Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

In the morning, as soon as someone opened the courtyard gate, they saw the person lying down. Upon closer inspection, all they could see was a dark, gaping hole.

"what!!!"

The screams echoed throughout the neighborhood.

"Help! Someone, come quick!"

He called out to people, trembling, and soon most of them gathered around.

They turned the bodies over, and some only then realized the dead were their own family members, immediately wailing, "Erqiang! Erqiang, what happened to you...?"

"Third child... wake up..."

"..."

The cries of agony rose and fell, and the village chief and his wife quickly arrived at the scene.

After the village chief saw the people clearly and witnessed the bizarre scene of their unseeing deaths, his face turned from pale to white.

how come......

Even a bronze mirror couldn't deal with that woman?

“Village chief… what’s going on?” a villager asked in fear. “They… they were all following your orders, why… why are they all dead here, missing their hearts?”

The village chief remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Someone said, "Isn't the Bronze God supposed to protect us? Could it be... that the Bronze God has changed his mind?"

“Impossible, how could the Bronze God go back on his word?” someone retorted.

"Is it...is it that the Bronze God is going to offer sacrifices earlier this year?!"

These words reminded the village chief.

"Move the sacrificial ceremony to tomorrow." His cloudy gaze fell in the northwest, his tone rough and deep. "Dispose of the body first."

At his command, everyone began to move.

Suddenly, someone asked in confusion, "Village chief, where's Gao Lin? Gao Lin was here last night too, where is he now?"

"Could he have run away with the bronze mirror?!" Some of the families who had come out with Gao Lin last night, knowing that Gao Lin was carrying the bronze mirror bestowed by the Bronze God, stopped wailing and joined the others in searching for Gao Lin to see if there was a body.

"That brat must have run away."

"He has always been selfish."

"did you find it?"

"I couldn't find him. He ran away on his own. When he comes back, I'm definitely going to settle the score with him."

"..."

There are all sorts of voices condemning Gao Lin, and most people are disgusted by his usual behavior.

Zhou Hua nudged the village chief lightly with her arm, clearly having something to say.

The village chief stared at her with his gloomy eyes, as if warning her to go back and talk.

......

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On the other side, Nangong Qian clung to Jing Li like a sloth, her head occasionally bobbing to one side. When she suddenly saw something, she would hurriedly raise her head, her movements halting. She had obvious dark circles under her eyes and looked listless, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept well.

After countless sighs and attempts to convince herself, Jingli had calmed down and was now sitting quietly on the bed meditating.

Beside the bed were simple cabinets and wardrobes, and in the corner was a decorative vase with withered plants. The room was filled with a strong classical atmosphere, and it was clear that the owner of the house was relatively wealthy in the village.

Compared to other villages, this place has more modern items.

The atmosphere was peaceful and gentle. If one could ignore the dried-up corpse in the center of the room and the vicious gaze that was staring at them menacingly, the moment would not be so bad.

Last night, Jing Li led Nangong Qian into the Qin family's ancestral home. As soon as they entered, Nangong Qian felt a chilling coldness and watched as her younger sister drew something in the air with her right hand.

In an instant, the world changed color. The dilapidated courtyard began to show color from the middle. Many things that were not there appeared in the places where the color was applied. The weeds that were as tall as a person gradually disappeared, and even the houses became brand new.

Nangong Qian opened her mouth wide, her eyes widened, and her beautiful face showed an expression of disbelief.

She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was hallucinating.

"This...this...this..." she stammered incoherently.

"Fuck!"

This girl is really something else. Does she do magic tricks? Enchanted magic? In the end, all the questions turned into a single, casual remark.

Jing Li looked at Nangong Qian with disapproval in her eyes: "Was that a swear word just now? Children shouldn't swear."

His demeanor was like that of an elder reprimanding a junior.

When Nangong Qian was called out, she gave an awkward laugh and said, "Just a catchphrase, just a catchphrase."

On second thought, we're all of the same generation, why should I be afraid of her? So I straightened my back a little. I am the eldest daughter of the Nangong family.

Just as he was about to argue, two figures appeared in the empty courtyard.

"Xiao Lan, I'll take you away tonight." A man and a woman were standing by the pond in the corner of the yard. The man was very affectionate, but his back was to them, so his face could not be seen.

The woman was quite pretty, with a delicate and refined appearance; she was considered a beauty in the village.

The woman seemed very touched, her eyes filled with joy, and her tone became much lighter, "Really? Then I'll wait for you tonight."

"Okay, I'll go back and get ready." The man brushed her stray hairs behind her ear, gently rubbed her head, and then turned and left.

Nangong Qian was startled when he turned around.

"Sister, sister, let's run, let's run!" It was the man next to the village chief.

Just as she was about to grab Jingli and run, she realized that neither the men nor the women were looking at them at all, as if they couldn't see their existence. Even when the men were right in front of them, they kept walking forward and passed right through them.

Only the woman named Xiaolan watched him leave with tender affection.

"!!!"

Nangong Qian was astonished. What kind of ghostly and magical thing was this? If she wasn't mistaken, just now, that person just passed right through her!

Her head was about to explode; it was utterly unbelievable. Just who was this younger sister next to her...?

"Logically speaking, you should call me 'Ancestor'," the girl said calmly, her gaze towards Nangong Qian full of seriousness.

Nangong Qian: "......"

My goodness! How old is she?!

Let me call her my ancestor!

Are you trying to take advantage of me?

Seeing the girl's serious expression, Nangong Qian swallowed hard.

He still didn't shout it out.

Next came the various mundane daily events in the courtyard, nothing particularly strange about them.

In an instant, the scene changed, and Xiaolan was kneeling in the courtyard.

Nangong Qian looked puzzled, so Jing Li explained for her: "This is a spirit summoning. These scenes are things that happened in the courtyard before."

Summoning spirits?

Nangong Qian was already immune to the new terminology and was too shocked to remain so.

What kind of person did she encounter?!

Am I dreaming?

She wanted to pinch herself, but the young lady was afraid of the pain and gave up.

"Honey, just let her go!" A woman next to her held her husband's hand, her eyes reddening, clearly reluctant to let him go.

The old man held a rattan cane in his hand, his anger blazing: "You're ruining her! Anyone who's been away from the village for a long time, how many are still alive! Besides, that Gao Lin is no good!"

"Tell me, are you sure you want to leave this house? If you dare to step out of this house today, I will disown you as my daughter." The old man pointed his cane at Xiaolan, who was kneeling on the ground, and was furious.

"Yes!" Xiaolan straightened her back firmly and kowtowed to the old man, "Forgive your unfilial daughter."