The seventh day of the lunar month.

Under the guidance of his mother, Zhang Chu went to sweep the tomb of the ancestral grave of the old Zhang family.

Then he started to work on the funeral of his father and his elder brother.

Choosing a cemetery, setting up a mourning hall, guarding the spirits and burials... one by one, one by one, is a hard work for Tao Shen.

Many families with few siblings feel like they are seriously ill after sending off their dead father and mother.

But Zhang Chu is fine.

He does not lack people or money. When doing things, he only needs to take the overall situation and distribute trivial matters to his brothers below to do.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, Zhang Chu personally accompanied Mr. Yin and Yang to measure around the ancestral tomb of the old Zhang family for half a day. Finally, he found a cemetery with good feng shui and decided to go up the mountain to bury it at the 11th hour.

On that day, the mule found the owner of the field where the cemetery was located, bought the land at a suitable price, and then invited a stonemason to start repairing the tomb overnight.

On the ninth day of the lunar month, Zhang Chu brought his brothers from the Blood Clothing Team to set up a mourning hall outside the city, and sent Big Bear and a few brothers to buy coffins, ingots and candles and other funeral supplies.

Before the night of the ninth day of the lunar month, two excellent nanmu coffins stopped in the middle of the mourning hall, surrounded by a large number of paper people and spiritual houses.

In the desolate and sorrowful joy brought out by the erhu, Zhang Chu wore mourning clothes, bowed three times and nine times to respectfully invite his father Zhang Mingru and his brother Zhang Jun to the altar.

The brothers of the Blood Clothing Team and the Blood Knife Team who were accompanying came forward one by one and kowtowed and burned incense.

Zhang and Zhang Chu, who were wearing mourning clothes, kowtowed and returned the gifts one by one with Zhiqiu and Xia Tao.

Zhang knelt in front of the mourning hall, crying all the time.

Tears silently.

No matter how much Zhang Chu comforts, it is useless.

She was like she was about to pour out all the tears she had shed in her heart over the past few years.

Except for life and death, everything is a trivial matter.

...

The tenth day of the first lunar month.

Wake Night.

The last day of the coffin staying in this world.

If the old Zhang family has old friends in Jintian County, they should invite them together today, have a lively meal, and give the deceased the last journey.

But Zhang Chu didn't invite anyone.

Of course no one will come.

The banquet was done as usual.

The brothers from the Blood Clothing Team and the Blood Knife Team had a lively meal.

Brother Eighty-meter, accompanied Zhang Chu from dawn to late at night.

At midnight, a strong wind blew.

The mourning hall made of pine and cypress branches rustled.

The ashes left by burning ingots and paper money floated all over the sky.

Zhang Chu suddenly felt a lot of restlessness, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

...

Jintian Mansion, Liang House.

Liang Chongxiao woke up from the nightmare again, turned over and sat up suddenly, gasping for fear, sweating all over his body, and wet his clothes.

"Ah Fu!"

"Ah Fu, pour me a bowl of water and drink it!"

He shouted.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he would immediately respond to the old servant who said "Master, here is here", but today he did not respond to him.

Liang Chongxiao's heart sank slightly, and his eyes slowly swept across the bedroom.

With the faint moonlight pouring in outside the window, Liang Chongxiao saw a figure beside the tea table.

Seeing this figure, his heart that should have been snatched was unexpectedly calm... and there was even a feeling of relief.

"What should be come, will always come..."

He said intimately.

A troubling of lights on the tea table slowly illuminated the dark bedroom and also illuminated a blue figure sitting next to it.

He stared at Liang Chongxiao and said quietly: "I didn't expect you to have nightmares."

Liang Chongxiao smiled and said, "If you are a person, you will have nightmares."

He got up with difficulty, got out of bed, put on his animal leather shoes, slowly walked to the tea table, turned up a tea cup, poured himself a bowl of tea, and drank it all in one go.

The blue figure watched him get out of bed indifferently, and watched him walk to him and pour tea, without any indication.

"My old servant is still alive?"

Liang Chongxiao put down his teacup and asked softly.

"I'm not you."

The blue figure looked at him, and the unforgettable hatred surged deep in his eyes.

“That’s right.”

Liang Chongxiao thought about it and his turbid eyes seemed to have endless regrets surging, "You are not me, you will not kill innocent people."

The blue figure was silent again.

Liang Wufeng sat opposite him and asked softly: "Which family are you descendants? Zhu family? Xiao family? or Nangong family?"

"You have so many enemies that you can't remember clearly, right?"

The blue figure sneered and sarcastically.

Liang Chongxiao did not answer. He looked at the eyebrows of the blue figure intently. After trying to recall for a long time, his eyes relaxed and asked, "Xiao Jinshan, 'Qinghong Wushuang', who is you?"

"He is my dad!"

The tone of the blue figure suddenly became cold.

"oh."

Liang Chongxiao let out a long sigh, as if he had put down some heavy burden: "Then you are qualified to kill me."

The blue figure did not move.

He was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked again: "You have been hiding for more than ten years, why don't you continue to hide? Why should you take the initiative to send us news to us? Are you tired of living?"

"How can people get tired of living? They haven't seen enough in spring, summer, autumn and winter."

Liang Chongxiao stared at the oil lamp with a relaxed expression, without any bitterness, "But the grudges in the world are gone, and the Jianghu boys die, I will not live long, thinking about it, it is time to pay off the debt."

"Do you think your life will be repaid with the blood debt of my twelve Xiao family?"

The blue figure sneered, his tone as cold as ice.

Liang Chongxiao said lightly: "It's okay, I have to pay it back, but I can't pay it back, and you have to pay it back. If you think your hands are dirty and don't want to take my life, you can leave and wait for the Zhu family and the Nangong family to come to collect the debt."

A long silence fell into the bedroom.

After a long time, the blue figure stood up and slowly pulled out the sword from his waist.

Liang Chongxiao took a last look at the beating oil lamp and slowly closed his eyes.

...

Outside Jintian County.

The wind is getting faster and faster.

The brothers of the Blood Clothing Team ran in and out to maintain the mourning hall.

Suddenly, a strong wind surged into the mourning hall.

Zhang Chu quickly stepped forward, reached out and stabilized the shaking spirit position. Suddenly, he felt the light in the mourning hall dimmed.

He looked up suddenly and saw the eternal light hanging above the mourning hall, which was extinguished.

His heart was chilled.

The bad premonition that had been circling in my mind for a long time suddenly exploded.

"What happened!"

He turned around and ran out of the mourning hall, shouting with an ugly face: "Big Bear!"

Big Bear, who was commanding many brothers in the blood-clothed team to protect the mourning hall, heard the sound and hurried to Zhang Chu: "Master Chu!"

"Send someone immediately and rush back to Jintian Mansion overnight to check if something happened!"

Jintian County is nearly two hundred miles away from Jintian Prefecture. When they arrived, they traveled for a day and a half.

But if you ride a horse and rush back to Jintian Mansion before dawn.

Big Bear didn't ask why, turned around and strode out of the mourning hall, shouting: "Dazhu, Jinzi, Ali, one person and two horses, immediately prosper and rush back to Jintian Mansion..."
Chapter completed!