Chapter 1285 Ancestors of the Su family

Su Yunchao found the Su family's ancestral home according to the address.

This feeling is very strange. I feel homesick in the human world, but I also have a home in the underworld...

The ancestral home of the Su family.

An old man was sitting on the sofa bored, watching "TV".

This time the hell is not going to work. The top is all high-tech, but the bottom is still village network.

Oh no, not even the village network is connected.

"So why do you burn a TV for me?" The old man muttered: "What happened to the screen when you burned it down? The screen will always look like this after you burn it down."

The old man took out his mobile phone again: "Why are you burning this Ai Feng? It can't be used, so burn it for a flower... maybe the flower can open up the 5G in the underworld."

Clean up these useless ones.

The old man threw his cell phone aside out of boredom and walked to the garden to take a look.

"The night flowers are blooming well."

The old man hummed a song again, took a low chair and sat next to the flowers.

"I have a rest today. I can accompany you." The old man took the scissors and chatted with Hua while building: "I have saved so much yin and virtue, it should be enough. Alas, the main reason is that I am bored every day without working."

"You work nine to five in this world, and you still work nine to five when you come down... These bastards have such a long life, why don't you come down and take over from me..."

"Forget it...just live longer. After all, it's boring to guard the ancestral home after coming down, don't you think? It's better to live longer."

The old man was chattering, with a faint smile on his face.

He began to miss them again, especially his great-great-granddaughter? Granddaughter? Su Bao...that little guy.

She would always chat with him when he went back during the Qingming Festival. The little kids from the Su family of this generation were also pretty good. Su He asked, right? He remembered this name, as well as Hanhan, Su Hewen, Su Zixi, and so on.

The little guy is pretty good too.

Other children can't sit still, but they like to chat with him.

"I don't know how Su Bao is doing. This little King of Hell is not that easy to be."

"It should be the end of the New Year in this world. A few days ago, what they ate during the Chinese New Year to worship their ancestors was fish from Qianli Snow Mountain and... and whatnot, free-range chicken..."

"The Qingming Festival will be in a month or two."

The old man's eyes lit up when he thought of this, and he began to have new expectations.

It will be Qingming Festival in one or two months, and it will be July 15th after another two or three months...

Just like this, I look forward to it day by day and count the days...

Su Yunchao stood outside the courtyard gate and listened to his ancestor talking to himself for a long time without saying a word.

It turns out that the loneliness they were talking about was such loneliness, being alone for a long time.

I'm looking forward to having a few people to keep me company, but I'm also afraid that my descendants will not have a good life in the world, so what are they going to do here?

Although I am willing to save my virtue every day to protect my family, it is indeed very monotonous and lonely. People who can't stand it will indeed go crazy.

"Ancestor." Su Yunchao knocked on the door: "I'm here to accompany you."

The old lady was talking about the uncle who had been dead for many years... Actually, this seniority is not accurate.

Su Yunchao couldn't recognize anyone from the older generation, but based on the time of death and the information Su Bao mentioned before, the ancestor in front of him should be his father's grandfather's eldest brother.

Although it was not clear how these generations separated him, Su Yunchao was not sure why he came down to see Mr. Zeng instead of his grandfather.

The ancestor looked at it and exclaimed: "What's wrong with you? Aren't you the kid who turned it over to the country?"

"Su——Su Yunchao, right? Why did you come down?"

The ancestor threw away the scissors, hurried over to open the door, and checked again - it was indeed a dead soul, not a living soul.

"Why did he die?" The ancestor was worried: "Is it because I didn't accumulate enough virtue?"

"I can't..."

"You kid, did you fail to defeat others in the battle and were knocked out by the bomb? Come on, come on, my ancestors will send you up!"

Really, you are so young, why are you so anxious to come down?

Su Yunchao held his hand and said warmly: "Ancestor, I am really dead."

The ancestor looked at him sadly, sighed for a long time, and pulled him in: "Come in!"

"Oh, my old-fashioned grandson hasn't come down yet, why are you more anxious to come down than him?"

He was referring to Mr. Su.

Su Yun smiled, knowing that his ancestor was actually worried, so he said: "Father is in good health, don't worry!"

The ancestor muttered: "Who cares about him?"

"Sit down and tell your ancestors what's wrong with you?"

Su Yunchao sat down and briefly explained his sacrifice.

After hearing this, the ancestor felt sad for a long time, and finally said: "Sacrifice your life for the country, and your life is not in vain, but your father and mother will indeed be sad."

Su Yunchao remained silent.

The ancestor said again: "Okay, everyone is down. From now on, you can follow the ancestor to accumulate virtue. Hehe, the ancestor finally has a companion."

"By the way, when are you going to be reincarnated?"

Su Yunchao shook his head: "I won't reincarnate."

The ancestor was surprised and scolded: "Nonsense!"

"Go! You go to the Palace of Hell now. Before it's too late to regret it, go to me quickly! You little bastard! What are you thinking about?!"

After the ancestor said this, he dragged Su Yunchao out.
Chapter completed!