When Wei Junyong said this, fear was already showing in his eyes, but he continued:

After my father finished speaking, he wanted to reach out and touch my face. Just as he was about to touch my face with his bloody fingertips, my grandfather came in with a stick and hit me on the top of my head.

I watched my father turn into a puff of smoke and fly along the crack in the door.

I was so frightened that I sat up from the kang and realized that I was dreaming. But when I looked outside the door, I saw my grandfather's shadow swaying behind the door.

I quickly put on my shoes and ran outside, only to see my grandfather squatting in the memorial shed burning paper. I asked him if he had entered the house, and he said: No, he had been burning paper outside.

But I clearly saw his arms shaking, and there was a stick thrown under the coffin.

That night, I didn't sleep at all.

My grandfather buried my father early the next morning and hammered a peach wood nail into each of the four corners of the grave. When he was driving the peach wood nail, I was the only one who saw it.

I heard my grandfather say that hammering peach wood nails into the head of a grave is to prevent the ghosts from coming back. Once the nails fall, it is equivalent to locking the tomb door from the outside. The ghosts will not be able to come out of the grave again, and they will not be able to cause trouble.

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I was angry at that time and asked my grandfather: How much hatred did he have against my father? Why didn't he even let him go back home?

My grandfather raised his eyes and said: "Your father is not in the grave!"

"It's not my dad, who is it?" I immediately got angry: "Where did the injury on my dad's forehead come from? Did you hit him? I'm going to call the police to arrest you!"

"Fuck your mother!" My father's eyes turned red: "You prodigal thing, you are just like that damn mother of yours, a white-eyed wolf with a vicious heart and a dogged heart!"

When I heard that my father had even scolded my mother, I felt very uncomfortable.

I don't know why I couldn't control myself, so I rushed to the grave and pulled out a peach nail.

My father was scolding me at that time, and he didn't expect me to pull out the nails. When he reacted, I had already caught the peach wood nails in my hand.

When my father saw me pulling out the peach wood nails, he was immediately stunned: "You little bastard, you are looking for death. This is..."

When my grandfather raised his hand to hit me, I saw a man standing behind the tomb. The man was similar in shape to my father, but that man was really not my father!

The man was wearing my father's clothes, his head was covered in blood, and half of his face had been hit with something. All the blood on his face was bones.

At first I thought it was my dad, and I yelled. When the man turned his head toward me, I saw that he had a row of fangs.

That man's teeth were stuck upside down in his mouth like nails. Could a man be like this?

My father picked up a stick from the ground and faced the man across the grave. The man seemed to want to come to me, but was afraid of my father, so he kept staring at me.

My father turned his back to me and said, "Run quickly! I can keep an eye on him for three days. You must rush to Wangjiagou in these three days. There is a butcher Wang over there. Find her and ask her to save you."

"If she doesn't agree, you can stay in front of her house. That person is kind and will definitely not watch you die."

I didn't think about anything at the time, I just listened to my father's words and ran down the mountain as hard as I could.

I ran all the way here and met Grandpa Ma.

Wei Junyong was still trembling when he spoke, which shows how deep the shadow the man in the cemetery cast on him at that time was.

When Butcher Wang held Wei Junyong in his arms and comforted him softly, I narrowed my eyes: The Wei family has a good background.

If you look at it this way, the old man of the Wei family should be a "stick fairy".

Stick Immortals are a relatively unique existence among warlocks. It is impossible to verify what sect they originated from. It is correct to say that they know some Taoism, and it seems that they have some roots in being inherited from shamans.

The magic weapon of Stick Fairy is a wooden stick about three feet long.

Some people will tie a red rope on the stick and hang copper coins to serve as a magic weapon.

Some people just hold a bare stick. That inconspicuous stick looks similar to a mop handle, but in their hands it can fight ghosts and exorcise evil spirits.

The clever stick fairy can even break off a tree fork and use it as a stick. If he hits his employer a few times, he can help him eliminate disasters and drive away evil spirits.

Even against martial arts masters, Stick Fairy can still perform several moves. Even though they are not famous, they are existences that cannot be underestimated.

Judging from Wei Junyong's words, his family should have produced two generations of stick immortals.

However, the Wei family was almost wiped out, and with the vague information from Wei Junyong's parents, I guess what happened to his family was not that simple.

Seeing that Wei Junyong's mood had calmed down a bit, I asked, "How many days have you been running away?"

Wei Junyong was no longer afraid of me and replied: "Today is the second day."

One day left!

I still have time to set up a trap!

I said calmly: "Now that we've heard what's going on, should we go our separate ways?"

Old Man Ma immediately left the Wang family mansion with the notary. According to the rules, the notary will not stay to watch our fight. They only want to see the result.

Bai Hanfei sat in the room and refused to leave.
Chapter completed!