The ancestor of the Wang family? The ancestor of the Wang family in the mythical era? Meng Qi's pupils contracted slightly, and he was inexplicably terrifying.∮,

Although the Wang family intentionally concealed it, and ancient affairs often involved secrets, which were either erased or sealed by great people in the long river of history. His legends are often vague, but the most basic situation is well known to everyone.

He obtained the Luoshu, understood the ultimate truth of the heavenly way, and created the "Sutra" comparable to the "Eight Trigrams of the Emperor"; he exhausted all the secrets of heaven and established a foundation that would last forever; he was at least a legendary power, even stronger!

And such a great master of magical power actually made such a shrill and fearful scream before his death, echoing forever, and it is difficult to completely eliminate it?

What did he meet before he sat in the process of transformation? What did he see?

What is even more terrifying is that such an experience is not accidental. Every ancestor of the Wang family will scream like a scream before sitting in the transformation. Could it be that the "Sutra" is too domineering, and the backlash of heaven has turned into a curse and penetrated into this technique. As long as you practice, you will either die early at fifty or you will not be able to die well?

For some reason, the words "no good ending" always lingers in Meng Qi's mind, scarlet and hideous.

He was confused, terrified and sorrowful, and his emotions were like bubbles. Gurgles appeared and continued to emerge. He subconsciously wanted to ask questions, but when he thought that it was related to the secret of the Wang family and that it was the Wang family's ancestral hall, it was impossible for him to let him, an outsider, find out, so he forced himself to restrain his thoughts, looked at He Xiang who was trembling and smiled, "Since it is a common thing, why be afraid?"

Hexiang pouted: "You don't understand, that girl's family will be afraid if she listens to it ten thousand times."

Meng Qi smiled and was about to return to the room, a sudden flash of inspiration in his mind: Wang Siyuan has always been a "charlatan". He didn't say it all, but his intention was beyond his words. He asked himself to stay tonight and talk tomorrow if there was any other meaning?

Even though I knew that there would be a scream of obsession in the middle of the night, I arranged myself in the nearby Tianji Building instead of the far-distanced living courtyard. With the management of the Wang family in Jiangdong forever, the entire ancestral house was arranged. It is difficult to think about the second place in the world. Living a little further away, with layers of prohibitions weakening, I would not be able to notice this matter unless I deliberately eavesdrop on it.

In other words, he asked himself to stay in Tianji Building to make himself scream.

And why is it for me to hear the scream?

Thinking of this festival, Meng Qi turned around and looked at Hexiang: "I admire all the ancestors of the Wang family. Now I have the opportunity to come here. I want to pay a stick of incense, but I wonder if I have a chance now?"

This requirement is unreasonable. Not to mention the many remains of the strong Wang family, for any family, the ancestral hall is the top priority, mainly open to family members. If outsiders really have a reason, they may bring in the venerable incense as appropriate, but this must be during the day. I have never heard of going to someone else's ancestral hall in the middle of the night. And it is not to tell the head of the family, but to a maid.

However, Hexiang smiled: "The Master Su admires my ancestors so much, and the whole Wang family is happy. I will take you to the ancestral hall to burn incense."

Sure enough... Meng Qi said intimately, stopped talking, followed He Xiang down the Tianji Building, passed the pen washing pond, passed through the pines and bleaching, and arrived at the solemn and solemn ancient building.

The gate of the Wang family's ancestral hall was closed. At the door were two guards with black armor, only a pair of eyes exposed outside. Their aura was covered by the armor, but their eyes were as dark as ink. It seemed that the secrets of heaven had hidden in it, which was quite extraordinary.

"The Wang family in Jiangdong is indeed a profound foundation. There are countless secret powerful people who do not walk around the world..." Meng Qi nodded secretly, watching Hexiang take out the token and open the door.

At least the legend of the ancestors of the Wang family, they must have one or even more caves. The opportunity for hard work is definitely impossible to lack, and whether they can travel or not will not hinder their children's promotion.

What is the foundation of building a family forever? This is it!

When he walked into the ancestral hall, Meng Qi suddenly felt a coldness, as if he had stepped into a tomb that had been built for many years. There were many long tables in front of him, and the tables were filled with black trump cards, densely packed with names, as if pairs of eyes were looking at him, which was inexplicably scary.

The Wang family in Jiangdong has established a family for at least 200,000 years. Even though the ancient medieval life span is long, I don’t know how many ancestors have accumulated. Those who have achieved Dharma bodies and those who have not achieved Dharma bodies have all been here, forming a forest of tablets!

In front of it is the most open area, with only one tablet above the incense table, rich black and solemn golden characters, with a few big characters written on it: "The ancestor of the Wang family established the clan."

What about the name? Is his name no more ominous, and the Wang family dare not mention it? Meng Qi frowned and looked carefully. His vision was suddenly attracted by the golden characters. Then he felt that it became bigger and bigger, everything around him was blurred, and time and space changed.

In an instant, Meng Qi realized that he was in front of a grave mountain. The mountain was pitch black and covered with cliffs. Many caves were carved on each cliff, with coffins, including bronze or black wood, and in front of the coffin were the tablets I just saw.

There is only one road leading to the top of the mountain. There are coffins and tablets on both sides of the road. At the top of the peak, there is an ancient bronze coffin that gives people an extremely heavy feeling. It is tied by nine purple-black chains and stands quietly. On the cover are black tablets that look like the night sky, with gold characters written in the seal script "The ancestor of the Wang clan".

Nine purple-black chains stretched into the grave mountain, seemingly spreading to the core of the earth, connecting itself with this world.

"The Wang family's ancestral hall is a cave of the Wang family. It is so sad that it can bury ancestors of all generations..." Meng Qi had some clarity, but his brows were still slightly frowned. This arrangement seemed to suppress the ancient bronze coffin?

The backlash suffered by the ancestors of the Wang clan was so terrible that even if they were transformed, they would continue to descendants. If they were not suppressed, they would even be destroyed directly?

At this time, Hexiang had a red lantern in his hand, and the candlelight inside swayed, illuminating the surroundings, which made this "ancestral hall" even more gloomy.

"Didn't Master Su want to burn incense?" Hexiang asked with a smile.

Meng Qi didn't know what Wang Siyuan was thinking, so he nodded gently and followed Hexiang onto the mountain road and slowly climbed.

The coffins on both sides are like forests, giving people a strong sense of oppression, and the screams may echo, making them more terrifying.

At this moment, Meng Qi's ears moved and he heard a squeaking sound from a black wooden coffin next to him, as if someone was scratching the lid inside!

Meng Qi immediately took a quick step, holding the sword in his right hand, and was shocked. Could it be that sitting in front of the transformation and screaming in pain, and after his death, he turned into a fierce immortal monster?

Zazaza!

The lid of the coffin opened little by little, Meng Qi looked solemn, blocking He Xiang, who was so scared that his legs were weak, and he was about to pull out the sword.

Cough cough cough! Suddenly, a familiar cough sound came from the coffin.

Meng Qi's expression suddenly became strange. He saw a white thin figure trying to get up with a pathological red cheek, so weak that he seemed to be able to fall back into the coffin at any time, as if he was Wang Siyuan, the eldest son of Wang!

"How come Master Wang pretends to be a ghost?" Meng Qi said yelling, and the little girl Hexiang was almost fainted.

Wang Siyuan walked out and smiled faintly, "This is what I have picked for myself. What do you think?"

"It's not bad..." Meng Qi said casually, adding a slander, "It's more stylish to use bronze."

"Fan?" Wang Siyuan waved his hand and signaled Hexiang to retreat to the grave mountain, then walked slowly without saying a word.

Meng Qi didn't say anything, waiting for the charlatan to speak by himself. The two were silent all the way, walked side by side to the top of the peak, and stopped in front of the bronze coffin of the ancestor of the Wang clan.

Until then, Meng Qicai found a roll of black painting in front of the coffin, tightly tied with thin golden ropes.

"Ghost and God True Spirit Map." Wang Siyuan's voice was erratic and gloomy, like a ghost, "The ancient heaven fell, the list of gods returned to the blank, and the gods who entered the real spirits to achieve the position of gods were escaped one after another, and relatives and friends and old people rely on help to reshape the Dharma body. Cough cough, but the lonely people are particularly miserable. Their divine power comes from the list of gods, and once they are lost, they can only become lonely ghosts. The ancestors of the family have mercy on them and refined this scroll to store them..."

What happened to the Gods List? Meng Qi really wanted to say that he had only seen the real Gods List.

Unfortunately, after Mr. Xiaobai arrived in the real world, he was curious and wandered around on his way from Langya to Jiangdong. Otherwise, if he had beaten the God Whip here, Wang Dashang would not have been surprised.

Wang Siyuan gasped for a long time before recovering: "It's a pity that the night they reentered the True Spirit Map, this scroll mysteriously disappeared and only suddenly reappeared more than 20 days ago."

This... Meng Qi took a light breath.

Is Wang Siyuan's old illness related to this?

Suddenly, he heard a creaking sound again, coming from the bronze coffin in front of him!

This is the coffin of the ancestors of the Wang Family’s clan!

Wang Dashu pretended to be a ghost again? Meng Qi looked at Wang Siyuan in shock.

Wang Siyuan smiled and said, "I just let you adapt."

There is no smile in his eyes, only madness! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!