The sunny boy slowly raised the sign towards the black curtain.

"Oh? Are you sure you want to choose this name?"

The strange mother said softly: "Okay! OK! OK! From now on, my son will be called Ye Han."

The sunny boy turned around, his mouth slightly raised and his eyes were bright, and he raised the wooden sign of his name to the six night guards.

The Ye Guards looked confused. Who is Ye Han?

Good luck only feels the lightning in the void ahead, bright light flashing, and the mind roars.

The complex emotions in my heart swelled up, and I felt strong hostility towards the sunny boy in front of me.

Good luck thought to himself: It’s strange, why do I hate him so much? I seem to have seen this name somewhere and I’m very familiar with it.

At the same time, Good Luck vaguely felt that something seemed to be cracking and floating away in the depths of his soul, as if he had lost the most important thing, but it was blurred.

Good luck makes the right part of the temples turn white, and some hairs behind the head fall silently and drift with the wind.

Good luck makes your eyes turbid, and the hazy eyes are just a feeling that the sunshine boy seems to have changed. He is five points similar to himself, and he seems to be a twin brother who has been separated for many years.

The dual feelings of hatred and affection are intertwined in the hearts of good luck.

"Congratulations to the little master for his name!"

Madam Xiang and Teacher Wang said in unison.

The voice of the strange mother even more tired came from behind the black curtain.

"Madam, go and hang the brand on the tree."

"yes."

Madam Xiang left with a wooden sign engraved with the name "Ye Han". After returning, she said, "Please sit down by Master Ye. Next, we will start to capture the treasure."

The two of them carried a large table with short legs in rosewood and placed it in the middle of the carpet, and then kept placing various things.

Seals, books, pens, inkstones, wood swords, wooden bows, wooden knives, rouge, jade hairpin, earrings...

There were a lot of objects, and there were a table full of various objects.

Everyone looked at the treasure hunting on the rosewood table and remained silent.

The sunny boy glanced at everyone, and everyone shook their heads gently.

Even the good luck student's eyes were full of sincerity, and I really didn't know this time.

Everyone was waiting quietly, and the sunny boy kept thinking, occasionally keeping his life in the house, not knowing what to do.

Half an hour passed, a sharp and loud suona sound rang out outside, and the sound broke through the sky and clouds. It is the famous suona mourning song "Sending the West".

Everyone looked at each other without saying a word.

Half an hour later, the sound of the piano sounded, melodious and heavy, and the grief was heavy, and it was the sad song "Farewell to Old Age".

Half an hour later, the sound of the flute sounded, and the tone was chaotic, making people feel uncomfortable in their ears. The sad song "Send White Clothes".

After a while, the sunshine boy looked out the door in surprise.

The other Ye Wei also turned around, and their faces changed slightly.

Outside the gate of the West Courtyard, villagers were disheveled hair, their arms were hanged, their shoulders and necks were hung, their eyes were staring at the black oil vortex, with red blood and tears, and turbid saliva drooling from the corners of their mouths, looking inside.

"Bolong Bolong...Bolong Bolong..."

Behind the black curtain, the sound of rattle suddenly sounded, which was much bigger than that of ordinary rattles.

When everyone looked at it, a three-foot-high rattle appeared behind the black curtain, and two leather pounders kept swinging and hitting the drum surface.

Everyone's ears trembled slightly, and there seemed to be tiny bugs squirming under their skin.

The sunny boy suddenly sighed, stood up, walked around the table, observing the treasure.

The rattle stopped.

The dense candles on both sides were shining brightly, and the beeping sound made the room bright.

The wax oil poured down like rain.

In the bright house, there were many treasures on the rosewood table motionless, and the broken branches of the locust tree on the square wooden table next to it were soaked in blood.

The sunny boy walked around the table for a while and said, "Mother, I can take whatever is here, right?"

"Of course." The voice of the ghost mother was still kind and kind.
Chapter completed!