After Hongxia's death, her family was not willing to mention the past. First, this was not a glorious thing, and second, it was that people had conscience. As they got older, their feelings became more and more sensitive. Only forgetting was the best choice.

At noon, the poisonous sun came down and the whole body was thorning.

The third grandfather sat on the laundry slab and was sweating profusely, recalling the tragedy that happened back then. The corners of his eyes were wet and dry, and his grandmother was kneeling aside and cried in tears.

"Hongxia, it's all my mother's fault. Hongxing is not blamed. Hongxing was still a broken doll at that time. What can he know? If he has to pay for his life, mom will pay for your life."

I stood there and watched it. The third grandfather and grandmother burst into tears, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

My uncle gradually regained his intuition, and then he realized that there were a few big blood blisters on his face. My uncle signaled that he would go to the hospital first. My uncle didn't say anything and knelt with his grandmother.

Back then, my uncle also paid the price for it. My uncle, who was only eight years old, was hung on the beam of the house by his grandfather with an iron chain and took off all his clothes. He was beaten to death with a belt. In the end, my grandmother couldn't stand it and came up and pulled the whip, threw it out, cursing, "One of them is dead, can you beat another one to death."

Now my uncle still has the scars left by his grandfather on his thighs.

The third grandfather lit the smoke gun again, and his tone became tough at this moment.

"I don't care whether you are unfair or evil, or become a demon, as the third son of the Wang family, my elder brother is no longer alive. I have to take this matter up. My elder brother is honest and treats you very well. Although you are not lucky and you have entered such a field, you can't blame the Wang family. You have to take responsibility. After saying this, we have to say what we should say, and we have to pay for the love we should pay. I don't know, but your mother will secretly burn paper for you in the backyard every year. What I meant so far. If you still get entangled and hurt the descendants of the Wang family, I will fight for my life and never end with you."

After saying that, the third grandfather helped her up, "Sister-in-law, don't say anything anymore. You are in poor health. Go back and rest." He turned to his uncle and said, "Hongxing, don't be afraid, a man is so scary, it won't kill you."

He ordered his uncle again, "Zongfu, hurry up and take your brother to the hospital for some medicine, be careful to make the pus." Then, the third grandfather left.

Just as the third grandfather was about to go home, Zhao Hailong was wandering around at the door.

His tone was a little stiff, "Old Man Zhao, why are you wandering around here if you have nothing to do?"

The old man knew that the third grandfather had an objection to him, but he just discussed the matter. "I came here today to tell you that there was indeed a snake spirit in the room doing something wrong."

"Snake Spirit? Where did the snake spirit come from?"

"If you don't believe it, ask him?" He said that, and glanced at his uncle.

Grandpa San ignored it, "You go around, what are you talking nonsense on this day? If you hadn't been making trouble last time, could Yun Yi have such a big deal? Who knows what you were going to do to the Wang family?"

Grandma hurriedly persuaded, "His third father, don't worry, Hongxing explained to me. He did beat a white snake to death and buried it under the plum tree."

Grandpa San was shocked, "What? Is this really the case? Why don't I know?"

"Hongxing came back today, and I saw something was wrong and was frightened again, so I told me." Grandma said in a very small voice. She looked up at Zhao Hailong, with a little help in her eyes.

Grandma heard the outside talk and exploded, and her head was seen through the crack in the kitchen window. Although she was doing her work, her heart was no longer in front of her.

I thought this matter was just over, but when it was mentioned again, my uncle thought about it more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more.

"Isn't it all the way? It's not Hongxia at all, it's that snake spirit. Alas, Hongxia is indeed not alive. So many capable people were beaten at that time, otherwise, if you just want to be a deviant gentleman, even if you can do it, Hongxia wouldn't die."

"But, I still find it hard to believe that there will be fairies in this world?" Even though that is said, how can Hongxia's facial features be changed?

"I'm lazy to discuss this with you, and I'll tell you that on the first seventh day of your grandfather's house, the beggar who came to your door was the snake spirit, and it came to you again."

Although it was noon, when talking about this strange topic, my uncle's back felt a chill, "Master, I still don't understand whether the Hongxia soul has not dispersed, or is this snake spirit interfering? Besides, where did this snake spirit come from?"

The sun shone on the old man's face again, and the old man moved the bench backward to avoid the sunlight.

"At that time, the snake spirit was desperate by your mother holding a torch. In desperation, she took away Hongxia's soul and took advantage of Hongxia's soul to escape. Hongxia must have been trapped in the cave by the snake spirit now and couldn't get out."

The oil in the kitchen was already hot. I helped my grandma choose the dishes and started to help the fire beside the stove. The bellows were crackling and crackling. While cooking, my grandma looked at what was said outside.

The old man continued, "When your grandfather lived, he always told me that he always dreamed that Hongxia was standing on the head of his kang, his whole body was tattered, and a black snake in his hand was locked up Hongxia like a shackle. He stood on the ground without even his shoes barefoot, and kept calling. When he said this, your grandfather burst into tears. I wanted to come and see, but you didn't know who your dad is. Absolutely atheist and materialist look down on me the most is a person like me, so I can't go in front of your door. In the end, your grandfather stopped talking about this, and he forgot about it over time. Your grandfather had a good relationship with me, and it was because of your dad that we rarely met."

My uncle still couldn't figure it out, "There have been peace and stability for so many years, so how could there be no ghosts and gods? Why did the snake spirit come out at this time? It would be too early to harm people, and I have to wait until now."

"At that time, the snake spirit was first smoked by your brother, and then rushed in with a torch by your mother. Her vitality was severely damaged. It was already very good to survive. How dare you fight with someone? The problem lies with the white snake that your brother beats to death."

My uncle's eyes were like cowbells, and the bench moved slightly forward, fearing that he would not be able to hear clearly.

"The white snake is the most spiritual thing. Your brother killed the white snake at most to bring sins to himself, but it is impartially buried under the plum tree. Have you never heard of the dead ghosts under the plum tree?"

The penis of dead ghosts under the plum tree means that because the yin energy of the plum tree is too strong, its aura can even absorb the ghost's yin energy and eventually consume it through growth. In the past, some bandits would bury the torn meat tickets under the old plum tree in order to consume their yin energy, in order to prevent becoming a ghost and causing trouble for them.

My uncle swallowed and looked at the plum tree again, as if this tree was a powerful ghost who had been practicing for thousands of years.

"That day, something happened to your red plum, and it was the first time I came to your house. At that time, I found that the plum trees were not clean. If you don't believe it, you can go and see it. The plum leaves in your house are the darkest, and your plums are getting lusher year by year."

This is the truth. I like to eat the plums on the plum tree in my grandmother’s house the most. They are not big but very sweet. Other people’s plums are still green, and grandmother’s plums are already ripe.

My uncle lit another cigarette, "I didn't look carefully whether the leaves are black or not, but it is true that the plums are getting richer every year, and they mature earlier."

The old man coughed twice, "You count the cigarettes under your feet. You see how many of them are, and you still smoke. What do you think you are smoking? You are burning incense for yourself."

"Okay, yes, go ahead and say, I won't smoke anymore, don't smoke anymore." Extinguish the cigarette butt and put the remaining half of the unsmoked into the box.

"I tell you that the snake spirit is attached to the plum tree. Your brother beat the white snake to death and buried it under the plum tree. The snake spirit just had enough food, so he had the strength to make trouble for your house. To say, what you don't like to hear, your master's death has a direct relationship with this snake spirit."

My uncle was silent and silent for a while, "What should I do?"

"What should I do? Thanks to Yun Yi today. If Yun Yi hadn't pulled the shit in front of the plum tree, I'm afraid your brother would have met the King of Hell." The old man's voice was very loud, and my grandmother and I could hear it clearly in the kitchen.

"Yun Yi is a young baby, with pure fire in the five elements, and his shit and urine are all pure yang things, which is why he suppressed the snake essence."

My uncle and I saw that the face on the window was red. She was not going to come out to harm others, but she knew that the snake spirit had enough and her vitality had increased greatly. My grandfather had passed away, so she wanted to harm others. Then she tried her best to tell us.

"Master, tell me quickly, what should I do?" My uncle's anxious sweat beads hit the side of the room drop by drop.

"What's the hurry? Have a meal first, and then talk about it after you finish it."
Chapter completed!