d sage at the time. Fuxi creating the Bagua and King Wen interpreting the I Ching were both accomplished by saints of that era.In that period, the shaman king was unified, serving as both an inner sag...Where is everyone else's voice

I jumped down in a hurry. Everything in the tomb was as it had been all those years ago. Grandfather had arranged his and Grandmother's burial chamber many years before.

Grandma sat alone in the coffin, feeling a bit down. Her cheeks puffed out slightly, giving her an annoyed expression.

I truly admire my grandfather. He managed to raise a ghost so lively and spirited.

He defied yin and yang, bringing misfortune upon his descendants, just to keep his great-grandmother alive in this way.

Nothing is more important than anyone, anything.

"Where's Grandpa" I asked cautiously.

"He left me alone and went into the secret room... I don't know what's wrong with him. These days, he often leaves me alone and goes to the secret room by himself. Sometimes he stays there until dawn before coming out."

Well now... after all these years of marriage, Grandma would still complain about feeling neglected

"Little Qiao, are you coming back alone Where's Yun Fan" Grandma looked up at me.

It seems my brother is more to her liking. Thinking about how my brother went to the ghost market to buy couple's items for our parents, I can't help but smile.

"My brother... there are some things, still out of town. Just me back... Oh, I also brought two children back." I answered hurriedly.

Grandma opened her eyes wide in disbelief and asked, "You, you brought back two babies"

I nodded.

She stammered, "It's so good...so good...sniff... our family has a new baby born...sniff..."

She burst into tears, and I was a bit at a loss for words. I hurriedly comforted her, saying, "Grandma, don't cry."

"I only heard from your grandfather that the child was born, but I haven't seen him... I really want to see him, but I'm afraid his aura is too strong and I can't get close..." she tearfully lamented.

"Xiao Qiao, I've always been a weakling. A child is the son of god, born with abundant yang qi. I can only imagine what my child would look like." She sobbed, blaming herself: "Why am I so useless Why can't I live longer..."

This...

Life and death, perhaps are the things that humans are most powerless to control.

Some people choose to take their own lives rashly, while others regret that they can't live for a little longer.

Cherish each day of life, for it should be treated with reverence and love.

Almost every ghost is deeply attached to their former life. Death is by no means pleasant, yet so many emotionally volatile people keep talking about death as if it's nothing.

Grandma took a deep breath, stopped crying, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Qiao, I feel... your grandpa has been acting strange lately... He's often silent and spends a lot of time alone in the basement... I suspect he might be feeling..."

Grandmother stopped talking.

But I heard what she meant.

Time is running out.

The old man had lived a life of extravagance and legend. He was well-traveled and knowledgeable, perhaps sensing his own mortality

My heart started racing.

In a sense, Patriarch Mu is the embodiment of the Mu family, and the Mu family is the embodiment of Patriarch Mu. If he were gone, the Mu family would feel like it was gone too.

This village, most of the Mu family members live and thrive around their patriarch. If he were gone…

"Grandma, don't worry. I just need to find Grandpa, so I'll go check the cellar now." I said as I walked towards the hidden door.

"Grandma, you... you... be careful!"

Be careful

What does this mean

Although this is a gloomy and cramped underground world, I have passed through it, and my heart is not particularly afraid.

It is said that people with claustrophobia will feel panicked, sweaty, and even twitch and faint in such an environment. I once suspected that I might have claustrophobia myself.

Because I feel anxious just looking at the closet door.

At this moment, I was walking alone through the underground passage filled with the smell of earth and decay, but I wasn't afraid. It didn't seem too bad.

Outside the cellar, in the large pit, those white bones silently told tales of the chaotic warlords, corrupt officials, bandits, and heroes from bygone eras.

I walked along the edge of the pit, and called out to the direction of the basement: “Grandpa, it’s Xiao Qiao, I’m here!”

The grandfather sat in the basement, surrounded by a large pile of antique objects. One could see him from the basement door.

He heard the sound, his movements paused slightly, and he slowly turned his head to look at me. He spoke in a raspy voice: "Girl... what are you doing here..."

He cocked his head and looked at me, and I stood there frozen.

He, he...

His eyes.

Grandpa was old, his cheeks were shriveled and sunken, looking rather terrifying, especially now as his eyes glinted with an eerie green light!

What's going on here

I know my grandfather is no ordinary man. He is ruthless, possesses strange arts, and has a sharp mind!

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to kill and loot graves in times of chaos, living a carefree life; nor would he be able to hide away in the mountains and forests after days changed, concealing the Mu family, a low-key but incredibly wealthy clan!

Millionaire.

I can't find other words to describe this cellar.

Last time my elder brother took over as the head of the family, grandfather brought us to this basement. We were dumbfounded at that time.

There are so many things here that I can't even name! Some things exist only in legend.

And all of this, the "master" of it all, was this shriveled, withered old man with eyes that glistened with an eerie light before me.

I suppressed my heartbeat and carefully spoke, "Grandfather, I apologize for the intrusion... Because I had that honored deity bring me here, I didn't have time to notify you beforehand..."

"Well... It's alright... Come in. There are some things that need to be kept from Yunfan, but there's no need to hide them from you... Because you, in the end, aren't ordinary either." He slowly turned his head.

I walked up behind him and found that he had gradually categorized and placed the items in the basement.

The old man chuckled twice and said, “Mortals always have a limited vision. I can see three to five years ahead, but not thirty or fifty… These things are valuable in times of chaos, yet now they've become hot potatoes, hehe…”

His withered finger pointed to a dark, black thing in the center.

"Xiao Qiao, if this thing appeared in the present world, it would surely cause a stir, and it's possible that our family's main figures would be secretly detained for interrogation... I'm old, and the current world is different from before. Look, what should we do" The grandfather said helplessly.

Following his hand, my gaze fell upon the object imbued with a weighty history...ratic and timid, tortured into being afraid of people." I looked at Zhao Jie.She frowned, crossing her arms and staring down the deserted street.I don't know what your grievances are, but I feel sorry...