Chapter 577 Mu Family, Tomb Family

Why is it just the voice of the grandma?

I jumped down in a hurry. Everything in the tomb below was the same. My great-grandfather had arranged his and great-grandmother's tomb many years ago.

The grandmother sat alone in the coffin, feeling a little depressed, her cheeks slightly bulging, and she looked sulky.

I really admire my great-grandfather. He can actually raise a ghost so vividly.

In order to allow his grandmother to continue to exist by his side in this way, he did not hesitate to disobey Yin and Yang and cause trouble to his descendants.

No one, nothing is important.

"Where is the great grandpa?" I asked carefully.

The grandma said angrily: "He left me and went to the secret room by himself... I don't know what happened to him. These days, I often leave me alone and go to the secret room by myself. Sometimes I stay until dawn before coming out."

Good... After so many years of couples, will the great grandma still complain about being neglected?

"Xiao Qiao, did you come back alone? Where is that child Yun Fan?" The great-grandmother looked up at me.

It seems that my brother likes her more. When I think of my brother going to the ghost market to find couple supplies for the second elder, I want to laugh.

"My brother... I'm still in another place, so I'll come back... Oh, I've also brought two children back." I replied hurriedly.

The grandma had wide-eyed eyes wide and asked in disbelief: "You, have you brought two babies back?"

I nodded.

She said blankly: "It's so good... It's so good... Wuwu... There is a new baby in our family... Wuwu..."

She started crying, and I was a little at a loss, so I hurriedly comforted: "Grandma, don't cry."

"I heard your great-grandfather say that the child was born, but I haven't seen him before... I really want to see him, but I'm afraid that the child's aura will not be able to get close to..." She shed tears in sadness.

"Xiao Qiao, I am always a yin person, and the child is the son of god. I have sufficient innate yang energy, so I can only imagine the child myself." She cried and complained to herself: "Why am I so unsuccessful, why can't I live longer..."

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Life and death may be the most powerless thing in the world.

Some people commit suicide rashly, while others regret that they cannot live for a longer period of time.

Cherish it, and you should be respected and cherished every day you live.

Almost every ghost is extremely attached to his life, and death is not beautiful at all. But there are so many people with extreme emotions that talk about death.

The grandma sniffed, stopped crying, and whispered: "Xiao Qiao, I think... something is wrong with your grandpa recently... He is often silent, and often stays alone in the database... I doubt he feels himself..."

Grandma stopped talking.

But I heard what she meant.

The deadline is approaching.

The great-grandfather lived a life of arbitrary and legendary for the first half. He was knowledgeable and perhaps he felt vaguely that his deadline was approaching?

My heart was pounding.

In a sense, the great-grandfather is the Mu family, and the Mu family is the great-grandfather. If he is gone, he will feel that the Mu family will no longer be there.

Most of the Mu family in this village revolve around the great-grandfather. If he is gone...

"Grandma, don't worry, I happened to have something to look for my grandfather. I'll go to the basement now." I said, walking towards the secret door.

The grandma wanted to speak and stopped: "Xiao Qiao, you...you...be careful!"

Be careful?

What's the meaning?

Although this is a gloomy and cramped underground world, I have already walked through it and I am not very scared.

It is said that people with phobia will panic, sweat, and even become twitchy and coma in such an environment. I once suspected that I also had phobia.

Because I feel panic when I look at the wardrobe door.

But at this time, I was walking alone in the underground passage filled with the smell of soil and decay, but I was not afraid. It seemed that it was not too serious.

In the big pit outside the basement, the bones silently told the chaotic times, and the officials and bandits.

I walked past the edge of the pit and shouted to the basement: "Great grandpa, I'm Xiao Qiao, am I here?"

The great-grandfather sat in the basement, with a lot of antique utensils beside him, and he could be seen from the gate of the basement.

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

He looked at me with his head tilted, and I stood there.

He, he...

His eyes.

The great-grandfather is old, and his shrunk and sunken cheeks look a little scary, especially at this moment, his eyes are filled with dark green light!

What's going on?

I know that my great-grandfather is extraordinary. He is cruel and ruthless, possesses extraordinary skills and is meticulous!

Otherwise, he would not have killed people and dug graves in troubled times and lived freely; nor would he have been able to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests in a corner, hiding the low-key and rich family of the Mu family!

A huge rich.

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

Last time my brother took over as the head of the family, my great-grandfather brought us to this basement, and we were already stunned at that time.

There are too many things here that cannot be called a name! Some things even exist only in legends.

And the "master" of all this is the shriveled and old man in front of me who is shrunk and shining with a faint eyes.

I suppressed my heartbeat and spoke carefully: "Great Grandpa, I disturb you... Because I asked the Lord to bring me here, I did not notify you in advance..."

"Well... it doesn't matter... Come in, there are some things that need to be hidden from that boy Yun Fan, but there is no need to be hidden from you... because you are not an ordinary person in the end." He slowly turned his head.

I walked behind him and found that the things in the database were gradually classified and placed by him.

The great-grandfather laughed dryly and said, "Mortals always have limited vision. I can see it for three or five years, but I can see it for less than thirty or fifty years... These things are valuable things in troubled times, but now they have become hot potatoes, hahaha..."

His dry finger pointed at something dark in the middle.

"Xiao Qiao, this thing will definitely cause a sensation if it is in this world, and it is possible that the main characters in our family will be secretly detained and interrogated... I am old, and the world today is different. Look, what should I do?" The great-grandfather said helplessly.

Following his hand, my eyes fell on the thing carrying the heavy history...hf();
Chapter completed!