Many graves are dead. Why does the bird maintain this state?

Not only I have such doubts, but my father also looks at the huge flame body of the bird in the air with doubts and tensions.

If nothing else, with the power shown by the three-legged bird now, it should not be too difficult to destroy this buried land.

This is the grave of the ancestors of the Mengs. Although there has just been a bit of turmoil, if the bird really dares to destroy it, I am sure that all the Mengs will go mad.

In the eerie silence, the bird in the air stared at the center of the tomb, and the loud voice came into our ears.

"Just now I didn't feel right, Lord Bird was exactly right! The burial ground of the Mengs family is actually a corpse-raising ground! The soul does not return to the earth, nourished by the gloom and darkness, beneath this mountain range, is a huge Yin vein. The formation of a sea of rivers, hidden dead gas, trapped ghost souls, such a big move cannot be made by an ordinary! "

"Come out and let Lord Bird see, which old devil of Meng's family is hiding underneath!"

The sound of the bird was heard all over the valley, but the graves were quiet and there was no movement.

Seeing this, the three-legged bird hummed, and the huge flame wings flung downward.

Suddenly, a huge sphere of flame appeared and fell towards the center of the tomb. If this is true, many graves in this depression are estimated to have been destroyed by half.

The old owners and the old people were angry and anxious. After all, this is the burial ground of Meng's ancestors. If it was destroyed by the bird, the fame of Mengs would be all over.

Just when the homeowner and others wanted to stop the huge fireball falling from the sky, there was movement in the center of the grave.

There, an insignificant little grave cracked silently.

A thick black mist rose and turned into a strong illusory finger, pus.h.i.+ng slowly upward and poking at the huge ball of fire.

"Boom and bustle..." The low m.u.f.fled sound resounded through the valley, and the earth trembled.

The black phantom finger plunged into the huge ball of fire. The bright flame was fierce and had a tendency to explode. But before the blazing flame spread, the illusory finger burst.

The thick black fog wrapped the huge ball of fire directly and swallowed it up at a speed visible to the naked eye in its violent peristalsis.

Then the dark fog returned to the little grave.

In the cracks of the small earth grave, a hand was stretched out. The white and slender palm opened the cracks of the small earth grave, and a figure appeared from the small earth grave.

The middle-aged look, dressed in a green s.h.i.+rt, elegant temperament, like a teacher. Who would have believed that such a man had just come out of a grave if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes?

When the middle-aged man appeared, the homeowner and the old people were stunned, followed by their faces became very exciting, shocked, surprised, nervous and so on, very complex.

"Third ancestor..." An old man looked at the middle-aged man in the blue s.h.i.+rt in dismay and murmured with a dull face.

Father next to me took a breath of cool air and stared at the middle-aged man in the blue s.h.i.+rt, twitching and muttering at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, it's the third ancestor of Mengs and there are his portraits in the ancestral temple! He's not dead? No way. How could he have lived for hundreds of years?

"Mengs' ancestors have all died, and now he is just a wisp of souls!" The second grandfather said in a low voice.

Among the old Meng people, the ugliest face belongs to the homeowner. Maybe he knows some secrets that others don't know. At this time, he is very nervous.

The middle-aged man looked up at the huge flame body of the bird in the air, smiled and said a word.

The syllable of that sentence is very strange. I don't know what language it is. I didn't understand what it meant anyway. Not only me but also my father looked doubtful.

The three-legged bird in the air was apparently stunned and then responded in the same strange language.

The man and the bird talked like this and took us all like the air.

"This is... The language of the demon clan?! "

At this time, the second grandpa suddenly said and looked at the homeowner, whispered: "Big brother, you know something about the language of the demons. Should they speak the language of the demons? What did they say?

When we heard this, we all looked at our home Lord and waited for his response.

However, the old owner's eyes have been staring at the middle-aged green s.h.i.+rt, very nervous, he ignored Grandpa II.

Fear, anger, fear and other looks appear in the eyes of the homeowner, do not know what the reason is.

It wasn't long before the conversation between one person and one bird over there ended. The huge flame body of the bird in the air shrank rapidly, and finally became the dusty sparrow again, and landed on my shoulder.

"d.a.m.n, encountered an evil spirit, unexpectedly feel so clearly to the bird master's details, lord bird even cannot pretend!" The bird muttered a little annoyed.

"What did you talk to him about?" I asked a little curiously.

The bird coughed a little and scratched its head with its paws, saying vaguely: "It's nothing!"

It didn't want to say much. I didn't ask much. Looking at the middle-aged man in the blue s.h.i.+rt, he was walking towards here.

For this somewhat mysterious third ancestor of Mencius, there is a sense of vigilance on the scene, even though he is the ancestor of Mengs, after all, there are so many generations apart, there is no kins.h.i.+p at all.

Even, they prefer that this one has not been resurrected. The Meng family has its own rules. The current master is the master of the home. Now the third ancestor of the Meng family is born. Who has the final say in the Meng family?

Middle-aged blue s.h.i.+rts came not far from us, glanced at us, smiled and whispered: "In this generation, there are people who have blood to return to their ancestors. Good, very good. G.o.d bless my Mengs! Who will tell me, whose ancestral blood has caused such a great stir in the boundary stone?

No one answered his words, but some of the old people took a subconscious glance in my direction.

Middle-aged Tsing s.h.i.+rt noticed, looked at me, and looked at the three-legged bird standing on my shoulder. The smile on his face was more brilliant.

"What's your name, little fellow?" He asked softly.

"Meng Zichen!" I gave a quick response.

"Descendant of branches or of main branches?" He asked with a smile.

I meditated and whispered: "Branches!"

Whether I admit it or not, I am the descendant of the ninth branch of the Mengs family, which can not be changed.

After hearing what I said, the smile on the middle-aged face of the blue became more brilliant, and he said gently: "Would you like me to make you the master of the Mengs family and change your own branch into the main one?"

When he said this, the others were like frying pans.

One by one, the old men widened their eyes and several blurted out words like "impossible, absolutely impossible."

And the old homeowner's face has become iron-blue, clenched his teeth, tightened his fists.

Without waiting for my response, the old owner took a deep breath and stared at the middle-aged green s.h.i.+rt, saying in a silent voice word by word: "Now the Mengs is no longer the previous one, I am the current owner of the Mengs! Who is the next householder, you are not qualified to intervene! "

The middle-aged man blinked his eyes, looked at the old homeowner, and said with a smile: "Oh, sorry, forget you're still there!"

Then, the smile on the middle-aged face of the green s.h.i.+rt became a little deeper and said softly: "If you're dead now, should I be able to announce the successor to the next owner directly? Wouldn't that be all right?