The sacrificial ceremony was actually very simple, so it didn't take long for it to be packed and ready. However, it was still relatively serious, and everyone had to attend.
Everything was almost ready. The ancestral hall had been cleaned and tidied up. The tributes were also placed neatly according to tradition.
Although it was an ancestral hall, it was only a wooden house that was still passable. There were a few memorial tablets placed in it, and a few white candles were lit. The relatively clean house only had some tributes. There was not even a decent decoration. It was very simple and crude. However, how could there only be a few memorial tablets for Yin-Yang Masters with a long history? It was obvious that as time passed, history was lost one by one.
Now, he could only remember the names of his ancestors from a few generations ago. As for those who were further away, he could no longer remember them clearly.
Now, the people in the clan were all gathered one after another.
The ritual began.
Kneeling and kowtowing, offering incense! An elder from the clan shouted.
Cure! Hurry up and kowtow to our ancestors. Murayama saw that Haruka was standing motionlessly at the side.
Aiya aiya! I know. I don't know why you're so superstitious. What will people who have already turned into ashes bless you with? Murayama had already glanced at him a few times, so he could only agree with disdain.
Don't be rude! I haven't scolded you for coming so late! If you say that now, you'll offend the ancestor, brat! Do you still want to live a good life in the future? This was a very serious matter. Hurry up and burn incense! Do you need to be taught a lesson! Murayama said in exasperation.
Seeing that the surrounding clansmen were intentionally looking over, the two of them felt a little awkward.
The clansmen had a good impression of their family. They could not lose face at this time.
Since they were the only ones left, everyone was unusually united and got along well. However, if it really came to a life and death situation, it was hard to say.
Aiya! Alright, alright. I'll just offer incense. Zhi could only burn incense unhappily.
Sigh, this child, why doesn't he always listen to me? He's really rebellious. But he's still young. Tsk, how should I educate him? 'Sigh,' Murayama thought.
Zhi pretended to be respectful and obediently lit the incense.
The old man from before, who was also Zhi's grandfather, nodded when he saw Zhi's obedient behavior.
Heal, heal, come to me. Xiangzi called out quietly from the side.
Didn't you say you wouldn't wait for me? Zhi whispered as he walked towards Kaho.
The ritual was not over yet. Right, later we should still…Xiangzi said.
Zhi made an OK gesture. Ola, Ola.
Tsk, these things that were prepared can't be eaten by a dead person. Didn't they still enter my stomach? He thought maliciously.
Looking at the table full of delicious food and the smell of meat, Zhi secretly swallowed his saliva. How long had it been since he had eaten meat? He was about to become a monk.
At this moment, Zhi's grandfather and the clan leader had just finished speaking to everyone and were respectfully placing incense sticks into the incense burner.
Cough cough…cough.
Grandfather?
Father?
Clan leader?
Everyone was very worried when they heard the Patriarch's cough. The Patriarch could now be their greatest support, so they hurriedly went forward to greet him with concern.
The old man waved his hand.
It's okay, it's okay. I'm old and useless. After the ceremony, everyone can go back to work. You all have other things to do.
Seeing that the old man was fine, everyone was relieved. They went home one after another to do their own things. The hardships of life forced them to do their best. Their identity as the descendants of Onmyoji made them worry every day. However, as long as they had the leader as their backbone, everyone felt much more at ease. Although they were poor, they were at peace.
Come, Murayama, help me back to the house." The old man pointed at his own house, but his voice sounded a little weak.
Yes. Murayama put his hand over.
What was wrong with his father? Wasn't he usually fine? Today? That was strange. Besides, his father was the last Yin-Yang Master in the world, right? Murayama thought.
Murayama carefully helped his father back to the house.
Murayama, I have a bad feeling today. Look, is something going to happen?
The old man looked worried.
Father, haven't we been living like this for the past few years? What can happen? Murayama comforted him.
Besides, is there really anything? We can only…sigh. Murayama added inwardly.
Murayama gently patted his father's back and said," Father, if you are tired, you should rest first. There is still me and Sadako.
I'll bring the food over later. Have a good rest.
Thinking that he might indeed lack rest, or perhaps it was just his imagination, the old man slowly walked into the house. It was a blessing, not a curse.
He couldn't avoid the disaster, so he could only leave everything to fate…
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Xiangzi!
What are you doing!
You've finished my share! Hurry up and live! You big eater!
Under the table full of offerings.
Haruka and Kaho were arguing about how much food to eat. Obviously, Kaho had finished her share and snatched a lot of Haruka's share. Haruka seemed to be unable to compete with this big eater, so he could only weakly make an internationally recognized gesture, a straight middle finger, no! 'It's the straight middle finger of two trees. I'm expressing my deep disdain for you, Kaho,' Haruka thought viciously in her heart.
What are you looking at! Who told you to come with me! Xiangzi glared fiercely at Haruka.
Don't. Xiangzi nodded. No matter what, leave me a piece of meat.
No! A fruit would do too. Looking at the scary look in Kaho's eyes, Haruka had no choice but to put down the banana that he had just stolen.
Gulp. Enduring the temptation of scratching, Zhi insisted on not drooling.
I won't eat, I won't eat, alright? You big eater.
May you become a little fat pig soon.
Fat pig flow. Haruka had no choice but to turn around and silently draw circles while cursing Kaori in a low voice.
It smells so good!
This taste was really good!
Xiangzi deliberately seduced him.
However, he looked at Zhi's pitiful expression.
Alright, alright. Come, I won't bully you anymore. My cute little didi. This drumstick is for you. Xiangzi threw a chicken drumstick at him.
Humph!
Without caring about dirtying his hands, Zhi quickly took the chicken drumstick that was thrown over and whispered, I'm not your cute little didi. It's impossible for you to have a cute little didi.
You're the little didi.
I'm not small…
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Dusk by the river, the setting sun. It was as if he was reluctant to give up the last chance to shine, but he could not escape the invasion of the night. The night quickly invaded the entire sky, making it seem a little oppressive and stuffy.
The two people who were fighting for food in such a happy atmosphere did not notice anything different around them. However, Murayama's father, who was resting in the house, suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground. He held a broken bronze mirror with the Eight Trigrams engraved on it.
The sound of broken lenses falling sounded a little ear-piercing in the silent night.
It seemed like something was about to happen…
Er…
The old man spat out a few words intermittently. Was he trying to remind her of something?
At the same time.
From the forest in the distance, there seemed to be a series of sounds, as if…
Treat him? Did you hear something? Xiangzi asked uneasily as she ate, feeling that something was wrong.
What? Aiya, what big thing could happen? Continue, continue. After eating, I'm going to rest. He didn't care about Shang Xiangzi's uneasiness and continued to eat.
But…
However, this was bad! Hurry up! Follow me, Kaho! Zhi seemed to have realized something.
Did those people come? Xiangzi hurriedly asked, her face revealing disbelief and panic.
Zhi did not answer.
Let's go! The sound seems to be coming from Grandpa's direction. Let's go over quickly!
Haruka's quick reaction was to grab Kaori's hand. Kaori almost fell because she couldn't react in time. She didn't care about Kaori. She grabbed Kaori and rushed to the northernmost house without hesitation.
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Everyone realized something.
The surrounding houses were still brightly lit by candles. People came out in groups of three or two, their faces flashing with fear and disbelief.
It must be those people.
Let's run away quickly. We almost lost our lives last time.
Who knew how many people would die this time?
Can we escape?
It was better to listen to what the clan leader had to say. If they wanted to escape, they should all escape together.
Everyone gathered together and discussed in panic.
At this moment, Haruta's parents, Murayama, and Sadako were coming out of the northernmost house.
When everyone saw the couple, they stopped talking and looked at them in unison. They hoped that Murayama and his wife could bring them good news.
However, the sorrowful expressions on Murayama and his wife's faces betrayed their desire to encourage everyone. The worst situation might have already arrived.
Murayama suppressed the sadness in his heart and said calmly. Sadako patted his shoulder with concern to show her support, and Murayama also calmed down a lot.
Everyone…everyone, please don't panic. Although…although the patriarch's father has passed away…
Ah!
What the hell!
Everyone exclaimed.
At this point, everyone was a little dumbfounded. How could this be, how could this be!
However, however! Everyone, don't panic! We must escape from here in an orderly manner. Those people…Murayama suddenly paused.
Perhaps he wasn't very sure. It might be far from here. Everyone, take advantage of the night!
If you can escape, then quickly escape. He really wanted to shout the last sentence out loud, maybe it could boost morale.
However, she swallowed it and slowly spat it out weakly.
All these years, they were all afraid.
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