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Ye Feng saw that his second uncle's expression was not right and knew that he must have remembered what happened that night. To be honest, any family that encountered such a thing would feel aggrieved if they could not talk about it or complain about their grievances. Ye Feng quickly looked around and changed the topic.""Erm... I'm sorry. Second Uncle, I came up to ask you to come to my house for dinner. Where is Second Aunt? Why isn't she here?”

Ye Zongming came back to his senses and sighed. He forced a smile and said,"Erm... I'm sorry. Your second aunt went to the back to help. Sigh, this bunch of loafers, they even dare to do such a wicked thing as digging up someone's ancestral grave. I really want to kill them!”

"Second Uncle! Don't get angry, it's bad for your health! That yellow-haired guy had done so many wicked things. Sooner or later, someone would take care of him!”Seeing that his second uncle was about to fly into a rage again, Ye Feng hurriedly comforted him.

Ye Zongming nodded." Maybe. It's all our fault for being useless. We can only hope that God will take him in as soon as possible."”

Ye Feng chuckled coldly. If no one could take care of the yellow-haired guy, then he might have to be the heavens and eliminate the evil for the people!

At this moment, in a restaurant. A young man with blonde hair suddenly shivered.

The shop was a bit deserted at the moment. There was only a table full of customers. It was not because the business was bad, but because the place was booked. The person who booked the place was none other than Huang Xiaogui, the person whom Ye Feng's family hated to the core. Huang Xiaogui was going to entertain two important guests here today. Huang Xiaogui was munching on a piece of dog meat in his hand, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the two shirtless men sitting at the head of the table. A trace of fear and admiration flashed in his eyes. That's right. It was the worship of the weak for the strong.

Suddenly, just as Ye Feng made up his mind to find a chance to take revenge on Goldie, a chill ran down Goldie's spine to the back of his head. A bad feeling rose in his heart for no reason, as if he was being targeted by a hungry wolf.

God gave animals an instinct to predict danger. Just like before an earthquake, many animals could sense it in advance and stay away from danger. Humans were also animals, so they naturally inherited this instinct. However, long-term comfortable life made this instinct slowly degenerate. Only some people who often struggled on the edge of life and death could discover this instinct, such as spies, killers, or specially trained special soldiers. There were also some people, such as those in the underworld. Today, they would kill each other, and tomorrow, they would kill each other. They had lived a life of fear for a long time, and their ability to predict danger was naturally better than ordinary people. This could also be considered a survival skill. The yellow-haired man's heart skipped a beat. He had a hunch that what this group of people had planned tonight would happen.

There wouldn't be any problems, right? The blonde was a little worried.

However, the yellow-haired guy raised his head and looked at the two stern and tense men in front of him. He had paid a great price to invite them to hold the fort. Thinking of their unbelievable abilities, the yellow-haired guy was instantly relieved. He was full of confidence about tonight's matter. He tried hard to get rid of the sudden depression in his heart and put on a flattering smile on his face. Then, he kept toasting to the two of them. The cold and cheerless store immediately began to drink and drink again. From time to time, one or two vulgarities would come out, causing the originally quiet store to become a little foul.

At this time, Ye Feng bid farewell to his second uncle and ran towards the back of the mountain. The Ye family's ancestral grave was in a large forest behind the old house. There was a small path in the forest that only Rong could pass through. On both sides of the path were densely packed tombs of different sizes and thick and thin trees. It was almost evening, and the weather in winter was relatively short. It was already dark before seven o'clock. Due to the trees blocking the light, the light in the forest was even dimmer. Occasionally, there would be one or two unknown birds chirping, which made the surroundings seem even more sinister and terrifying.

After kicking away the shrubs and weeds that tripped them, they walked about 50 meters before a tomb that was many times larger than the small tomb beside them. This was the ancestral tomb of the Ye family that had been stolen. This tomb was very luxurious and was also very famous in the local area. The entire tomb was built on the ground and was made of huge rocks that weighed thousands of pounds. In front of the tomb was a two-meter-tall tombstone that was carved like a pavilion. The outer side of the tombstone was engraved with the posthumous title of the tomb owner, his official position, the Ye family's genealogy, and other information. On the inner side, there was a "Virtuous Man's Journey" carved on it. On both sides of the tombstone were stone statues of a golden couple.

The two huge tomb doors were carved with embossed patterns, such as "Yang Family Generals","Investiture of the Gods","Ma Gu offers birthday","Liangshan heroes", etc. The patterns were exquisite, and the characters were vivid, with different emotions. Every time Ye Feng saw these images, he couldn't help but exclaim at the carving skills of the ancients. A couplet was carved on both sides of the tomb door in cursive script. On the right side was engraved with the words "How many people will be separated from each other through the ages", and on the left side was engraved with the words "A dream of Huang Liang will never be lost for thousands of years". Of course, they were all in traditional Chinese. Ye Feng still remembered that when he was young, he had specially looked up the dictionary in order to understand what was written on them. The strokes were wild and unruly, rough and bold, and unrestrained. It was said that all the words on the tombstone and the tomb were personally written on the stone by the tomb owner before he died, and then carved on it by the craftsmen. From this, it could be seen that this ancestor of his had some goods in his stomach.

Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for the ancestor who was sleeping in this tomb.

At this moment, a few familiar figures were busy in the cemetery. They were Ye Feng's father, Ye Zongkai, his second aunt, Wu Yulian, and his grandmother, He Miaozhen. Ye Feng walked forward. Grandma knelt in front of the tombstone, burning incense and paper with a devout expression. She muttered something as if she was asking for forgiveness from her ancestors. Second Aunt was mixing cement at the side, while Father was busy at the tomb door. The tomb door that was pried off by Huang Mao and his gang had been reinstalled. Ye Zongkai was using the mixed cement to repair the gap. The three of them were buried in their own things. They all had gloomy expressions and did not speak to each other. The atmosphere was very oppressive.

"Grandma, Second Aunt, Dad!" Ye Feng's arrival broke the silence in the cemetery. The three of them raised their heads and saw Ye Feng standing in front of them. A smile immediately appeared on their originally gloomy faces. Grandma put down the things in her hands and walked over shakily. She held Ye Feng's hands tightly and asked about his well-being.

"Dad!" Ye Feng walked up to his father and said. You don't have to say anything. I know everything about the family!”

Ye Zongkai was stunned for a moment, then he nodded and didn't say anything. Ye Zongkai's personality had always been quiet. He liked to keep everything in his heart and bear it by himself. Ye Feng seemed to have inherited this trait.

"Mom asked me to…I'm here to call you guys home for dinner!" Ye Feng stuttered. To be honest, Ye Feng was still a little afraid of his father. This fear was innate.

Ye Zongkai nodded and put down the knife in his hand. He packed up the tools and turned to Grandma and Second Aunt."Alright, it's getting dark. That's all for today. Let's go back and eat!”,The four of them left the cemetery together.

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