The house is uninhabited, and it has been more than a month since it has been thin ashes on the door lintel and beams, and spider webs are hung. Although it is daytime, because the doors and windows are closed, the four corners of the house are black and can only see one corner of the house. The surface of the furnace that has been cooled for a long time has grown some patina, and the inside is pale ashes.

Wu Han didn't dare to let out a breath, holding his sweaty palm, and walked towards the stove lightly. A month and a half ago, Wu Xin suddenly wanted to move out of here. Most of the farm tools and iron tools in the store were sold, but some of them were still left scattered at his feet. Unconsciously, Wu Han kicked a plow handle, which made him tremble with a clang. When he turned his wrist, he showed a short knife. He found that it was a false alarm and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the white ash in the furnace, Wu Han felt sad. The two of them were burned in the furnace. Although the ashes left behind were crushed and thrown into the Huangshui River, he often saw them in his dreams burned beyond recognition, crawling out of the furnace and asking for his life.

This month he had almost no sleep and his eyes turned black. Today, he finally came to the county town by himself to relieve this trouble.

Walking to the stove, Wu Han took a deep breath, took out three incense threads from his arms, and regardless of the incense powder, he took out the moxa velvet scythe again, which attracted the fire, ignited the incense, and inserted it into the stove.

Two sesame cakes and a pot of sake were placed on the ground.

After the red incense head burned, Wu Han whispered: "Don't blame me, you two, it's really because I came in a hurry and didn't have any extra money, so I didn't bring any sacrifices. I will make up for it next time."

"Oh, although Master is cold-faced, he is a kind-hearted person. I really can't figure out why you have to make a difference in life and death. When asked about the reason, he didn't tell me. Until now, I don't know the identities of the two, but..."

Wu Han pursed his lips and continued, "But, the lights are gone. Since you are no longer alive, you don't have to be nostalgic for the world,"

Please don’t bother me in my dream again. If you agree, I will come to worship regularly every year.”

As he said that, he took out two bamboo hexagrams from his arms and said seriously: "You two agree, and you will hit one Yin and one Yang." After that, he gently threw the bamboo hexagram upwards. The bamboo hexagram fell to the ground, one positive and one reversed. Wu Han picked up the bamboo hexagram and closed it in his hand, and said: "Come on the Yin hexagram again."

After saying that, he threw it, and two clicks almost rang together. The bamboo hexagram landed on the ground, and the two opposites were on the opposite side.

Wu Han finally breathed a sigh of relief, and most of his worries disappeared. He felt his shoulders lighten and smiled at the three fragrant scents: "Thank you for being generous, thank you."

Pour a glass of wine and sprinkle it on the ground. Wu Han carefully put away the pancake and turned around and left.

In the backyard of the blacksmith shop, a middle-aged man in yellow with a tattoo on his face and a woman in green robe listened to the movements in the front room.

The man in yellow whispered: "Mr. Fan calculated that Dongfang Jing died here. We have been here for more than a month. It is true. This young man is Wu Han, the master and disciple of Wu. Unfortunately, Dongfang Jing's confidant only knew that he had checked Wu Xin, but he didn't know what he found, otherwise the situation would be much clearer."
Chapter completed!