After walking for a long time, the two carriages finally returned to Dongqi Town again.
Su Ling had been looking forward to it eagerly at home. After hearing about the experience at her second brother's house, her eyes inevitably turned red again.
The coffin containing Cui Qiaoxiu's body was placed in the yard.
I plan to take it to the mountain after tomorrow and find a place to bury it.
After struggling all the way, we finally got home. Su Wenmao and his children packed up and moved into the yard.
Yuanbao has also been tired for a day.
Before she even opened her eyes when she got home, Su Junting took her into the house and put her on the small bed.
"Young Master!" Both the unfortunate bird and the yellow fox were waiting in the yard.
Seeing Su Junting carrying the person back, one used his sharp mouth to pick up a towel for Yuan Bao to wipe his face, while the other began to use his own energy to warm Yuan Bao's bed.
Su Junting was already used to it.
He carefully placed Yuanbao on the crib and was about to leave when he saw someone coming in behind him.
"Dad, why are you here?"
It's Su Wenlin.
He entered Yuanbao's small courtyard with a sad look on his face, looked out and saw his little daughter sleeping soundly on the bed, and his eyebrows furrowed a little tighter.
"Your sister is asleep..." Su Wenlin walked around the room and tucked Yuan Bao into bed as if he was out of work.
Su Junting saw that something was wrong with his father, and was reluctant to wake up his sister, so he asked in a low voice: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Su Wenlin sighed and said helplessly: "It's not your second uncle. The dream he just told me about he always felt unlucky... And as soon as he finished talking, I found that I seemed to have had this dream too... …”
Su Wenmao often has the same dream recently.
What he dreamed about was the hill where the old couple of the Su family buried their bones. Su Wenmao dreamed about it for many days, wandering around that hill.
The scenery is the same, but the weather is occasionally different.
This may sound like nothing wrong, but having the same dream every day still makes people feel weird.
"Is this what my second uncle dreamed about?" Su Junting didn't know what was so scary about such a dream.
"Oh, please listen to what I have to say." Su Wenlin said anxiously, "Isn't it true? Starting last month, your second uncle started dreaming about a little white snake appearing on that hilltop -"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuanbao's little milk sound suddenly sounded beside the bed.
"What does the white snake in the dream look like?"
Her voice was still confused, but she had already sat up and was staring at Su Wenlin seriously as she asked this question.
If it weren't for the tugging on her head, Su Wenlin would have doubted whether the baby had fallen asleep just now.
The little fairy at home woke up, and Su Wenlin no longer had to worry about it. He hurriedly came over and told Yuan Bao everything about Su Wenmao's dream.
Including the appearance of the little white snake described by Su Wenmao.
"Do you think it was a dream given to you by your grandparents?" Su Wenlin was still guessing here.
The ancestral home of the Su family is not in Dongqi Town, but moved here decades ago.
The Su family's parents liked this place very much, so they decided to bury them in a place near the mountains and rivers in the back hills of Dongqi Town after their death.
Su Wenlin is the closest, so he often goes to the mountain to worship his parents.
Logically speaking, there should be no problem.
Yuan Bao sat on the bed blankly as if in deep thought, staring at the bedpost without blinking, as if he was thinking about something.
After a long while, she suddenly slapped her thigh: "Sangmen! It's Sangmen! Why did I just remember it!"
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Halfway through his sleep, Su Wenmao and Su Ling were woken up urgently by his elder brother.
Not long after, more than a dozen people from the Su family were standing in the yard ready to go.
Su Wenmao was still confused.
Su Wenlin has explained this matter from beginning to end in very concise words.
"Second brother, Ling'er, have you noticed that all the people left in this family now have the surname Su, and all the people with foreign surnames are gone." After saying that, he saw his niece Zhu Mingyu, who was blinking and looking confused. Added: "Mingyu doesn't count."
It really is!
The dozen or so people standing in the courtyard are all from the Su family, and all have the surname Su.
The most bizarre thing is that all the spouses of the three brothers and sisters are dead.
Without exception.
Su Ling and Su Wenmao looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what this meant.
Little Yuanbao had already changed into his Taoist robe in the room, carrying a mahogany sword on his back, and the small bag in front of him was filled with painted talismans.
A yellow-green bird sat on the shoulder.
A yellow-colored fox dog followed at my feet.
"Everyone with a foreign surname in the family will die because there is a mourning sect that has been practicing for hundreds of years and has built a nest on the graves of grandparents."
"What is the Sangmen?" Su Ling asked anxiously.
She vaguely felt that her daughter Mingyu's fate of dying young might have something to do with this thing.
Yuan Bao couldn't understand the explanation, so he had to pull out the mahogany sword and draw a winding snake shape on the ground.
"This is the Sangmen! Liger said that wherever the Sangmen go, families will be destroyed and people will die until the door is dead."
"What?!" Su Wenmao was also shocked.
The little white snake in his dream just made him feel a little weird, but he didn't expect it to be so scary.
According to what Yuan Bao said, the Sangmen should have been entrenched on the tombs of the Su family's parents for a long time.
The people with foreign surnames are still dying now. When all the people with foreign surnames die, the descendants of the Su family will begin to die.
As for the dream he had, it was very likely that the old couple of the Su family tried hard to tell it, but he really didn't understand the key and missed the key opportunity.
His wife's body was still lying in the courtyard without being buried. Thinking that their children might also be in danger, Su Wenmao, like Su Ling, felt anxious and his eyes were on fire.
At this moment, the little one in the eldest brother's house is simply a living Buddha.
He hurriedly asked: "Yuanbao, hurry up, tell the second uncle what we should do."
Yuan Bao put the small peach wood sword back on his back, looked towards the back mountain with sharp eyes: "Let's go! Yuan Bao will kill him and leave no trace behind!"
Su Junye and several other young men were in front, and Yuan Bao was riding on the second brother's neck.
Several people from the Su family went up the back mountain in a mighty manner.
Fortunately, it was during the Chinese New Year and it was getting late, so not many people outside saw such a spectacular procession.
"Second brother, face west!"
Yuan Bao held a small compass in her hand, not much bigger than her chubby hand, and kept giving Su Junye directions.
Normally she doesn't need a compass for positioning.
But recently she was too tired and hadn't rested yet, so she had to rely on external help.
The twists and turns of the compass brought everyone to a dirt bunker not far from the tombs of the old couple of the Su family.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." Yuan Bao directed the other brothers to throw the few little mice prepared early in the morning onto the mountain.
At the soil bag, the yellow-black soil kept churning.
The mouse got into a gap, and with a swish, a section of white was particularly conspicuous in the night.
Soon enough, before anyone else had time to react, Yuan Bao had already turned over and jumped off Su Junye's neck. He pointed his mahogany sword and picked up a white snake at the tip of the sword!
