What the old man pointed out was that Lin Feng took the wooden knife in his left hand and shook it with his left hand. The old man took it with his hands and made a strange noise in his throat. I don’t know if he was crying or laughing.
"There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re Master Lin Feng’s old slave. After waiting for more than ten years, you’ve finally come back. Master Lin’s revenge can finally be reported." The ugly old man suddenly knelt down and rubbed his wooden knife with a pair of mutilated fingers.
"What makes you so sure?"
The old man looked up. "This wooden knife was made by the old slave himself, and the handwriting you left in that year disappeared later. If you are not Master Lin Feng, you will hide the wooden door if you know the wooden knife."
What Lin Fengcai did happened to be seen by the old man with a wooden knife and a name in his hand, so it is more certain that this man is Lin Feng who once lived here.
"Who are you, old man?"
The old man was pale with tears in his eyes and kept saying, "It’s finally time for this day."
"Call me Ugly Uncle. For generations, the Lins have been slaves. It’s a pity that I watched you grow up. Because of that accident, the Lins ruined everyone but the young master."
"Change?" Windson suddenly thought of all the way to see those knife marks ugly mouth to change should be with those knife marks and scars should be left by sharp cuts.
"Come with me, young master." Ugly Bo said and walked into the dilapidated wooden house. The whole person lay his head in the kang hole and pulled out a bundle with his hands.
"this way"
Lin Feng wants to know the truth. He has to walk slowly with the ugly man behind him. His back is hunched badly. At every step, his left foot will gently click on his left leg. It should be awkward. I didn’t expect such a mysterious old man to have so many painful experiences.
Chapter three hundred and fourteen The past
A deserted house looks ugly and mysterious. The old man Lin Feng remembers what happened here. What did the hunchback old man carry in his hand? With all the questions, Lin Feng followed behind him.
The cold wind burst and everyone was properly placed, but Lin Feng was nowhere to be seen. I had to look around just to see Qi Tai coming out from the inside. "Has Lord Qi seen Lord Lin?"
JiTai look around "just seen that position I don’t know Lin’s adult look a little strange" JiTai hand refers to the dark where there are people.
"Strange?"
Jitai nodded. "Anyway, it’s a little different from usual. Even Jitai is too oversensitive."
"It should be fine."
At this time, Lin Feng walked out of the backyard with the old man and walked along a rugged path. Don’t look at the old man’s camel legs. They are not flexible and don’t move slowly. Even Lin Feng should be very careful when walking. It can be seen that the camel must pass through here at night.
"The young master has arrived."
In front of the moonlight, there is a graveyard, and those large and small raised earth bags tell future generations that the bones of ancestors are buried in front of them. This kind of burial method has been going on for a long time, and it has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
"Why did Ugly Uncle bring me here?"
"Master, kneel down"
Ugly Bo stopped talking about the scale before he came to a humble topped bag, which was not the largest among all topped bags. At this time, Lin Fengcai found that some of the larger topped bags had traces of being stolen and dug.
Grave robbery!
This is Lin Feng’s first reaction. After all, people who have read tomb raiding notes are better than those behind Shaolin Wind.
Grave robbers are mostly land, and thieves are all tombs of princes and generals. Here, earthen bags can form graves and roots, but they cannot be called tombs.
"Don’t kneel"
The hunchback old man’s bag is full of incense sticks burned to the dead, perhaps out of fear for the dead. Windson knelt there as Ugly Bo told him to.
"Master, the old slave lived up to his expectations and finally waited until the young master came back to know that the spring can rest in peace." Say that finish, lighting incense sticks rises with the fire, and white light rises in the graveyard. Fortunately, Lin Feng knows modern knowledge. These are the bones and hairs of the dead, which burn when they meet fire, not jack-o’-lantern or his supernatural things.
"Master kowtow"
Windson a face of nai ugly eyes staring at yourself, perhaps buried in topped is this era windson parents is awe to topped upon three heads.
The ugly man breathed a sigh of relief. "Don’t young master remember what happened here?"
Windson nods, "It’s some broken memories. It’s with these that I can hardly remember the back of the wooden knife."
"It’s no wonder that the young master was seven years old when that happened."
"What the hell happened?" Windson wants to know the secrets hidden behind this deserted house, knowing that this strange old man has eyes.
"This is the Lins’ House. It used to be a noble family that controlled several trade routes. I didn’t expect everything to change after that night."
Firelight, knife, light, holding a sharp sword, men in black broke into this house, and the knife fell on the other side. It was cruel and outrageous to kill the Lins regardless of age, women and children. The dead guards rushed to face the two sides and fought fiercely. Unfortunately, they eventually lost to the Lins. Hundreds of people died overnight, leaving several slaves unconscious.
Ugly "said here, his eyes fell on the grave bag." When I woke up, I found that my fingers were gone. I endured the pain and found the master, that is, your father was dying. When he died, he told me that the Lins had been guarding this secret, and those killers came for it. "
"Secret! Now that everyone is dead, can I live? "
"It must be God’s will that the killer attacked the Lins. On that day, the young master sneaked out behind his family’s back. That night, there was no Lins’ talent. Fortunately, the old slave buried the Lins one by one. Only at that moment did he find that the number was one less. It was the young master who read the master’s kindness to my family and stayed here until the young master could come back."
Ugly "said here, kneeling in front of the topped again, Lin Feng’s eyebrows wrinkled and vaguely heard that Yan Jin had died. He was an orphan. By coincidence, he was taken a fancy to what happened when he was brought back to the Royal Guards. He has remembered that maybe it was because of some special reasons that he avoided the killing. It was also a coincidence that Lin Feng died from crossing the world to the shipwreck.
"So it’s my parents and brothers buried here."
Ugly Bo sighed, "Hundreds of Lins are buried here."
"What are those?" Windson hand refers to a stolen grave, which is the most immoral thing. Stealing someone else’s grave will inevitably affect the soul of the deceased, which will greatly delay Sun’s history. Grave robbers are extremely hateful, and court decrees are equally strict with grave robbers. Once found, they will be executed immediately.
"Those people didn’t find what they wanted after killing all the Lins. Later, they found the graves here and often came to dig graves. The old slave only tried to play the ghost to scare those people away."