The sunset sets the last ray of afterglow in the sky.

Lu Liangsheng and Yang Guang looked at each other and stepped forward to help the old man who had experienced many battles up. They didn't know what to say for a moment. I think the conversation just now had been heard by him, but it was really a bit embarrassing to turn a living person into a ghost to the underworld.

"National Master, don't worry, everything is my wish."

The old man looked at the emperor opposite, looked at Lu Liangsheng in front of him, and his eyes turned to the square to play excitedly, "I was so worried that the old minister left just now, and turned back again. When I heard His Majesty talk to the national master, I thought, "I can't be useless, I always have to do something that others can't do. If the city is broken and the family is gone, the old minister is not waiting to die while lying on the couch. Instead of that, I won't be as good as the underworld and summon the old subordinates to do it again!"

Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips: "Aren't Han Zhuguo afraid?"

"Haha, I'm old, what are you afraid of?" Han Qinhu straightened his back and leaned back slightly, stroking his beard and laughed, "Instead of not being able to carry a gun or ride a horse, and living a few more years of storm, it's better to be a god as well. Your Majesty, the old minister has enough life, and only the old minister agrees with the Chinese civil and military officials in the court. If the late emperor is still there, he will never hesitate so much to avoid delaying the fighter's opportunity!"

The laughter stopped slowly, and he watched the emperor stammering his lips, his beard floating in the wind, he clasped his fists heavily, his eyes firmly bowed and his words were powerful.

"I hope your Majesty will report."

Yang Guang was silent for a moment, took a step and slowly passed, holding the old man's hand clasped his fists, looked at the surrounding scenery, pursed his lips and nodded, and sucked his nose hard. His face was solemn.

"I'm sure!"

He looked at the old man: "National Master."

Lu Liangsheng tightened his teeth? His cheeks bulged a few times. He turned his back and looked at the children chasing him, Lu Pan and the eight others talking on their hips. After a while, he nodded and squeezed out a little voice.

"Han Zhuguo, at midnight? I will come to the mansion and go back to settle my family."

If it were someone else, his hair was standing up? The old man behind him heard this speech? He bowed his hands and turned half a circle, lowered his hands, and laughed.

Hahaha

"Your Majesty, National Master? The old minister will go back first to prepare for the funeral!"

Turning around? Pushing away the guard who came to support him, strode to the mountain gate below, laughing heroically? Echoing the sunset, Lu Liangsheng raised his hand and bowed to the empty forest, straightened his head, and sighed: "Your Majesty, there is such an old minister in the morning, which is the cornerstone of the family and the country."

Yang Guang did not answer, but just nodded.

Soon, the night fell. After dinner in the temple, Lu Liangsheng sat alone in the room in silence. In the swaying candlelight, he took out a blank scroll to spread it to the desk. The pen tip dipped out the ink, and fell on the paper outline. The large and small lanterns rose up. The green ink swayed along the paper page, drawing lines of ink that infused magic power, and burst out magic light.

The pen tip decorates the building, then goes to the street. The floor tiles are extended by the street shooting, drawing people's figures, robes, steps, red and white, and thin smoke around them. The outlines of two rows are drawn. The pen tip turns, the sedan chair is raised high, and the patrolman in front holds the wooden signs high in his hand, embellishing the "birthy avoidance".

"No matter what, it should be more grand."

After the painting, it was already the hour of the 12th. The night wind blew in through the crack in the window. Lu Liangsheng put down his brush and blew a clear air on the painting. The wet ink was soaked ink into the paper and dried up. He put away the scroll and turned around and pushed the door out. Everyone in the building knew what he was going to do, but he watched Lu Liangsheng walk outside from a distance and disappear into the night.

Wow, wow, wow, wow~

Wang

The night wind ran across the long street, and a thin layer of white mist appeared on the ground. You could vaguely hear dog barking and baby crying in the streets and alleys in the distance. It was already late at night. The antique who was beating the clapper walked across Baiguanfushe Street and heard the crying in the middle of the night. He probably thought that someone had died.

The fog swayed, turned around the street entrance in front, and a burst of rushing towards him. The lantern in his hand shook twice. A blurry figure flashed past him in the shaking candlelight range. He quickly turned his head and looked at the street behind him. There was no ghost in his mouth. He quickly muttered, "I saw nothing. Don't blame me for it. The road is heading towards the sky."

As we walked away from the long street behind us, the sound of human footsteps gradually slowed down in front of a courtyard wall. Lu Liangsheng looked at the mansion in front, and white paper lanterns with the word "Dian" were hung on both corners of the eaves of the door. Above the red mansion door, the door plaque was also hung with white silk, and bursts of crying came from inside.

The old man scolded him from time to time.

"Why are you crying? I'm dead! I really shouldn't tell you all this. I can't stand it in a few years, and I'm going to die."

"Oh, you cry, just cry, just pretend it's early."

After passing the front yard and in the main hall of the back yard, Han Qinhu touched his mourning clothes and sat on a stool, shouting and cursing to the side from time to time. The mourning hall in the room was set up, and there was a pitch-black coffin in the middle. A pair of white wax dripped with wax oil illuminated the elderly children and relatives gathered around him, and they knelt on the ground in mourning clothes and cried continuously.

In the afternoon, everything was fine. As soon as the old man came back, he said that he was going to die at midnight and asked them to hurry up to prepare for the funeral in the mansion. Everyone was shocked at first, but later they thought that some old men could have a premonition of their death. They probably thought that the master was the same, so they hung white cloth up and down the mansion. Later, when they asked, they found out that it was someone who told him. Some people immediately stopped doing it and cried and let the old man rest this idea.

"Dad, whoever told you, my son will beat him. How could he think of himself dying like this?"

Han Shiye was crying and burning paper money: "If you really leave, how can we brothers live?"

"Brother is right, Dad, people in the world want to live longer, but you are better, hoping to die." Han Zhao, the second son who was kneeling on the other side, wiped his tears and poked his brother next to him with his elbow, "Buy less, dad is not dead yet."

The old man there snorted, crossed his arms, sat straight on the stool at the end of the coffin, looking at the night in the courtyard outside, and his daughter-in-law kneeling outside, two younger brothers and a large group of relatives at home.

"For my father, someone will come to pick me up and leave at night. After I leave, you don't have to worry about everything in your family. Will Your Majesty lose his salary?"

In the crying crowd outside, a woman who looked like a daughter-in-law raised her face and wiped her tears: "Whoever dares to pick up her father-in-law and leave, we will beat him!"

A group of people agreed, and there were voices shouting.

"Yes, my brother has fought a lifelong battle and has only been thinking about how many years of happiness. He is about to die and will not do anything!"

Outside the mansion, Lu Liangsheng heard the conversation inside clearly, sighed, spread the scroll in his hand and drifted across the night sky. The light lit up on the painting above. The moment he fell on the ground, the sound of a suona gong suddenly sounded on the long street.

The two servants standing at the door of the mansion heard the sound of suona in the middle of the night and quickly turned their heads. The street was filled with white mist. A team carried a large sedan chair and blew the suona, beat the gong, and wore a unified red robe. The pointed white hat spread from the end of the street.

Such a strange scene scared the two servants at the door to run into the mansion in a pissing manner, quickly closed the door. Lu Liangsheng, who was standing in the mist outside, spread out the Kongtong seal, pinched the magic point and then cut the lips.

"Han Qinhu!"

A gust of cold wind blew away the plaque of the "Han Mansion" door. The white silk was stroking, and the lanterns swayed. In the mansion, the panicked and screaming servants caused some chaos. They ran to the main hall of the backyard. When they saw that there were many people, they felt much more at ease. They pointed at the people there with a scared crying voice.

"Here, something is coming from outside!"

The noisy inside and outside the main hall suddenly became quiet. The servant clarified his words and shouted hard: "A strange team, dressed in red and white, blowing and beating, came to the mansion in a blink of an eye."

‘Han Qinhu’

At this time, only the old man sitting in the hall could hear the sound of the ethereal outside sounded.

‘The god of the Yin Palace, King of Yama, return to the throne’

Hahaha!!

Hearing this, the old man on the stool suddenly burst into laughter, which made everyone who gathered outside and talked in a slight manner and turned around.

"Haha, the national master is here to pick me up. I am a king of Hell and a king of Hell after all, hahahaha."

Han Qinhu sat on the beard and stroked his beard and laughed loudly. One of his brothers outside turned around and said to his nephew, "Your father was afraid that he was not scared by the servant's words just now."

"Let's go out and have a look, so that my father can't be suspicious and live with peace of mind!"

Han Zhao pulled his brother Han Shiyan, and the timid female family members did not dare to stay here. He ran out and asked the servant to open the door and rushed outside. The sound of the suona and gong became clear and sounded in his ears. He saw a team not far away that had already gone to the other side of the street. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that it's just a passing by, and that servant is really fussing."

However, while talking, one of the female members suddenly screamed in fear, hugged her head and jumped in place, pointing to the strange team that passed by.

"My father-in-law, I saw him in the sedan chair."

Han Zhao and Han Shiyan were stunned, their eyes followed the direction the woman pointed, and in the team that was blowing the suona, the curtain was lifted in the shaking sedan chair, and an old man poked his head out and waved at them with a smile, as if he was saying goodbye.

In the blink of an eye, it gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"broken!"

Han Shiye reacted, turned around and ran home, and the rest hurriedly followed and rushed to the backyard. The uncle who was still guarding there asked them what kind of words were like outside. The two brothers didn't say anything, and went directly to the front door of the hall, calling out softly: "Dad?" slowly approached, stretched out their fingers and sniffed them, and suddenly took them back.

Then, with a thud, they all knelt on the ground, and the candlelight illuminated it. Han Qinhu sat upright on the bench, motionless, and had passed away for a long time.
Chapter completed!