Doomsday Sanctuary

The three of them put Di Ping and his party on the spot for a while!

Di Ping didn't do it for a while, so he could only wait.

He could feel a sense of sadness and solemnity from this chanting, so he closed his palms and bowed his head to show his respect, and Yue Lie also learned to do it.

Although the atmosphere is very depressing, the people of Di Ping are not from the Blacksmith Village after all. I don't know what happened to these people gathering in front of the ancient temple!

What ceremony seems to be going on?

However, over time, several people could not keep standing peacefully like these villagers, and their hearts gradually became impatient.

Fortunately, before a few people could not bear it, the chanting in the hall finally stopped, and the people who had been standing still in the square made slight noises, as if they were putting their hands down one by one.

Di Ping looked up. As expected, everyone in the square raised their heads and put down their folded hands. The Luo father and daughter beside him also stopped, their eyes flashing with sadness and hatred, and Xing Chi's face was also sad, and both stopped low. Hanging, without saying a word.

"This is for the deceased clansmen to return the spirit cards to the ancestral hall. Every clan member will put the spirit cards in the ancestral hall after death. Don't be surprised, Xiao Di, let you wait longer..."

Although Di Ping didn't ask, Luo Hongyuan was not really an old man who knew nothing. He seemed to explain the doubts in Di Ping's eyes.

"How could Uncle Luo happen! The dead is the biggest, it doesn't matter if you wait a while!"

Di Ping shook his head solemnly and said softly.

"Good!"

Luo Hongyuan looked at Di Ping with satisfaction! It's just that he didn't notice that although he suppressed his voice very low, it was still very loud in this quiet valley. Everyone on the square heard it, and turned around to look over here.

When a group of people saw Di Ping and his group, their faces were puzzled, and they didn't seem to know the origin of these people.

At the same time, a lot of people's faces looked indifferent, and this person's eyes flashed more vigilance and defensiveness. Seeing Di Ping and the others, the eyes were unkind, and Di Ping didn't know what was going on.

Feeling the gazes of these people, Di Ping's forehead was a little sweaty. Fortunately, he had foresight and put away all his weapons. Otherwise, it would be really troublesome to see these people’s eyes. These people are from the Luo Xinyi tribe and are not easy to use force. .

"Mistakes, mistakes!"

At this time, Luo Hongyuan knew that his loud voice was causing trouble again, and explained embarrassingly in his daughter's unkind eyes, but did not notice that his urgent voice became louder, and the trembling valley buzzed.

"Ugh!"

Luo Xinyi patted her forehead with a black line helplessly.

"This father and daughter are really no one?"

Di Ping smiled secretly, this Luo Xinyi is the elder brother, let alone the second elder brother, watching her usual performance finally found the root cause.

"Hongyuan! What are you yelling at?"

Just as Luo Hongyuan and his daughter apologized, four gray-haired old people walked out of the hall. They all seemed to be in their 70s or 80s, but they all walked steadily and walked like the wind. They didn’t even have a stick. He was also attracted by Di Ping's group of people, and walked towards this side after leaving the hall. A red-faced old man with a sturdy body and white hair and long beard asked aloud, walking ten meters away.

"Hey! No...no...Old uncle, my voice is very low?"

Luo Hongyuan was obviously a little nervous, waved his hands in silly joy, his expression was embarrassed, and he seemed to be afraid that the old man in front of him was not as bold as he was before, his voice was much lighter, and his eyes were obviously respectful.