Her father found several people and took turns explaining to Yang Ting the precautions for ancestor worship.

However, she couldn't listen to anything now. She only knew that if she didn't do anything tonight, she might be doomed.

The time for ancestor worship was planned in advance, and my father first took a group of people to the ancestral graves to set up the scene.

Before leaving, she repeatedly told Yang Ting's mother to take good care of her.

"If we fail to worship our ancestors tonight, the entire Yang family will be in danger. If you don't have enough of this good life, take care of your unfulfilled daughter!"

Yang Ting's mother was brutally beaten, and she felt wronged.

So when escorting Yang Ting to set off, her eyes became determined.

Yang Ting begged for mercy in the car.

"Mom, just let them bully me, right? You also know that worshiping ancestors is not a good thing, right?"

Her mother looked cold and didn't even look at her.

"Tingting, you are the eldest sister and the eldest granddaughter. There are some things you must bear."

Yang Ting was so anxious that she burst into tears.

"Mom, don't lie to yourself. Who in this family has ever cared about me? You all don't like me, and I know it."

Yang Ting's mother still looked forward with bright eyes.

"Tingting, don't breathe and think. As long as today's ancestor worship is successful, our Yang family will prosper for a hundred years. Good times are ahead, and your grandfather will remember your filial piety."

Yang Ting was already crying like a tearful person and looked at her mother almost collapsed.

"What is filial piety! Why does filial piety have to sacrifice me! Just because I am a girl and was born a woman, I deserve to die!"

Yang Ting was yelling in the car, but the speed of the car did not slow down even because of her yelling.

Suddenly, my mother's cell phone rang. My mother asked the driver to stop the car and got out of the car to answer the phone.

Yang Ting took advantage of this opportunity and immediately grabbed the cell phone placed in front of the driver.

She had already memorized Mo Tingye's number and quickly dialed it.

When the driver wanted to snatch it, the call was already connected.

"Save me! Let Ruan Xia save me! Please!"

Yang Ting roared with a cry.

As soon as he heard Ruan Xia's voice, the driver snatched the phone back.

Yang Ting's mother also hung up the phone and got back in the car.

"We have to hurry, we have to be there in half an hour."

The driver hummed and did not report what happened just now.

Yang Ting, on the other hand, sat calmly and shed tears.

She couldn't do anything but cry now, and she didn't know if Ruan Xia would save her.

***

It was already past midnight when Ruan Xia and Mo Tingye arrived at the suburban cemetery.

When I got to the door, I found no one there.

The two checked the entry record at the gate and discovered that the Yang family had gone up the mountain an hour ago.

The cemetery was dark, there wasn't even a light, so I had to climb up with a flashlight.

Fortunately, Ruan Xia quickly knew which direction they were going.

"Over there, the Yang family went up there."

This road is very difficult to walk. I climbed up the steps but saw no one.

Mo Tingye supported Ruan Xia, as if he was afraid that she would not be able to walk well.

Quite cautiously.

Finally, after walking for more than ten minutes, the two finally saw a little light and it was the Yang family.

There were Mr. Yang, Yang Ting's parents, and some Yang family bodyguards.

Seeing someone coming down the mountain, Yang Ting's parents were also very cautious and stared at the visitor.

When I walked in, I realized that I was an acquaintance.

"Mr. Mo, why are you here?"

Excuse me, I looked at Ruan Xia aside, wondering why these two people came to the cemetery in the middle of the night.

Mo Tingye went straight to the point, "Uncle Yang, Auntie Yang, Grandpa Yang, and Yang Ting called me and said she was in danger. I came over to take a look."

Mr. Yang immediately laughed innocently.

"We, Ting'er, just love to watch jokes. What's the danger? Our Yang family is worshiping our ancestors. Choosing her to be the chief sacrifice will ensure that our Yang family will prosper for a hundred years."

After Mr. Yang finished speaking, he heard someone next to him laugh.

"A century of prosperity? Hahaha, it's so funny..."

Mr. Yang stared at Ruan Xia angrily.

"Mr. Mo, did you bring this person? Why are you so rude?"

Mo Tingye put his arms around Ruan Xia, his tone and eyes very firm.

"Grandpa Yang, please show some respect to my people. She is the one Yang Ting invited."

"you……"

Mr. Yang's face suddenly turned ugly.

"You are Yang Ting's friends. I understand that it is not convenient for outsiders to be present during our ancestor worship. Please come down the mountain."

After saying that, he gave the bodyguard a look, and the bodyguard immediately stepped forward to block the way, as if he was trying to lift the two of them down.

Ruan Xia waved his hand, and the peach wood sword immediately stood in front of him.

"I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. Let's see who dares to move!"

She swung the mahogany sword twice casually, and all the branches on the side immediately broke to the ground.

The bodyguards quickly retreated upon seeing this.

"You...you little girl! Don't be rude. It's not your turn to take care of our Yang family!"

Ruan Xia ignored him. After looking around, he didn't see Yang Ting herself and immediately asked sharply.

"Where's Yang Ting! You won't really use her to worship your ancestors, will you?"

Mr. Yang immediately became unhappy and frowned coldly.

"What are you talking about? We just asked Ting'er to be the officiant, and we asked you to talk like you want to kill Ting'er."

Ruan Xia said nothing and stared at Mr. Yang.

In the sky above him that could not be seen with the naked eye, a thick black cloud was flashing with lightning and emitting a heavy yin energy.

It was an evil cultivator's method. I don't know how he was summoned by the Yang family.

"Do you think this is not dangerous? Or are you pretending not to know that this is dangerous?"

Mr. Yang's expression froze, "I don't understand what you little girl are talking about."

"No matter what, the Yang family's ancestor worship must be completed today. If you dare to make trouble, I won't be polite!"

At this time, Yang Ting's mother suddenly stepped forward and took Ruan Xia's hand.

"Girl, I remember you. You were on a variety show with her. You two are friends, right?"

"Then tell Auntie why it's dangerous?"

Ruan Xia saw that this mother still cared about her child.

So she told the hexagrams she had calculated without reservation.

"Your Yang family's energy has been exhausted. This is your fate. This old man found a master from nowhere and used evil magic to boost the Yang family's fortune for at least a hundred years."

Ruan Xia kept looking at Mr. Yang when he spoke.

Not only did he not look guilty, but his eyes became increasingly sinister.

"This is the fate of our Yang family. Haha, I don't believe in fate! I must let the Yang family continue to prosper!"

Ruan Xia did not avoid his eyes at all, but stared back even more aggressively.

"You use the souls of your grandchildren to sacrifice your ancestors. This is a witchcraft. Do you think the Yang family can really get better?"

Ruan Xia revealed the bloody facts.

"Using this kind of evil magic will only cause backlash. The Yang family may be prosperous for a while, but within five years, the Yang family's grandchildren will die and there will be no more descendants!"

Mr. Yang staggered after hearing this.

"You...you are talking nonsense! I don't believe it! How is it possible!"

Ruan Xia thought to herself that it was not enough and she had to explain it more clearly.

"The reason why the master asked you to do this is not to worship the ancestor at all, but to worship him."

Ruan Xia pointed to the tombstone of the Yang family's ancestors on the side.

"Otherwise, why not worship here instead of going to the mountain to set up another altar table?"