Chapter 635: I Believe in You
Seeing the strange looks from Alexander and Ivy, the old ancestor suddenly felt his face burning, as if he had been slapped.
But after all, he was an old patriarch, how could he easily admit defeat?
With a tone of reprimand, he said, "Well... Beckett, Jaxon, Evander, these descendants are really outrageous! If you want the protection of the ancestors, you have to inform the ancestors.
You don't visit the tomb and kowtow during Rossgming Festival, don't burn paper money during the Ghost Festival, and don't visit the tomb and kowtow on the ancestors' death anniversary. You never pay attention to the ancestors, never share your thoughts with them. How would the ancestors know if you need their protection?
In the end, when something happens, the ancestors won't even know. Isn't that intentionally neglecting the ancestors? If you really have the ability to live well, you can come visit the ancestors for eight lifetimes, the ancestors won't mind.
But if you don't have the ability and don't seek the protection of the ancestors, deliberately seeking death, what can the ancestors do? Huh? Even if the ancestors are in the underworld, they still have a life, they need to breathe and eat. They can't be watching over the descendants in the mortal realm 24/7. The ancestors are not surveillance cameras!"
After this admonishment, Alexander and Ivy trembled.
It was clear that the ancestors did not protect their own descendants, but in the end, the blame was placed on the descendants themselves.
Truly worthy of being the ancestors!
These years in the underworld were not spent in vain.
At this moment, a pilot's voice suddenly rang out above everyone's heads.
"Mr. Ashford, Mrs. Ashford, where are you? Did you go back or not? Are you underground? Don't scare me, I'm a scaredy-cat, I can't handle it. Mr. Ashford, Mrs. Ashford..."
The old ancestor picked up a pen and paper, wrote the word "shut up," and threw it into the air.
By the grave.
The just awakened pilot was looking for Alexander and Ivy in a frightened state.
Suddenly, he saw a piece of paper rising from the grave, with the words "shut up" written on it.
"Thump," he fainted once again.
Underground.
Ivy and Alexander couldn't hear the pilot's voice and knew that he had fainted again. They couldn't help but feel helpless and amused.
Alexander looked up at the sun and said, "Old ancestor, it's almost noon. We have been out for half a day. Well, apart from seeing the King of Hell, is there no other way to investigate the whereabouts of the seven lost souls of the Ashford family?"
The old ancestor said, "There is a way, as the saying goes, money can make the ghost grind. The little ghosts around the King of Hell are addicted to gambling and are always short on money!"
Alexander and Ivy understood instantly.
The old ancestor... was reluctant to spend his own money.
But it was understandable, he supported ten wives on his own, which was quite a burden.
"Old ancestor, please send us out. There are a lot of ghost money in the plane!" Alexander said, holding Ivy's hand.
"Alright, alright!" The old ancestor nodded joyfully.
The old lady hesitated and said, "Dear great-grandchildren, next time come again! Next time, the ten old ladies and I will make even more delicious food for you."
Without waiting for Ivy and Alexander's response, a hole appeared in the old man's tomb, so they had to quickly leave.
Back on the plane, they carried several bundles of ghost money to the front of the old man's tomb.
With a lighter in hand, they were ready to burn the money.
At that moment, the pilot also woke up.
Thinking about the paper he saw, he felt like he had seen a ghost and immediately snatched the lighter, "Let me do it, let me burn it..."
As soon as the lighter was lit, another hole broke open in the old man's tomb.
The old man, with his white hair and youthful appearance, came out personally.
"Don't burn it, it's a waste of time!" he exclaimed, reaching out and gathering all the ghost money in his arms.
While the pilot was still in shock, the old man continued, "I will now go and find the little ghost. When everything is done, I will send you a dream."
As he finished speaking, the old man gradually sank holding the bundles of ghost money.
He turned to the pilot with a smile and said, "Young man, you're not bad, I have high hopes for you..."
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