Chapter 5 Blood oath in front of the grave (

"Qinghan, the third uncle has tried his best, but your uncle Ye Jian and Elder Ye Rong have suppressed it with force. The elders are also helpless, and they have violated the rules in clan law. Now you only need to practice hard, break through to the commanding realm before the age of sixteen, or summon sixth-grade combat beasts during the Flame Dragon Festival, and you can join the ranks of the core children of the family. At that time, I will make a comment to the Elder Hall, and then there will be great hope that you can fulfill your second sister-in-law's last wish..."

Forehead!

Ye Qinghan paused, and an inaudible sound came from his ears, which was the transmission of the third uncle Ye Qiong. He turned his head and nodded to Ye Qiong gratefully, disappearing into the vast morning mist.

Yejiabao is the mansion of the city lord in Cangcheng, and the residence of the Yejia direct family and core children. It covers an area of ​​hundreds of acres, with dozens or hundreds of yards in it. From a distance, it looks like a small imperial palace.

The fort is divided into the East Courtyard and the West Courtyard. Usually, all the senior management of the Ye family live in the West Courtyard. The East Courtyard is where some guards and servants live.

But in the east courtyard of the fort, there is a small courtyard with a large area next to it. It is obvious that the person living here is not an important figure of the Ye family.

The morning mist gradually became denser, but the small yard was still lit with dim candlelight. The white mist and red candlelight penetrated each other. The crying sound of a girl faintly came from the yard made the place look particularly mysterious and weird.

A black figure gradually walked towards this side and walked straight into the courtyard.

The yard hall is not very big, with more than twenty square meters. The debris inside has been removed. Only a large dark coffin is placed vertically in the center of the hall. A girl next to her is sitting kneeling and burning money paper.

The girl looked fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a pure white mourning clothes, tightly tied around her body. Her delicate and small facial features, white skin, and her hair was as white as black hair. The two faint tears on her face added a bit of a beautiful charm.

When the girl saw someone coming in, she quickly packed up her clothes, wiped the tears on her face, and stood up. She saw a young man in green staggeringly walking in, her figure full of loneliness and desolation. Tears fell like rain, and she shouted softly: "Brother!"

The person who came was Ye Qinghan. He heard his sister Ye Qingyu crying and looked at her haggard and thin face. He couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, straightened his waist, and forced himself to cheer up.

He walked over, pulled up his sister Ye Qingyu's hand, picked up the incense and candle on the ground, lit it, knelt on the ground, and bowed three times together. Then he signaled his sister to continue burning paper for his mother, but he himself knelt in front of the coffin.

"The child is unfilial and has not fulfilled his mother's last wish. At present, he can only bury his mother into the west mountain. I hope his mother's soul will rest in peace! Mother, don't worry, the child will take good care of himself and his sister, work hard to cultivate, and revitalize our second room..."

As he spoke, Ye Qinghan's decadence and loneliness gradually disappeared, replaced by a face of perseverance and determination.
Chapter completed!