On the way back, I rode my bike very fast.

At the beginning, I was still thinking about how I should explain this to my father and my grandmother if I were to go back.

I just came out to buy something, but I actually brought back a man. If they found out about this, they would definitely scold him.

But I suddenly remembered that I was riding a bicycle and the guy in front of me was on foot. Doesn't that mean as long as I speed up, I can get rid of him?

Thinking of this, I even used up the energy to drink milk when I was young, madly pedalling my bike like a madman.

Grandmother always said that when I was a child, I would go to my neighbor's room to get some milk and grab one to eat it. Afterwards, all the women who were nursing took a detour when they saw me.

Now I'm pulling that momentum out again, and the car's going to fall apart from my kick.

However, the sad thing is, when I came back, I already thought about it. The way back is uphill, so the speed is so slow that it's no different from walking.

In the beginning, I had the upper hand, but when I started up the slope, it wasn't like that.

I even saw that pretty boy, not long after, he walked in front of me and looked at me like he was crazy.

I rolled my eyes at him and ignored him.

But it's still not as fast as he is. I have to get home before him.

So how could this continue?

After a few minutes, I couldn't catch up with him.

The adonis was clearly feeling rather helpless. He sighed and sat on the ground, waiting for me to arrive before saying, "I think it's better if I help you push the cart."

I'm so tired and sweating that I can't wait to throw away the chicken in my car and the disobedient dog following behind me.

As soon as he said that, I let go, and the car almost slipped off on its own.

Luckily, he was quite skilled and quickly pulled the car, so he did not make a fool of himself.

When I got home, I thought Daddy would ask a lot of questions about the arrival of the little white face.

However, he did not expect him to just glance at the adonis and ask, "Who is this?"

I started.

I scratched my head and thought about it. Yeah, I haven't asked him his name until now.

So I bumped into the adonis who was looking around foolishly. "I'm asking you a question. My name."

The adonis acknowledged him and locked his gaze with his father's. With a faint smile, he said, "My name is Tang Ran."

His father frowned slightly and stopped asking questions. He didn't even bother to ask why Tang Ran wanted to come here.

This confused me.

Shouldn't he have asked more?

After his father had finished with the black dog and the black rooster, he went to the backyard and cleaned himself up.

Don Ran looked around our courtyard as if he was very curious about every single place.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Alright, pretty boy. You can go back now. This is none of your business."

"Go back, why should we go back?" He didn't understand a word of politeness. The more I talked about it, the more excited he got. He climbed the ladder and sat on the roof of my house, looking off into the distance.

Even though he looked very handsome in his current state, I still felt a bit unhappy that such a stranger had climbed onto the roof of my house.

I immediately told him in a low voice, "Quickly come down. If my father sees you like this, he will definitely be angry at me."

Don Ran looked at me with a playful expression and said, "Oh? Is that so, that he would always be angry at you? But from the looks of his character, he doesn't seem like that sort of person. "

What he said was right. It had to be said that the way Tang Ran saw people was quite accurate.

In this way, I have no other ways to deal with this pretty boy. I can only ask my granny to chase him away.

However, after I found my grandma, she only glanced at Tang Ran through the window and secretly smiled. She refused to help me no matter what.

This is great, I've caused myself a huge trouble.

Until nightfall, the adonis had no intention of leaving.

He even shamelessly came to my house to eat …

The living conditions in the countryside were not very good, but since there was one more person in the family, they still cooked an extra dish, a stir-fried cabbage and a fried leek. They were all vegetarian dishes, after all, the meat was more expensive, and these vegetarian dishes were all grown by their own families.

This pretty boy was quite rude, it's fine if he just came to eat. He didn't wait for my dad and grandma to come to the table, instead he sat down and picked up his chopsticks as if he was going to eat.

I looked at it and stared. "Why are you so rude? My family isn't even on the table."

I was a little surprised at this white guy.

He rolled his eyes at me, then balked a little in the food, then jumped up and left. "No meat, no food," he said.

As he spoke, he walked out.

What's wrong with that? Can't I eat without meat? Initially, I was already displeased by his actions.

However, looking at his current state, I naturally could not hold it in any longer and slammed the table. "Stop right there!"

He was stunned and stood on the ground. He didn't even look at me as he asked, "What's the matter?"

"You're being too rude, I'm going to teach you a lesson." I rolled up my sleeves.

But I haven't reached him yet.

When my father came back from the backyard and saw the two of us, I directly said, "What are you doing, little boy? Why are you talking to guests? It's rude!"

Father doesn't seem to be reasonable. What kind of guest is this? He's clearly a guy who likes to eat and drink with unknown origins.

But now that my father has said so, I only tasted the loss.

His father gestured for him to come over, then Tang Ran came back and sat down.

I don't understand why my father would be so polite to a young man who hasn't even grown all his hair yet.

If it was me, I would have slapped him until he was looking for his teeth on the ground.

When they were almost done eating, on the quiet table, Dad said, "I'm going to the back of the mountain to check on the situation."

His words had just sounded when I said that I would like to follow him and take a look.

Unexpectedly, just as I opened my mouth, before I could say anything, I heard that fellow, Tang Ran, say, "Mmm, I'm going as well."

This guy, why is he so willing to get involved in everything?

I glared at him, then lowered my voice and scolded him. "This is my family's business. What are you going to do?"

Tang Ran didn't seem to care at all about my rebuke. He grinned and said, "You can ask. I am a Daoist, so I have my own reasons."

Ai, this fellow is actually getting more and more arrogant in front of me. If I knew he was like this, I wouldn't have agreed to bring him here.

But right now, at the dinner table, I can't say much about him.

At this time, the sky outside was dark. After it has passed, there would naturally be a little sinister and scary, so bringing him along would be a good thing. To scare him, to make him stop being so cocky.

At once, I thought for a while and said, "Alright, Dao Master Tang. We have an agreement. If you're scared, don't cry."

After dinner, just as Dad walked out, I did not even clean up the bowl and rushed out after him.

At this moment, Tang Ran had already followed me at an unknown time. When he saw me rushing over, he reprimanded me, "Hurry up, walk slowly. Be careful not to get caught by a wild ghost as his wife."

This person's words are really infuriating, making me grind my teeth in hatred. However, I had no choice but to quicken my pace and follow behind him.

When we reached the back of the mountain, I saw that my father was no longer waiting for us. The ceremony had begun.

As we walked forward, I took a glance at the ceremony. It didn't seem that different from a normal worship ancestor. At a glance, it seemed normal.

On the empty ground in front of the grave, there were five plates of offerings, a bottle of white wine, and an aluminum kettle on the side. In this bottle, there was usually dumpling soup.

Other than these items, there was also a white candle, which had already been lit with sandalwood.

He was kneeling and kowtowing when we arrived.

When we got there, he stood up too, then took the kettle and began to pour around the tribute.

At first, I was puzzled. After all, during the day, my father told me to prepare a black dog and a rooster. But now, it seems that he didn't use these things.

I was about to step forward and ask why.

I didn't expect that Tang Ran would pull me back so quickly.

This guy, I've already given him a lot of face by bringing him here. I didn't expect him to pull me down.

I glared at him and was about to say something.

The guy looked at me as if he had something to say, then pointed at the burning paper money not far away.

Around the burning paper money, his father had already poured a round of dumpling soup into the kettle. At this time, there was still a lot of dumpling soup left in the kettle. He then surrounded the grave and started to pour the dumpling soup.

However, when Tang Ran pointed over, I subconsciously saw that the color of the dumpling soup seemed to be off.

Isn't the color of the dumpling soup supposed to be white? Why does it look red now?

Even with the breeze blowing, I could feel the smell of blood on my nose.

At this moment, the canteen in his father's hand had already reached the grave.

At this moment, black smoke was still coming out of the grave. It seemed like the situation here hadn't been resolved yet.

At this moment, his father was actually pouring the red liquid from the kettle into the bottle.

As the liquid entered, from an unknown location, a sizzling sound could be heard and the black smog began to slow down.

When I saw this, I couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. From the looks of it, what was in the canteen wasn't dumpling soup, but black dog blood and chicken blood …