124. Magic Stick (15)

124. Magic Stick (15)

Zhong Hua was brought into the room in a daze. He didn't want to get close to this strange-looking person, so he subconsciously looked back to his father for help.

"dad……"

"Since the Taoist priest said we are destined, you can chat with me tonight."

No, Dad, did you give me away so easily?

Under his father's smile and nod, Zhong Hua was pulled into the room.

The Taoist priest, who looked not much older than him, looked at him with a smile, "Young man, sit down and rest for a while."

Zhong Hua: "...thank you."

He sat down cautiously, watched the Taoist priest wave to the door, and looked over, but found nothing.

"Um, what's your... name?"

"My surname is Wei."

Wei Mingyan looked at the young man in front of him up and down, "Young man, do you want to tell your fortune?"

"No, no need, I don't really believe this..."

Zhong Hua felt uncomfortable seeing the loving light of this elder. He was really not used to a man who was not even thirty years old speaking in such an elder's tone.

"If one survives, there will be future fortunes."

Wei Mingyan chuckled lightly, "You will definitely be promoted by the end of the year at the latest. I would like to congratulate you in advance."

Zhong Hua showed a stiff smile, "Thank you."

There was sudden movement in the room, "Who is here?"

He quickly stood up and said, "Grandpa Gen, it's me, Huahua."

"Huahua, are you coming home to see your parents?" The old man's voice was full of energy, he opened the door curtain and walked out with a smile.

He still had the same smiling tone, but the face he showed shocked Zhong Hua.

"What's wrong with your face?"

"I fell down while getting firewood while going up the mountain in the afternoon. It's okay." The old man stretched out and said to Wei Mingyan a little embarrassedly, "I don't know what happened. I fell asleep as soon as I got home. Let's You’ve been waiting for a long time.”

"It doesn't matter, I happen to have something to do with Zhong Hua."

Zhong Hua, who was named, was still looking straight at the old man in front of him. He didn't know how to get it, and there were large black bruises under the corners of his eyes. There were also such marks on his exposed arms. Just looking at them made him feel... pain.

"Grandpa Gen, why don't I go home and get you some medicine? Your injury looks too scary. You have to go to the hospital in town tomorrow."

"No, no, no, it doesn't hurt at all, you see." The old man smiled and waved his hand. To prove that he really didn't hurt, he stretched out his hand to poke the wound on his face.

When Zhong Hua's eyes suddenly widened, a mixture of water and blood splashed out where his finger poked.

It's just, it's not like human skin, it will break when you poke it.

Zhong Hua was startled by this sudden idea, and saw the old man sluggishly wiping the wounds on his face with paper.

"It will be infected..."

He murmured.

The old man didn't hear. He concentrated on wiping and then sat in front of the table. He looked worriedly at the Taoist priest who was sitting still and said, "Master Wei, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm thinking about my granddaughter. Can you help me?" Let me figure it out, how is she doing now, okay?"

After he finished speaking, he saw Zhong Hua still looking at him with wide eyes, and asked a little funny, "Hua Hua, aren't you tired from standing? What are you thinking about?"

He is still very close to this child whom he has grown up with.

Zhong Hua sat down carefully. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Wei Mingyan glanced at the frightened Zhong Hua, took out his turtle shell, and threw it on the table.

"Don't worry, your little granddaughter will be back in four hours."

"Really?!" The old man was happy at first, then worried, "Why did she come back? Did the family that adopted her not want her?"

"No, she misses you too much."

The old man's family was poor, and the light bulb he bought was of inferior quality, which was not very bright at all. Zhong Hua sat under the light, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong with his face.

Not to mention the large black spots on his face, his lips were still white and there was no color at all, and even the exposed legs were scratched. Could he still be like this after a fall?

He didn't think about other aspects. He was just worried that his grandfather, who had watched him grow up, would not say a word even if he fell in pain. People of the older generation were like this. They swallowed all the pain in their hearts. In order not to spend money to go to the hospital, I can endure any pain.

Zhong Hua was thinking about whether to go back and tell his dad later. His dad always said at home that grandma was sick and if Grandpa Gen hadn't carried her to the hospital late at night, she wouldn't have been able to survive.

Their family must remember this kindness, and Grandpa Gen is such a kind person...

Just as he was thinking about it, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. Zhong Hua was shocked and met the eyes of the handsome Taoist priest in front of him.

"Come on, give me your hand."

Zhong Hua hesitantly stretched out his hand and watched Wei Mingyan wrap a red rope around his hand. Although he didn't believe it, he still thought of all the messy red rope rumors for a moment.

"Master Wei..., what is this rope for?"

"You just came back with a life, your soul is unstable, and you also touched a living corpse. Tie this on to avoid dying in your sleep."

Zhong Hua was even more stunned, "Life... corpse?"

"That's your Grandpa Gen."

After tying the red rope, Wei Mingyan clapped his hands and glanced at the old man who was in a daze and slowly moved into the house.

"Before he died, he was so unwilling to see his granddaughter that he couldn't let go of his breath. His soul was trapped in his body, and he became a living corpse."

"By the way, are you familiar with his granddaughter?"

Zhong Hua looked at the tiny red rope and thought about what the Taoist priest had just said. His whole body shivered, but he still answered, "During the summer vacation, I will play with Xiliu."

"Every year?"

"I took her with me after she could walk. Later, Xiliu was adopted and I never saw her again."

Speaking of this, Zhong Hua was still a little nervous. The little girl was only six years old when she was adopted, but she was very smart and well-behaved, and she also looked fair and attractive. He was still in school at that time, and it was only when he came back that he found out that Xi Liu had been raped. I adopted him, but I haven't seen him for the last time.

"The living corpse you just mentioned..." Zhong Hua opened his mouth and his voice became astringent, "Did you mean that Grandpa Gen is dead?"

"He died. He fell off the cliff and died completely."

Wei Mingyan glanced at the door of the house behind him and said softly, "He can't worry about his granddaughter. You will stay here tomorrow to help him stabilize his yang energy."

"By the way..." The handsome man glanced at the stunned young man, "Take one last look at Xi Liu."

"After all, in her heart, you are the closest person to her besides her grandfather."

***

Zhong Hua couldn't sleep well all night, his mind was filled with what the Taoist priest said.

When the roosters in the village began to crow, he got up from the bed and listened to the noise outside.

Less than a while later, slow footsteps sounded, and someone was moving tables and chairs. Zhong Hua did some mental preparation before he dared to open the curtain.

Under the dim light, Grandpa Gen was stiffly wiping the table. Looking from Zhong Hua's perspective, the back of his neck, which was fine last night, was covered in dark blue spots.

He swallowed and cautiously said hello, "Grandpa Gen, are you up so early?"

The old man turned his head slowly and stiffly, like clockwork without oil.

After a night, the scars and marks on his face became more serious, and the pupils of his eyes had begun to become cloudy. His pale face yesterday was even more pale today. At first glance, he looked almost like a dead body.

Zhong Hua was so frightened that he almost cried out. Just when fear was tainted on his face, the old man showed a somewhat delighted smile, "Master said, Xi Liu will come back today and I will wipe the table. She likes to be clean." ”

"Huahua, grandpa will give you some money. You can help me go to the entrance of the village to buy some snacks and come back. It's been almost three years since I last saw Xiliu, and I don't know how old she is."

He shakily took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and opened it. It was filled with dimes, with a maximum face value of five yuan.

The old man counted them and handed them over, with an expectant smile on his face, "You buy more potato chips, Xi Liu likes to eat those."

His face was still so pale and frightening, and even when he smiled, a fishy smell came out of his mouth. But Zhong Hua couldn't be afraid when he looked at Grandpa Gen who was looking forward to his granddaughter's return.

His eyes were sore, and he quickly lowered his head to hide his tears. After he had controlled it, he raised his face and smiled brightly, "I haven't seen Xiliu for a long time, so I should pay for it."

"How can that be done?" The old man showed a look of disapproval on his face, "You have just started working, how can I let you buy it?"

"It's okay, Xiliu regards me as her brother."

Zhong Hua's smile could no longer be maintained after he left the door. His eyes were red, and in his mind were what Wei Mingyan said to him yesterday.

"Xi Liu died in another place, and she has hatred in her heart. Now she only wants to kill the person who killed her. I can't help her."

"Although she is a victim, she will never be reincarnated again if she takes a human life. If your soul is unstable and you are close to her, try to persuade her."

"The obsession of living corpses is Xi Liu. If he knows that Xi Liu is dead, his soul will dissipate before it comes out, and he will never be reincarnated."

Zhong Hua wiped his eyes to hide his tears, but the sadness in his heart could not be stopped no matter what.

Grandpa Minggen and Xiliu are both good people, so why wouldn't they be allowed to fight back if they were killed?

Also, who harmed Xi Liu...

Yesterday he asked, Wei Mingyan only said that Xi Liu would follow that person, who was it...

The bridge was broken, and he took a long detour. Just halfway, he saw a man limping this way from a distance.

He moved very slowly, and it was obvious that he was injured, but his face was clean and there were no wounds at all, but his walking posture was very slow, as if he was holding on to his eggs if he walked too fast.

Zhong Hua knew him. He was the son of Grandpa Gen's eldest brother, and Xi Liu called him his uncle.

At the beginning, he also said that someone in the city wanted to adopt him and took him there.

"Eh? Zhong Hua? Are you back? Your kid is now the leader of a big company. Don't forget your uncle and me now that you've made it."

The man patted Zhong Hua on the shoulder, exchanged a few pleasantries and continued walking slowly.

Zhong Hua stood there, his eyes red, and he slowly turned his head.

Sitting on the man's shoulder was a girl with messy hair and disheveled clothes. She was stretching out her little hands to pinch the neck of the man beneath her with hatred.

Her eyes were filled with blood and she could no longer see anyone except her enemies.

Yes, Xi Liu.

The author has something to say: It’s a bit scary to write this at night. The most important thing is that I haven’t showered yet.

I'm late, ten random little angels will give out red envelopes, and the first ten little angels will also give out red envelopes.

That’s right! The old man is dead, and his granddaughter is the little girl sitting on the shoulder of the prisoner who appeared earlier.