Zhong Hua was brought into the room in a daze, he didn't want to get close to this strange looking person, subconsciously looked back to his father for help.
"dad… "
"Since the Taoist said that there is fate, you can chat with me tonight."
No, Dad, did you give me away so easily
With his father's smile and nod, Zhong Hua was pulled into the house.
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 beckon to the door, and looked over himself, but there was nothing.
"Well, your... what's your surname?"
"Miangui's surname is Wei."
Wei Mingyan looked the young man in front of him up and down, "Young man, do you want to tell your fortune?"
"No, no, I don't really believe this..."
Zhong Hua was uncomfortable seeing the elder's benevolent light. He really wasn't used to speaking in this elder tone by a man who hadn't even seen him in his thirties.
"If one survives, there will be future fortunes."
Wei Mingyan chuckled, "At the end of the year at the latest, you will definitely be promoted. Here, I congratulate you in advance."
Zhong Hua showed a stiff smile, "Thank you."
There was a sudden movement in the room, "Who is here?"
He quickly stood up, "Grandpa Gen, it's me, Huahua."
"Hua Hua, are you coming home to see your parents?" The old man's voice was full of anger, and he opened the curtain and walked out with a smile.
He still had that smiling tone, but the exposed face startled Zhong Hua.
"What's the matter with your face?"
"I fell down when I was caught by firewood when I went up the mountain in the afternoon. It's okay." The old man stretched his waist and said to Wei Ming with a little embarrassment, "I don't know what happened. I fell asleep as soon as I got home. You have been waiting for a long time."
"It's okay, 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 under the corner of his eyes. There were large black and purple spots, and there were such marks on his exposed arms. pain.
"Grandpa Gen, how about I go home and get you some medicine. Your injury looks too scary. You have to go to the town hospital 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.
Under Zhong Hua's eyes widening suddenly, where his fingers poked, a mixture that looked like water and blood splashed out.
Simply, it doesn't look like human skin, it will rot if you poke it.
Zhong Hua was taken aback by this sudden thought, seeing the old man's response was a little slow, taking a paper to wipe the wound on his face.
"It will be infected..."
He murmured.
The old man didn't hear it, so he concentrated on wiping it, then sat down at the table, and said to the Taoist priest who was sitting still, "Master Wei, I don't know what's going on in my heart, but I miss my granddaughter, can you help me?" Let me figure it out, how is she doing now, okay?"
After he finished speaking, seeing that Zhong Hua was still looking at him with wide eyes, he asked a little funny, "Hua Hua, you are not tired from standing, what are you thinking?"
He was still very close to the child he had grown up with.
Zhong Hua sat down carefully, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Wei Mingyan glanced at the trembling Zhong Hua, took out his tortoise shell, and threw it on the table.
"Don't worry, your little granddaughter will be back in another four hours."
"Really?!" The old man was happy at first, and then became worried, "Why did she come back? Did the people who adopted her not want her?"
"No, she misses you too much."
The old man's family is poor, and the light bulbs he bought were also inferior, not very bright at all. Zhong Hua sat under the lamp, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that his expression was wrong.
It's okay to have a large bruise on the face, the lips are still white and there is no color at all, and even the exposed legs have scratches. If you fall, can you still fall like this
He didn't think about other things, but he was worried that his grandfather, who had watched him grow up, would not say anything when he fell in pain. People of the older generation are like this, swallowing any suffering in their hearts. In order not to spend money to go to the hospital, I can bear any pain.
Zhong Hua wondered if he should go back and tell his dad. His dad always said at home that his grandma was sick. If Grandpa Gen hadn't carried her to the hospital at night, he wouldn't have survived.
Their family has to remember this kindness, and Grandpa Gen is so kind...
Just as he was thinking, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, Zhong Hua was startled, and met the gaze of the handsome Taoist priest in front of him.
"Come on, give me your hand."
Zhong Hua stretched out his hand hesitantly, and watched Wei Mingyan wrap a red rope around his hand. Although he didn't believe it, he thought of all kinds of messy red rope rumors for a moment.
"Master Wei, what is this rope for?"
"You just took a life back, your soul is unstable, and you touched a dead body, tie this, so you don't die when you fall asleep."
Zhong Hua was even more stunned, "Live... dead body?"
"It's your grandpa."
After tying the red rope, Wei Mingyan clapped his hands, and glanced at the old man who was in a daze and was moving slowly into the house.
"Before he died, he was too unwilling. He wanted to see his granddaughter, and he couldn't let go. 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, thinking about what the priest said just now, his whole body was chilling, but he still replied, "During the summer vacation, I will play with Xiliu."
"Every year?"
"I took her with me after she could walk. Later, Xi Liu was adopted, and I haven't seen her."
Speaking of this, Zhong Hua was still a little sad. The little girl was only six years old when she was adopted, but she was very smart and well-behaved, and she was so white and tender that people loved her. He was still in school at that time, and only when he came back did he know that Xi Liu was adopted by others. Adopted, but never saw him for the last time.
"The living corpse you mentioned just now..." Zhong Hua opened his mouth, his voice softened, "Did you mean Grandpa Gen died?"
"Dead, fell off the cliff, completely dead."
Wei Mingyan glanced at the door of the house behind him, and said quietly, "He is worried about his granddaughter, you will stay here tomorrow and help him stabilize his yang energy."
"By the way..." the handsome man glanced at the stunned young man, "give Xi Liu one last look."
"After all, in her heart, you are the closest person besides her grandfather."
***
Zhong Hua didn't sleep well all night, his mind was full of what the priest said.
When the roosters in the village began to crow, he got up from the bed and listened to the outside world.
After a while, there was the sound of slow footsteps, and someone was moving tables and chairs. After a while of mental construction, Zhong Hua dared to lift the curtain.
Under the dim light, his grandfather was wiping the table stiffly. From Zhong Hua's perspective, the back of his neck, which was fine last night, was already covered with dark blue spots.
He swallowed, and greeted cautiously, "Grandpa Gen, did you get up so early?"
The old head turned its head slowly and stiffly like an unoiled clockwork.
After a night, the scars on his face became more severe, and the pupils of his eyes began to cloud. His pale face yesterday turned even paler today. At first glance, he looked like a dead body.
Zhong Hua was so frightened that he was almost called out, and when his face was stained with fear, the old man showed a somewhat joyful smile, "Master said, Xi Liu is coming back today, I will wipe the table, she likes to clean it .”
"Hua Hua, grandpa will give you some money. You can help me buy some snacks at the entrance of the village. I haven't seen Xi Liu for almost three years. I don't know how old she is."
Tremblingly, he took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and opened it. Inside were all dimes, with the largest face value being five yuan.
The old man counted and handed it over, with an expectant smile on his face, "Buy more potato chips, Xi Liu likes to eat those."
His face was still so pale and frightening, even when he laughed, there would be a fishy smell coming out of his mouth, but Zhong Hua couldn't get scared when he saw 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, and when he controlled it, he raised his face and smiled sunnyly, "I haven't seen Xi Liu for a long time, I'll pay the money."
"Then how can I do it?" The old man showed a look of disapproval, "You have only been working for a while, so how can I let you buy it."
"It's okay, Xi Liu regards me as her own brother."
Zhong Hua's smile could no longer be maintained after leaving the door, his eyes were red, and what Wei Mingyan said to him yesterday was in his mind.
"Xi Liu died in another place, and there is hatred in her heart. Now she wants to kill the person who killed her. I can't persuade her."
"Although she is a victim, she will not be able to reincarnate after taking her life. Your soul is unstable and you are getting close to her again. Try to persuade her."
"The obsession of the living corpse is Xi Liu. If he knows that Xi Liu is dead, his soul will dissipate before he comes out, and he will never be reincarnated."
Zhong Hua wiped his eyes to hide his tears, but the sadness in his heart couldn't be stopped no matter what.
Both Grandpa Minggen and Xi Liu are good people, so why not let them fight back when they were killed.
Also, who killed Xi Liu...
Yesterday when he asked, Wei Mingyan only said that Xi Liu would follow that person, who is it...
The bridge was broken, and he took a long detour, and just halfway there, he saw a man limping towards him from a distance.
He moved very slowly, and it was obvious that he was injured, but his face was clean without any wounds, but his walking posture was very slow, as if he would pull eggs if he walked too fast.
Zhong Hua knew him, he was the son of Grandpa Gen, and Xi Liu called him his uncle.
At the beginning, he was also the one who said that someone in the city wanted to adopt, and brought him there.
"Eh? Zhong Hua? Are you back? You boy is now the leader of a big company. Don't forget your uncle and me when you are in the top."
The man patted Zhong Hua on the shoulder, exchanged greetings and continued walking slowly.
Zhong Hua stood where he was, his eyes were red, and he slowly turned his head.
On the man's shoulder, sat a girl with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, who was stretching out her little hand in hatred to pinch the neck of the person below her.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and she could no longer see people other than her enemies.
Yes, Xi Liu.