He hurriedly pulled two modern clothes and put them on.
A light blue loose hooded sweater, light khaki slacks, and a pair of low-top white canvas shoes are refreshing and clean.
Yu Qingyu nodded in satisfaction, he really looked good in anything.
Back in Nagada Village, Yu Qingyu found that there were not many people in the village head's house. After one winter, there were only those two little Taoist priests left in the yard.
Yu Qingyu curled his lips, it will be almost a year soon, and he has to speed up the task.
He ran around from house to house a few times, and found that only two or three households had moved away, and none of them were his target. He immediately felt refreshed.
Then... just go to hell!
The night was dark and windy, and this night was destined to be a chaotic night. Except for Han Zhujing's mother, everyone who was related to Han Si for three generations died.
Those who marry in other villages are not immune.
At two o'clock in the morning, Han Zhujing took the earliest flight, and only hoped that when he returned to the village, he could see that those people were still in good health, and he would still have time to kill the demon.
At six o'clock in the morning, Han Zhujing left the airport, took a taxi and went straight to the long-distance station.
He will see his family in another three hours, Han Zhujing is a little nervous, wondering if his mother will recognize him, his appearance is not the same as when he left.
While the car was driving on the road, Han Zhujing received a call.
When he hung up the phone, he burst into tears. After all, he couldn't stop it
"Ah! Why!" Han Zhujing roared.
All the people on the bus looked at him, and they remained silent, even showing sympathy on their faces.
The painful look on Han Zhujing's face was too obvious, and with his good looks, people were more forgiving.
It has to be said that this is a world that looks at faces. If a wretched and ugly person screams, someone will definitely warn him not to disturb people in public.
"Xiao Jing, you're back! Mom misses you so much." Han Zhujing was hugged tightly as soon as he got out of the car.
The person who hugged him was Han Mu. Han Mu was still wearing the winter coat, her eyes were sunken, her face was wrinkled, and her body was still very thin under the big cotton coat.
Han Zhujing looked at his teenage mother who hadn't seen him for half a year, his eyes were flushed, but he didn't cry, he knew that he was the support of his mother now, if he cried, what would his mother do.
Yu Qingyu walked over quietly, and stood by the side without making a sound.
Han Zhujing glanced at him, and Yu Qingyu smiled slightly to express his goodwill, "Dude, do you know when the bus to Cangshan City will arrive?"
Han Zhujing shook his head indifferently, "I don't know."
The smile on Yu Qingyu's face froze, and he looked at Mother Han again: "Auntie, do you know?"
Mother Han cried a lot, her eyes were still red, but she still forced a smile, "Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, just come here and wait."
Yu Qingyu opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Tomorrow? Then shall I spend the night here? But I don't know anyone here!"
Mother Han was taken aback, not knowing what to say, she would have given him various ideas in the past, but now... one thing more is worse than one thing less.
Han Zhujing took Han Mu and left, but he was just a person asking for directions, so it had nothing to do with him.
Yu Qingyu was in a hurry, and stepped forward to grab Han Zhujing, "Dude, when you are away from home, you have many friends and many paths, how about making friends?"
Han Zhujing: "I'm busy, I'm not interested in making friends now."
Yu Qingyu giggled, "What are you busy with? I can help."
Today is also a very special day to ask for tickets.
(end of this chapter)