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"Brother Jue, where have you been?"

Lin Yun's anxious transmission was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the transmission was ineffective.

I want to take off and jump over this high courtyard wall and fly straight in. But he was shocked to find that this courtyard wall will grow taller by itself, fly ten meters by itself, and this courtyard wall will grow ten meters high, no matter what, it will always block itself from the outside and cannot enter.

Lin Yun was anxious, what kind of weird phenomenon is this? How do courtyard walls grow taller?

At this moment, Zhang Jue shouted from the door: "Don't run around, don't fly, your heart is lost." The gate of the Patriarch Road will never be opened, this is the jade gate golden lock array, the gate and courtyard wall you see are fake, there is no way to break the formation, and you will never be able to enter. Wait for me outside. ”

Hearing Zhang Jue's words, Lin Yun sat down with peace of mind, but there was still some anxiety and worry in her eyes.

A strong stale smell came to his face, accompanied by a faint stench, and a brain poured into Zhang Jue's nose.

Zhang Jue is very familiar with this kind of breath, and if he doesn't need to see it with his eyes, I'm afraid that the ancestor Dao has no longer a living mouth. It's the smell of a decomposing corpse.

Stepping on the bluestone pavement and looking at the Qin and Han style buildings on both sides of the road, this is my home.

It is the place where oneself grew up.

Go forward, continue to walk forward, every step you take, the smell will be stronger, and there will be more tears. It's not that Zhang Jue is weak, but when you go home, you find that all the people in your hometown are dead, and this kind of emotional torture is very bearable.

Even though Zhang Jue has a lot of experience and an unusual identity, he is still just a young man in his twenties. It is not as good as the old monks in the ancient temple of the green lantern. Can't catch up with the wise man who sees through the red dust.

"Ugh."

With a sigh, accompanied by the turbidity exhaled, Zhang Jue wiped away his tears. Started running and moving forward.

Turning a corner, I came to a square that resembles the style of the Qin and Han dynasties, but is mixed with modern elements. Completely collapsed, standing on the spot like a lightning strike, and the tears that had just been wiped off rolled down again.

But I saw that the square was full of dead bodies, some of which had been dried. Some have turned to white bones, and some have maggots crawling on their bodies.

Disgusting, horrible.

Each corpse had a weapon in its hand. Knives, guns, clubs, axes, hooks and forks. But each of the corpses did not seem to have fought any fierce battles before they died, and it is conceivable that they had encountered an extremely powerful enemy, and they had just gathered together. He was killed in seconds before he even had a chance to make a move.

Zhang Jue cried silently. He knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "Why is this?" What happened? What's going on here? ”

The level of decomposition of the corpse, which looks like it has been decades old.

But I clearly remember that when I left here two years ago, they were still fresh faces. Is it time and space out of order?

It was painful and astonishing. The mind is in a mess and seems to be about to explode.

"Ahh

With a roar, Zhang Jue slammed his fist on the ground. Make a vicious expression and be arrogant. But after a while, I couldn't cry again.

You can't even pretend to be strong.

It used to be a wonderland on earth. This is the home where I grew up.

There are so many corpses, some of them are those teachers who used to be extremely strict, some are grandfathers of the older generation, and many more are classmates who grew up with their own bare butts.

is a classmate in name, but he is like a brother in the twins.

Eat together, drink together, sleep together, study together, and be criticized and punished by teachers together.

After growing up together for twenty years, until Zhang Kaifu returned to the ancestral master's way, until he was the only one among these dozens of people, until he stood out, they still sincerely blessed themselves and hoped that they would complete their dreams.

There is no distinction between senior brothers and younger brothers, only older brothers and younger brothers ranked by age. Zhang Jue is the most, everyone calls him Juezi. It was he who was the oldest in that generation who stood out and became a disciple of the lower mountain and became the future Yama Luojun.

No one is jealous of him, no one hates him. All of this is arranged by fate, and it doesn't matter who the god chooses. Dozens of brothers are as close as one person.

And the once vivid faces, the partners who grew up together, have now turned into dry bones and dried corpses all over the ground.

How can you not be heartbroken? How can you not collapse?

Zhang Jue didn't even know why, he didn't even know what was going on here, why they died, who killed them, and even how long they had been dead.

After a long time, Zhang Jue wiped away his tears, stood up and walked to the square, ignoring the pungent stench, and restraining the dry bones.

I found a vacant lot, which was the vegetable garden where the teachers planted vegetables back then, and now the vegetable garden is overgrown with weeds and snakes and rats.

Pulling out the gentleman's sword, Zhang Jue dug a big pit with an expressionless face, and buried a dry skeleton in it with his own hands.

Cover the earth, bury it, and a joint burial tomb will be completed.

Zhang Jue took a few steps back, knelt down and kowtowed a few times: "This revenge will be avenged." ”

With that, he turned and walked away, without any superfluous words.

Suddenly, Zhang Jue's body was stunned, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the big classroom he had taught.

The big classroom is a place where all the disciples of the ancestor gathered together and listened to the teacher's class. That's a place that all disciples don't like to go, and it's fun to sneak away from the patriarch to hunt and catch fish.

If you don't complete your homework, you will be detained and beaten. That's where Zhang Jue used to be afraid to avoid.

But at this time, he looked at the big classroom building, but it was as if he had lost his mind, and his whole person was instantly emptied of his soul, like being struck by lightning.

The fist clenched and then released. Release and pinch again.

"This, this can't be."

"This is not true? It's a trick. ”

"It's not true, it's not true."

"How could this be? How can this be, I don't know anything, I don't remember, I can't remember anything. ”

Zhang Jue murmured like a ghost, holding his head with his hands in pain, kneeling on the ground in pain and hitting his head on the ground, as if he was going to break his head, as if he would remember a lot of things if he broke his head.

'Bang Bang Bang'

The bluestone slabs on the bluestone ground were loosened, and Zhang Jue's head was bleeding, bleeding all over his face, and tears flowed down his face.

"Ah, this can't be, this can't be. Has it really been thirty years? ”

"What have I been through? What am I missing? Thirty years? I've only been down for two years, how can it be thirty years? Has it really been thirty years? ”

"What did I do wrong, why did I graft all this on my head!"

“……”

Zhang Jue completely collapsed, lying on the bluestone ground on all fours, lost his soul.

I saw that on the wall outside the big classroom, there was a row of old but glaring words. The words are calligraphy, the calligraphy is excellent, arrogant and ethereal. The color is vermilion, but this is not cinnabar ink, but blood.

In January 1985, the merits were full, and Zhangjia Village was slaughtered, and the ancestors were destroyed. Killing the ancestor and killing the teacher, since then he has been alone, unrestrained, and left a commemorative word - Zhang Jue's hand ink. (To be continued.) )