Xiaoxue pouted, her pale and bloodless little face was full of guilt, and she cried silently;

"Eight precepts... Captured by a ghost! ”

The old man was stunned on the spot, and his face instantly became very serious;

"Light snow! How can there be ghosts in this world, don't talk nonsense about children, let's talk quickly, what's wrong with Bajie, is it in trouble at school? ”

The bastard was half-convinced, and stroked Xiaoxue's back to show comfort;

"Daughter, don't talk nonsense, your grandfather was the Communist Party and the Eighth Route Army, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so you better tell the truth, don't joke with your grandfather!"

Xiaoxue was so anxious that she stomped her feet and cried even harder;

"Woo... What I said is true, the ghost caught me first, and after Bajie saved me, he was captured by the ghost! ”

Seeing that Xiaoxue's expression didn't look like a lie, and Xiaoxue hadn't told a lie, the bastard began to believe it, and asked with a worried face;

"Tell me, what the hell did you meet there?"

The old man tried to straighten his rickety body, and his thin palms clenched the handle of the umbrella firmly, trembling slightly;

"Light snow! You say, the ghost caught you first, where did it catch you? ”

Xiaoxue hurriedly reached out and pulled up her trouser legs, pointing at her ankles and crying anxiously;

"Here, this is it, grandpa, you believe me, let's go and save Bajie!"

The eyes of the little man and the old man widened at the same time, and they followed the direction of Xiaoxue's finger and looked at her ankles;

"It's... Light snow! What's wrong with you? ”

In the heart of the bastard, it was like a monstrous wave, and his voice changed his tone in shock, and he looked at Xiaoxue with a distressed face;

"It's... No way! How can this be..."

The old man was frightened, took two steps back in disbelief, and his straight body involuntarily stiffened, as if he had aged several years in an instant, and his wrinkled old face instantly became pale and bloodless, as if he had been smeared with a layer of white face;

"Dad! Woo..."

Xiaoxue looked at the white ankle, a clearly visible black paw print, like a brand, and suddenly cried at the bastard in horror, looking helpless and pitiful.

"Light snow! Don't be afraid, Dad is here! ”

The bastard reached out and took Xiaoxue in his arms, patted her back gently, and comforted her softly;

"Where did you meet the hell?"

The old man's tone was low and terrifying, like an ancient beast awakened from its slumber, about to vent its long-deposited anger;

"Next to the head of the Zhao family, halfway up the Awl Mountain! Grandfather! Let's go and save Bajie! ”

Xiaoxue turned her head from the bastard's arms, looked at the old man with teary eyes, and cried with an anxious trembling voice;

"Stomp, stomp!"

The old man suddenly stepped forward, holding the black umbrella without saying a word, and his rickety body straightened up again, and with heavy and powerful steps, he strode forward unswervingly, like an iron-blooded soldier about to go to the battlefield;

Through the hazy rain curtain, the old man's back, like a lonely peak standing proudly, with a bit of depression in the arrogance, like a long-dusted sword, at this moment out of the sheath again, the blade of the sword pointed against the sky, showing a sharp edge that cannot be ignored;

"Uncle! What are you doing? ”

The bastard shouted at the old man's back with a worried face;

"Go save my grandson!"

The hoarse voice of vicissitudes of life, the file will come powerfully, and even the torrential storm seems to have paused for a moment, and the muffled thunder that resounded through the sky seemed to be intimidated by this voice full of Lingyun's ambition, and disappeared strangely;

"Daughter! You go back to your mother first, stay at home and don't come out! ”

After hesitating for a few breaths, the little red umbrella was stuffed into Xiaoxue's hand, and he resolutely took a big step and rushed into the rain curtain of the sky;

"Stomp, stomp!"

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains, and the back of the bastard looks a little tragic, like a warrior who died generously;

"Dad! I'll go too! ”

Xiao Xue felt infinite guilt in her heart, and turned around and walked to follow;

"Go back!"

The stern voice came with the wind, but the bastard never looked back;

"Stomp, stomp! ...”

The firm and powerful footsteps were gradually drowned out by the storm, Xiaoxue looked at the back of the bastard, and walked home step by step;

When the bastard followed the muddy footprints to the old man's house, he stood outside the gate and saw an old man whom he had never seen before;

Some of the whitening locomotive caps, in the center of which was a blood-red five-pointed star, as if dyed red by the blood of the enemy;

The shabby military coat, almost filled with patches, looked like a military camouflage uniform, neatly worn on the old man's body;

The rusty earthen spear, held diagonally to his chest by a pair of wizened hands, flowed with dark red rust water under the washing of the storm;

a crimson belt, with a silver-white iron plaque in the middle, branded with a shining five-pointed star;

black boots, although they look more like a pair of waterproof rubber shoes;

"Boom! Click! ”

A purple-gold lightning split the sky, tore through the rain curtain, illuminated the old man's resolute face, and the traces outlined by the years were full of vicissitudes;

"Stomp, stomp!"

The old man walked forward, his steps were steady and powerful, he couldn't see a trace of old age, faintly, as if there was a kind of iron-blooded gas, with the old man's pace soaring into the sky, sweeping the world unscrupulously, the bastard was shocked by this momentum, and involuntarily took a step back;

"Uncle!"

The egg's voice trembled a little, and as the old man approached quickly, the egg only felt that his blood was boiling, as if there was a magical force rendering him, making him involuntarily straighten his waist;

"Woohoo!"

The big black dog came out of nowhere, whimpered and jumped to the old man's feet, poked out his nose and sniffed the old man's boots;

"Lao Wang! Letter ball goods! Lao Wang! Letter ball goods! ”

Hanging upside down in a broken wooden cage under the eaves, the little parrot jumped up and down, as if laughing at the old man for not holding an umbrella in the rain;

"Stomp, stomp!"

The old man walked forward briskly without saying a word, letting the torrential rain trickle down his coat;

The big black dog shook the rain off his body, shook his head and tailed and followed;

The bastard also hurried to follow, and did his best to prop up the umbrella above the old man's head, allowing the torrential rain to hit his face and wet his clothes;

"Stomp, stomp! ...”

On the muddy mountain path, two people and a dog stepped out of the transparent water splashes in the puddles, and walked forward silently and quickly;

"Whoa!"

Torrential rain crashed against the vegetation on both sides of the road, making a sound like a flood pouring out;

"Boom! Click! ...”

Suddenly, the thunder sounded, as if the heavens and the earth were shattered, and three purple-gold thunderbolts with the thickness of an arm's arm cut through the sky in a brutal and domineering manner, tearing through the heavy rain curtain, and with the supreme heavenly might, they fell on a misty mountain peak, as if there was really a powerful ghost born, which attracted the heavenly punishment and thunder. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ