It was quiet inside, and the sound of rain outside became clearer.

Ticking, ticking, raindrops hitting leaves, hitting doors, windows, floors.

Shigong's expression...... It's like all thoughts are lost.

His despair seemed to have an unbearable weight, and something in his chest was pressing there, so heavy that it made me feel like it was hard to breathe.

I asked softly, "Master?" Master? What do you think? ”

After a while, Shigong's eyes closed, opened them again, and whispered, "This is given to you by Mr. Wu?" Put it away and don't let others see it – it's going to be trouble. ”

I guess this thing was used by Wu Ning.

I pulled my sleeve down to cover my wrist: "I see." ”

Shi Gong turned his head slightly sideways to look out: "It's raining?" ”

"Well, it rained all night, and now it's getting lighter."

"Leijiazhuang...... How's it going? ”

I shook my head honestly: "I don't know-Master, why do you have to take it on yourself about the matter of Leijiazhuang?" Those people ......"

My master only glanced at me and asked me to swallow the rest of the words back.

Although it is not appropriate to be selfish and ruthless, it is also a bad thing to worry about the worries of the world too first.

There are piles of books to persuade people to learn well, and I also know a lot of words to persuade people to be selfish.

There is one of the most famous: If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed.

Even if he tried so hard to stop it, wouldn't the poison of the Night Gu spread?

No, not necessarily.

I know it in my heart, and my master must also understand it in my heart.

Even if the matter of Lei Jiazhuang can be suppressed, what about the person who fell into the Gu?

He may have been waiting on the sidelines, watching his master and them toil.

Night Gu won't just appear this time.

I have a feeling that this incident of the Lei family is just the beginning.

The man behind the scenes can concoct the same tragedy if he wants to. What is a Leijiazhuang? There must be a Gu seed in his hands, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, martial arts families such as Lijiazhuang, Wangjiazhuang, and Zhangjiazhuang will also encounter accidents-

The persistence of Shigong and Yan San'er, in my opinion, has a kind of sadness like a mantis arm blocking the car.

However, I felt admiration from the bottom of my heart.

No matter how far he can go, no matter whether what he does is useful or not, he insists on the belief in his heart and refuses to give up.

I sat down on the edge of the bed.

I don't know why I remember the first time I met my master. Indifferent, impersonal, authoritarian - no matter how you look at it, it makes people unapproachable.

The mood at that time. I don't know why I can't remember.

I remember not liking him at the time, and I wanted to stay away from him from the bottom of my heart.

But now, as if I hadn't seen him for a day, I felt panicked and empty.

Because of the rain, there was a sense of moisture in the house. It's even more depressing.

I steadied myself and stood up: "I'll go to the kitchen and see what I have to eat." ”

Lei Fang was scratching her ears and cheeks in front of the door of the stove room, and the rain wet her shoulders and she didn't know how to take shelter from the rain.

"What are you doing standing at the door?"

"There's a ...... inside," Lei Fang whispered into my ear, "It's a strange person, and he doesn't say anything when I talk to him, as if he can't hear it." ”

I looked at her: "You've been here in the rain all day?" Beware of coming back sick. ”

A man came out of the room with a wooden plate in his hand.

He handed me the wooden plate.

It was a bowl of porridge. There is also a faint medicinal fragrance in the rice fragrance.

The man was dressed in gray cloth, with a black cloth wrapped around his head, and most of his face was not visible in the shadows.

No wonder Lei Fang didn't dare to stay in the stove room. I'd rather be outside in the rain, the sky is cloudy, and suddenly I see such a person, it's really hard to tell the ghost.

I looked at the bowl of porridge and asked tentatively, "Is this ...... For my master? ”

The man nodded slightly. I took the tray and he turned and walked back into the room.

Lei Fang cringed a little. Wait a few steps before you say, "Right?" It's scary. I don't know who this is......"

I'm not scared. The people who can keep my father by his side will definitely not hurt us.

It's so secret, and the story of his father's death is unknown—even Wu Zhen doesn't know, but this person still stays with his father to serve and take care of him.

I may have known this person before.

"You say, why did he cover his head and face, isn't it ......" Lei Fang showed a timid and curious look: "Isn't it...... I can't see the light, you say, is he a human or a ghost? ”

I don't blame her for thinking so, and this thought came to my mind at first glance.

"Don't talk nonsense. I guess he must have been injured. ”

"Huh? Really? What do you see? ”

"I don't see anything, but do you remember? I remember, there used to be an old gardener in your village, and he didn't just burn his face by the fire, so his face was covered with cloth all the time? A few years ago, when I came here, I met him in the garden and was shocked. ”

"Yes, that's what you said." Lei Fang nodded, but immediately, those relaxed expressions just now disappeared from her face.

I know that she is the one who thinks of Leijiazhuang again.

Now the gardener must be gone.

I went into the house and put the tray down. Shigong is still in the same position as when I went out just now, and he hasn't moved. He looked at the window lattice, dazed.

"Master?"

I shouted, and he didn't hear it.

"Master, I've brought porridge, can I eat a little?"

He slowly turned his head to look at me, and I quickly brought the porridge bowl over. The porridge was freshly boiled, and the heat spread out.

Shigong's hand lifted a little, and then hung down weakly.

I picked up the spoon and whispered, "It's hard to catch up with you to get sick, and give me a chance to perform." ”

I scooped a spoonful, blew on the hot air, and brought it to his lips.

My grandfather glanced at me, lowered his head and ate the porridge.

Slightly surprised, I hurriedly cleaned up my mood and scooped another spoonful. After eating half a bowl of porridge, my master shook his head, I put down the porridge bowl, handed him tea to rinse his mouth, and helped him lie down.

Shigong fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow. How wasted is he to be so weak?

When I went out, my father and Yan San'er were coming in from outside, neither of them holding an umbrella, but they were not wet from the rain. Lei Fang sighed enviously: "It would be good when I also have this skill." ”

"Yes, when we get to that age......"

She interrupted me: "It's not uncommon to have it at that age. It is often said that young heroes are high-spirited, but they don't say what middle-aged and elderly heroes are like...... At most, there is a sentence that old should be stronger. ”

Even if I was in a bad mood, I felt funny and rubbed her head: "Don't be wronged, they may not have the same kung fu as us at our age." ”

"Don't comfort me, I'm self-aware. I'm a little talented, but I'm not very good......"

Yan San'er turned her head to look at us, and Lei Fang sat up straighter, as if trying to make herself look more decent. However, Yan San'er didn't come, turned around and entered the door.

Lei Fang was stunned for a moment, and his waist slowly softened again.

I looked at her suspiciously.

It seems that since the last time Yan San'er carried her, Lei Fang's attitude towards Yan San'er has been very different from before.

"It's okay, he doesn't pay attention to the rules of his generation, you don't have to be so nervous and respectful when you see him, even if he is not big or small, he will not reprimand you."

My father beckoned to me, and I touched my wrist with the red thread tied to it, just as I wanted to ask him about the box and the red thread. (To be continued)