"Where did you go today? I came back so late, hurry up, grandma steamed a basket of steamed buns tonight, but it was fragrant. Xu Jie was busy at the dining table, and when she saw Wen Feng and He Baobao walking in one after another, she couldn't help but complain.

"Wow! It's steamed buns. As soon as He Baobao saw the steaming white steamed bun on the table, he immediately ran to the table happily, stretched out his hand as if grabbing one, but before his hand touched the steamed bun, he was beaten by Xu Jie with chopsticks, "How old are you, you still look like a child, I don't know how to wash my hands first." Xu Jie grabbed He Baobao and pushed her outside.

"Sister, are people hungry?" He Baobao looked back at the steamed bun and drooled.

Tonight is a dinner party for family members, the food is very casual, very happy, a big family, chatting while eating. Wen Feng sat next to the old lady and asked some things about her grandfather back then, and the old lady also liked to recall the past years, and told everyone a lot of interesting stories when she was young, and specially asked her daughter to find out the letters that the old man wrote to her one by one. And give each of the grandchildren a letter to keep as a family inheritance.

That night, Wen Feng and He Baobao returned to their own room, and after washing, they went to bed early, Wen Feng leaned on the head of the bed and put on He Baobao's glasses, the lenses flashed, and the contents of Spear's notepad appeared. Wen Feng looked at the content of the first two pages, suddenly took off his glasses, looked sideways at He Baobao, who was sitting on the side and playing a mobile game, and said in astonishment: "This diary ...... It was written by an old man......"

"What did you say?" He Baobao also turned his head to look at Wen Feng in astonishment and said.

"Is the old lady's letter to your grandfather in your pocket? Take out the letter. Wen Feng said to He Baobao with some excitement.

"Oh." He Baobao answered, then went to the bedside, took out the letter from the old lady to his grandfather from his coat pocket, and turned around and handed it to Wen Feng.

Wen Feng hurriedly pulled out the letter paper from the envelope, spread it flat on the quilt, and put on his glasses again, "Yes!" Yes! The handwriting on the diary is the same as the handwriting on the letter, and this is indeed the old man's day! Wen Feng exclaimed excitedly.

He Baobao also leaned on Wen Feng's shoulder with curiosity and said, "What did the diary say?" I didn't look much at it in the afternoon, so I just lived there and recorded it for you, so you should tell a story. ”

"Hmm." Wen Feng responded and began to start from the beginning, "Do you know? The old Qi family is the leader of the thirteen families of Jinmen. Old Qi family, hehe, I've always felt ......"

"What do you think? Don't sell it as soon as it gets to the point. He Baobao urged.

"Remember Qi Shunji? Remember our operation in Qinling? Wen Feng glanced at He Baobao with a sly smile and said.

"Of course I remember, I almost didn't kill that big god stick." He Baobao pouted.

Qi ...... Hehe, Qi Shunsi...... Hehe. Wen Feng laughed thoughtfully, "At that time, he said that he was the last descendant of the Mo Sect. ”

"Well, he seems to say so, but it seems that he said that the Dragon Ball was snatched away by his junior brother, ah! I remembered, he said that his junior brother's name was ...... Even...... Even...... What's going on? Well...... By the way, it's called Qi Wensi. He Baobao said.

"Hehe, your memory is pretty good." Wen Feng smiled and touched He Baobao's flowing hair, "What you said is already eight or nine." ”

"What do you mean? You're not going to tell me what your old Qi family has to do with the Qi Great Divine Stick, are you? He Baobao looked at Wen Feng and asked in disbelief.

"That's right, it does have a relationship, our old Qi family is the line of the ghost old Dao apprentice, I'm afraid even the guy from Qi Xunsi doesn't know this." Wen Feng smirked.

"What did you say? Didn't Qi Xunsi say that he was Guiguzi's big apprentice? He Baobao looked at Wen Feng and said suspiciously.

"The Ink Sect has a token, do you know what it is?" Wen Feng looked at He Baobao and said leisurely.

"Of course you know, Juzi Ling." He Baobao replied without hesitation.

"That's right, you're not wrong at all." Wen Feng nodded at He Baobao. "Qi Xunsi doesn't have a giant order on his body, so he has been a person from beginning to end."

"I don't understand." He Baobao looked at Wen Feng and shook his head.

"Okay, okay, read the diary, maybe you'll understand after reading the diary." Wen Feng smiled and began to read the diary.

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In 1941, a Western church at the mouth of Tanggu was surrounded by Japanese troops, and the young pastor Brown, who was sent here by St. York's Church in the United States to replace the old pastor John, was pressed on the pulpit by several Japanese military policemen.

"Tell me, Your Excellency, what did old John take with him when he left?" Shaozo's voice was very respectful, but his demeanor was not as friendly as his, he pulled out his pistol, put the barrel of the gun against Brown's forehead, and stared at Brown's eyes fiercely with a pair of vicious eyes.

"Nope! No! I don't know, when I came, John was already gone, and I swear to God, I really don't know. Brown looked at the young man in horror and said.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't answer my question, I'll send you to your Lord." Shao Zuo broke off the firing pin on the pistol, and the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against Brown's temple, "1...... 2……”

"I say! I say! Brown yelled, "John...... John took away an idol for Mass, and he wrote that he wanted to commemorate his 40 years of service to God here. It's me...... I sent it to him a month ago via Pan Am. ”

"I'm disappointed with your answer." Shao Zuo coldly pressed his finger on the trigger, "You bastard." ”

"Nope! No! My God! Brown closed his eyes in despair.

"Smack!" A crisp gunshot echoed through the auditorium of the church. The young man shook slightly, and then fell to the ground, and there was an extra bullet hole in the back of his head, and blood and white brains flowed out of the hole.

The church was in chaos, and several nuns who were sitting in chairs under the care of the gendarmes looked at Shaozo's body and let out screams of horror. At this moment, the heavy door of the auditorium suddenly closed, and the gunshots rang out again intensively.

"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead......" Brown was still lying on the pulpit with his eyes closed, his mouth moaning.

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