Wu Xie dodged all the mechanisms, came to the interior of the Zhangjia Ancient Building, and walked lightly into the room on the third floor where the arms of the Zhang family were buried, and gently placed a bouquet of chrysanthemums mourning the deceased next to Zhang Tuofi's arm.

Wu Xie didn't leave, he sat there in place, his eyes glazed and said softly: "I'm sorry." And he was stunned.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Xie felt a burning heat coming from his respiratory tract, it must have been that kind of strong alkali thing inhaled too much, right? Thinking about it, he is no longer a young man in his twenties, at the age of thirty-eight, he has basically stepped into middle age with half a foot, and he can't afford to toss, right?

Wu Xie smiled self-deprecatingly and said softly, "I'll see you next time." "Stand up, don't stay longer, go back the way you came.

A gust of wind blew gently, isolating the white powder that was originally surrounding Wu Xie's side, and a vague figure quietly looked at Wu Xie's back, moved his lips, but did not make any sound.

Wu Xie didn't know what was going on behind him, he left the Zhangjia Ancient Building quickly, looking at the blue sky outside the cave, and wondered if the stuffy oil bottle had eaten well.

The lynx heard Wu Xie's footsteps, and all of them gathered on their own, and they landed on their hind legs, standing up more than a man tall.

Wu Xie looked at them, habitually gave them some beef jerky, and said lightly: "Goodbye!" ”

Leaving the Zhangjia Ancient Building in Banai, Wu Xie walked aimlessly in the mountains and forests where he had appeared, only this time he didn't have to risk his life and enter those mysterious tombs, he just chased the trajectory of his actions back then, recalling the past, but he couldn't see the future.

It had been half a month since he left the stuffy oil bottle again, and Wu Xie felt the pleasure of the missing professional household for the first time, and he set foot on the road up the mountain and came to the lama temple.

Perhaps it was at the same time that he appeared with Zhang Haike, and the two Wu Xie brought a visual impact to the lamas, and this time Wu Xie was quickly invited into the lama temple as a guest.

Wu Xie lived in the room before the stuffy oil bottle, this room was specially prepared for the Zhang family, but only the stuffy oil bottle could live, at this time this room still maintained the last time, the stuffy oil bottle left the same way, although there are regular lamas come in to clean, but they never touch the things inside.

Wu Xie glanced at the calendar card, there were less than ten days left before the New Year, originally thought that everyone could gather together this year and have a happy New Year, it seemed that he had no fate with them.

Wu Xie lit a charcoal fire in the house, wore a jacket, walked out of the room, and came to the courtyard outside, when he saw the statue, it was the first time Wu Xie saw the stuffy oil bottle crying, Wu Xie looked at the statue silently, holding the hand of the stone statue stuffy oil bottle, showing a wry smile.

He had sworn that he didn't want to cry at the sight of the stuffy bottle, and wanted to hold his hand and tell him that I was here. But now, Wu Xie laughed self-deprecatingly, looking at the corner of the sky, it seemed that he could look far away.

In the early morning of the next day, Wu Xie put on a backpack, put on a bag of dry food, and headed towards the mountain, and there were still remnants of the place that only the master could go to in his memory, although it was only once in ten years, and it belonged to another ancient building of the Zhang family, but Wu Xie felt that it was better to see it even from a distance.