The next morning, Li Zifeng asked the dry night to rush over, but he made it very clear that if he wanted to get his help, he had to provide him with blood, not more, one drop at a time.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, Sima Qian's sentence will never be outdated from ancient times to the future. Dry Night Walking is not learning from Lei Feng's little pacesetter, he also has his own little abacus.

This is better, if a person has no desire to help himself, this kind of help, suddenly I really dare not accept it, and it is more understandable to directly point out the relationship of interests.

Li Zifeng asked him, "When will you leave?" ”

"Anytime." ”

"Then let's go now!" Time is running out, day and night are counting, Li Zifeng wants to end this matter as soon as possible.

In order to facilitate the trip to Blackfish Village, Li Zifeng temporarily picked up a Haval H6, which is cheap and practical. The dry night walk is a little disdainful, Li Zifeng said: "This car is more high-grade, the village guy drives this car, and he doesn't have to worry about having no object." ”

When the two of them came to Blackfish Village according to the navigation, the two of them were embarrassed by the sight they saw.

"There are so many rich people, you see the entrance of Blackfish Village, all the parking is BMW Mercedes-Benz Audi, and there is a Bentley over there, less than 500,000 cars, they are embarrassed to drive here." If you go dry at night, Li Zifeng didn't hear it.

Are all these big bosses coming to Blackfish Village for that famous master?

I really hope that this master is not a wasted person, otherwise it will be a waste of time.

"I heard that this master has a very strange temper, so when the time comes, just talk less." ”

Li Zifeng snorted, pulled up the handbrake and got out of the car, walked to the east of the village, and saw four small tiled houses separated from the entire village, and there were a few middle-aged people with big bellies standing outside, talking about something.

"How many bosses, what are you doing here?" Li Zifeng was very polite, walked up to open the Chinese and scattered one by one.

One of them said, "Don't cut the line, we've been waiting for a long time." ”

Li Zifeng secretly thought: A real master should not eat the fireworks of the world and not be attracted by the prosperity of the world. The bald big bosses here are waiting to find this master, which feels a little unreliable.

It was not until the evening that it was their turn, and Li Zifeng walked across the courtyard, and after crossing the threshold with his legs raised, he saw an old man with a disheveled hair and tattered clothes, sitting cross-legged on a futon made of corncoats.

His hair was like withered grass and disheveled, covering eighty percent of his face, and his whole face was hidden behind it, except for a slight hint of his chin.

"Hello Master." As soon as Li Zifeng opened his mouth, the master stretched out his hand without raising his head and said, "You go out." ”

After looking back, and after making sure that the old man was referring to him, although he was reluctant, he still whispered, "I'll wait for you outside." ”

Li Zifeng stood alone in front of the master, looking a little nervous, and the master pointed to the futon at his feet and motioned for Li Zifeng to sit down.

After sitting down, without waiting for Li Zifeng to speak, the master trembled his hands, a little excited, and asked, "...... How many years haven't seen it? Why are you still so young......"

Li Zifeng was stunned, scratched his head and said, "Master, we ...... See you for the first time, right? ”

"You don't remember me?" The master slowly leaned forward, stretched out his hands, and parted the hair from the middle of his forehead, like a screen parting from it, slowly revealing his cheeks.

Li Zifeng glared at the beads of his eyes, almost stumbling back, he held back his mind, stared at the old man, and said in horror: "No...... I don't remember. ”

The old man's face had no flesh at all, only a layer of blackened skin, he looked like a dried corpse, the flesh was completely collapsed, attached to the facial bones, the teeth marks under the lips were faintly visible, the eye sockets were deeply sunken, the eyeballs were extremely small, like sun-dried longan, and the ears were curled up into a ball, as if they had lost their moisture and had long been dried.

He was less like a person, more like a corpse, a corpse that had been buried for many years.

"Then do you remember a guy named Winning Corpses?" The master did not give up, and asked again.

Li Zifeng still shook his head. However, Li Zifeng felt that this Winning Corpse should be the name of the master in front of him, and from the news he learned, Winning Corpse should have never said his name to anyone, and all visitors collectively called him a master.

"You can close the door for me." Winning Corpse said in an extremely weak voice.

Li Zifeng got up and closed the door, and turned on the light bulb in the house, and in the dim light, the two sat cross-legged.

Win corpse asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"That's the case, I can't remember the previous memories, I'm miserable, I want to get married, have children, start a family, I want to try a lot of beautiful things in this world, but I don't dare, I'm afraid of hurting others, I want to find missing memories, and I want to find a solution to my amnesia."

Winning the corpse nodded and said, "More than seventy years ago, someone entrusted me with a piece of safekeeping, and I wanted to give it to you. ”

Li Zifeng said: "That's not very good, right? Other people's things, I don't have any merit. ”

Win Corpse shook his head and said seriously: "People are different people, people are also the same people, I can't stand it anymore." ”

As he spoke, the winning corpse reached into his arms, and after groping for a long time, he took out a finger-length and slowly squirmed ......

Bugger?

Li Zifeng wasn't sure what the corpse was holding in his hand, saying that it was a bug, but it had no head or tail, it shouldn't be. It looked like a black beef jerky, but it was clearly alive and slowly wriggling.

"Give it to you, you may be in pain, smoke a cigarette." Winner picked up a box of cheap cigars from his side, lit them with a match, and handed them to me.

Li Zifeng took two puffs and felt very choked, this kind of cigarette without a filter tastes very spicy in the throat.

"Is that guy out there your friend?" Win the corpse asked again.

"Sort of, he found out that you might have a solution to your amnesia, so I followed him."

Win Corpse's voice became weaker and weaker, and said, "You can't lack such a friend in the future, but you can't trust him completely, understand?" ”

Li Zifeng nodded.

"When I die, you can find a way to cut off my left arm, and on my arm bone, I will leave a way to help you find your memories." ”

Li Zifeng was stunned.

Wait until the corpse dies? Just kidding, God knows how long he will live? He lives for a day, but what if he lives for another ten, eight, or forty or fifty years?

But Li Zifeng can't directly ask him when he will die, how rude it is, I guess I can't do it if I look for memories.

However, out of politeness, Li Zifeng still nodded in agreement.

Win the corpse slowly lowered his head and muttered: "It's been more than seventy years, I'm tired of living, and I'm tired, but fortunately, I saw you again before I died, don't leave for a while, stay until after twelve o'clock at noon, okay?" ”