I gasped, my father's narration was a little different from Grandma's narration, probably because of the time error, which caused the scenes they saw before and after to be different. Although Baidu search has been going on for many years, now when I think of the scene at that time, it still makes people feel surprised, and the scalp is faintly numb.

"Dad, who is that person? Do you know each other? ”

"I don't know, I've never seen it before." Daddy shook his head.

When I saw that person, my father only thought about protecting my mother and the soon-to-be-born me, so he immediately picked up a long stick in the corner of the house and stabbed it hard at the roof, but the person who was crawling towards the house little by little was like a transparent shadow, and the long stick did not have any obstacles, passing through the body, and my father immediately hesitated. Outside, there was a torrential rain and thunder, and in just a moment, a thunderbolt sounded on the roof, and the long stick that probed into the crack in the roof suddenly brought down a wisp of crackling lightning, and jumped straight down the stick to my father's hand. At that time, my father was still young, and he didn't have the current calmness and ability, and the electric rays brought down by the stick hit him directly out of the window, and then he fainted.

"I was thrown out of the window, and when I broke out of the window, I heard the child's cry, and I was anxious, but I couldn't control it."

When my father was thrown out of the stun, it may have been when I just came to the world, he fainted outside the window of the heavy rain, and when he woke up again, it was already the next day's daytime, and my father woke up, the storm had stopped, and the whole Xiaopanhe Village was washed away by the heavy rain overnight. It can be seen that my grandfather is also very happy, but he is used to being deep and rarely shows strong emotions, and my father is busy taking care of me, so my grandfather runs to repair the house.

"At that time, it was less than a day before you were born, and I was guarding you and your mother by the bedside, your mother's body was weak, and I would not leave an inch." Dad said: "My own son, there is a reason not to love there, but after guarding for a while, you look straight at me, and your eyes are full of tears." ”

The newborn child doesn't know any other way to express it, the only expression is crying, Dad didn't think about it so much at the time, and thought I was hungry and tired, but when he gently stretched out his hand to soothe me, I suddenly said four words clearly.

"What did I say?"

"I can't regret it." My father looked at me and said, "It's been 20 years, but I can't remember a word." ”

Listening to my father's story, I suddenly remembered the real body of the old grandfather of the Seven Gates behind the stone gate at the bottom of the river, and the blood stains on their bodies flowed down and gathered a few words: Do you know the guilt?

I really can't remember anything, but it all makes me feel that I have done something unforgivably wrong, and that this mistake has serious consequences.

I continued to ask, but it was just when I was born miraculously opened my mouth once, and after that, I was like other ordinary children, eating, sleeping, crying, crying, and growing up slowly without danger, my father was still very confused, and told my grandfather this in private, and my grandfather didn't know why, but it was always a contrary to common sense, and he was afraid that I would have a psychological burden after I knew it, so I told my father at the time that he was not allowed to reveal the matter to me.

My father and I chatted for a long time, and inadvertently, several people guarding the outside of the house suddenly let out a burst of joyful cheers, and Saihuatuo came out of the house, beckoning to us with indescribable excitement and excitement: "Wake up!" ”

A sentence immediately pulled me out of the contemplation of the conversation, and at that time, without caring for anything, I rushed to the house. The old ghost on the sickbed was unusual, his body was trembling slightly, Sai Huatuo turned around to hold the back of his hand, and patted it twice in the back of the heart, and suddenly, the old ghost suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and spit out a small mouthful of blackened blood that had been bruised. The mouthful of black blood spit out, his whole person seemed to be a lot more awake, and his eyes began to be a little dazed, but looking at the familiar and unfamiliar figures in front of him, the old ghost's eyes gradually brightened, and he could recognize these people he once knew.

There was his son and grandson in front of the sickbed, but the old ghost had a hard life, and when he was in the river, Pang Gouzi was still young, not to mention Maitreya, who was born later. This should be the first serious and normal meeting between the three generations of their grandparents, and in comparison, I, who is not surnamed Pang, have more contact with the old ghost than his children and grandchildren.

The old ghost's gaze finally fell on me, his lips squirmed slightly, and there was a deep anticipation in his eyes, and I knew what he wanted to say without him opening his mouth.

How many days did he fall asleep? I don't remember, the old ghost was so thin that there was only a handful of bones left, and his body was covered with bones, there were large and small scars everywhere, his white hair and white beard were messy, and his eyes seemed bright, but after they were bright, there was an imperceptible gloom and gloom. My eyes were immediately covered by a cloud of water vapor, is this still the old ghost who shouted loudly and shook off all evils, and his face did not change his color with three knives and six holes?

"Nagato" I clung to the old ghost's thin hand, and I couldn't say any more.

"Have you ever gone to the far west? Did you find the tree in the Mountain of Life and Death? The old ghost was very excited, but he was so focused on remembering the incident, remembering the huge amount trapped in the Usumu, and these were the first things that came to mind when he woke up.

What should I say? I can't bear to deceive him, but if I tell the truth, will he be able to withstand this blow? He desperately fled back and passed the message to us, hoping that the huge Usumuri could be rescued, but now

As soon as I hesitated, the old ghost immediately noticed something, his eyes suddenly froze, and his tongue seemed to have pressed a thousand catties of boulder, and it took a long time before he leaned on the head of the bed, gasped, and said, "Water baby, say it, say it."

Once the old ghost woke up, sooner or later he would not be able to hide the huge things, so I calmed down and told him what had happened. I know that Dang is definitely more than lucky this time, but in order to make the old ghost a little relieved, I didn't say anything to death, just told him that Dang's whereabouts are unknown.

Anyone can hear it, this is a comforting word, the old ghost didn't ask any more questions after listening to it, didn't say anything, lowered his head, looked at the countless scars on his body, at that moment, the energy of his whole body seemed to disappear in an instant, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, Pang Gouzi and Maitreya rushed to the bedside together, and the three grandparents burst into tears in an instant.

The atmosphere suddenly became dull and sad, the old ghost turned his head, wiped away the old tears from the corners of his eyes, looked up at me, and said, "Water baby, give me a drink." ”

I turned my head to look at Sewartuo, who thought for a moment and nodded at me. I came in with some wine, and the rest of the room knew we had something to talk about, and they withdrew. The old ghost took a slight sip of wine, as if savoring the spicy and bitter taste, and I told him about the big and small things that happened during his sleep.

"I didn't look away, you baby, you are going to do big things." The old ghost's tone changed, becoming as low as his grandfather, as if after a life and death ordeal, the irritability in his heart was all restrained, and he no longer called himself Lao Tzu Lao Tzu as soon as he opened his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth in the past, he was sad but a little relieved.

"Nagato, can you tell me about the matter in our seven gates?" I thought, Dad and Pang Gouzi and Tang Baichuan are in the prime of life, Maitreya and I are gradually growing up, we will bear the responsibility after the seven gates, the old ghost is already overwhelmed, he has to tell us about the things that should be explained.

"It's time to talk about it." The old ghost may not intend to treat me as a child anymore, but he was still very young when he went to Zhenhe, and he was his father, but it was impossible to tell him everything important.

"Nagato, what's a sky collapse?"

"The sky collapsed, that's just a title, the seven doors have been passed down from generation to generation, as long as the river is unstable, in the four or five years before and after, there will inevitably be a monstrous catastrophe, what that catastrophe looks like, I can't tell you clearly." The old ghost said: "Baby, do you know what I took you to find the severed hand of the Seven Sect Ancestors as soon as I came out of the river?" ”

The severed hands of the seven gates have been kept in each family for an unknown number of years, and have been passed down from generation to generation, but from the generation of the old ghosts and even a few years forward, the severed hands seem to have always been a token-like thing, and have never been of real use.

"Our ancestor of the Seven Gates is the god of the river protector of this big river, there are some things at the bottom of the river that ordinary people can't see, as long as it doesn't come to the time when the sky really collapses, those things will never see the light of day."

It is said that there are things at the bottom of the river, and the old grandfather of the seven gates knows very well that there may be a special blessing for those things, and only by bringing the severed hands left by the old grandfather of the seven gates can it be possible to really get close to the bottom of the river and witness everything at the bottom of the river. Seven doors and seven families, each holding one hand, is not a last resort, and the broken hand does not gather.

It's not an absolute secret that the old ghost can know, but this information lifts my spirits, and I can make up all the broken hands, which means that I can go down to the river to find out what is hidden at the bottom of the river.

I still have a mystery in my heart that is difficult to unravel, Zixin, what does this title mean? Other people can't tell, but the old ghost has lived for so many years, and he is the long gate of the Seven Gates, will he know? I thought about it for a while, told the old ghost about it, his face changed slightly, and said, "Where did you hear this name?" ”