We originally thought that as long as we found the orphanage director of the year, we could solve the mystery of my origin, but the orphanage director was mysteriously eaten by a big snake and only had a skin left. In desperation, we could only walk back in despair. Fortunately, he met an old man on the way, and he confessed that he knew where the old bustard was.

We met in the park when it was dark.

On the way home, my adoptive father asked me, "Xu You, who is that old bustard?" ”

I told my adoptive father about the cockfighting ring I had seen. Then he said: "Listen to his tone, he is very likely to know the inside story of the matter." Otherwise, it wouldn't have hinted at me like that. ”

The adoptive father nodded and said, "I just hope nothing goes wrong again." ”

When we got home, my adoptive mother was already up and cooking in the kitchen.

After last night's events. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for my adoptive mother. At this time, I saw that her hair was a little messy, and she stood in the kitchen with wooden eyes, cooking for a while, and hair for a while. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in my heart.

I walked over to something I had never done before. I looked at her: "You...... Rest when you're sick. I'll cook this meal. ”

My adoptive mother looked at me with fear and joy. She shook her head slightly, then looked into the living room, "You go and rest, entertain those friends of yours." ”

I didn't speak again, sighed, and withdrew.

The thin man patted me on the shoulder: "Brother, don't worry. With us, what can't be solved? ”

I looked at him gratefully and nodded heavily.

Wushuang sat on the sofa, drinking tea cup after cup. As usual, the adoptive father went into the kitchen and helped the adoptive mother cook. The two of them were whispering something. The sound was so low that we couldn't hear it very clearly.

After lunch, we went to sleep. I have to go to the old bustard at night. He may be a master of the world, or he may be a monster. We have to work hard.

I don't know how many hours I slept this night. By the time I woke up again, it was already dark.

My adoptive mother obviously knew everything, and she looked at us worriedly, as well as at me.

This was the first time she had expressed concern. I saw that her eyes were a little moist: "Xu You, you be careful." ”

I nodded: "Don't worry." ”

The adoptive mother shook her head: "I'm not at ease. You've been a hassle-free person since you were a child, and I've never done anything so dangerous. ”

This made me secretly sneer: it seems that my adoptive father has not yet told her about my entry into the underworld. Or maybe even the adoptive father himself didn't believe it.

I pretended to smile lightly: "Don't worry." I have so many friends, it must be fine. Then I raised my phone in my hand: "I'll call you then." ”

The adoptive mother nodded and agreed.

The adoptive father gave her a deep look and then followed us out. For so many years, they have already formed a tacit understanding, and one look is enough to explain everything.

Me and my friend, my adoptive father. Walking in the night, walking in the lights of thousands of homes. My heart is warm. The loneliness I felt when I was a child is gone.

There are no street lights in the park. We came to the place of cockfighting. During the day, the trees are shady and cool. It's a bit eerie at night.

We sat on the benches and waited quietly for the old man to appear.

The four of us cultivators held peachwood swords in our hands. Sit straight on the bench. The adoptive father looked at us nervously: "Xu You, how can I see that you are a little nervous." ”

I smiled at him, "Don't worry. We are used to sitting like this, and we can feel it for the first time when we are a little bit windy. ”

Then I looked at the abbot: "Abbot, you tell my adoptive father two jokes." Ease the mood. ”

The abbot said with a sad face, "How can I tell a joke? ”

The sloppy Taoist priest laughed: "You live a joke." Is this hard to tell? ”

When the sloppy Taoist priest said this, Wushuang also snorted and laughed. It was so tense that we began to relax.

After a while, I heard a low call: "Is that you?" ”

My heart moved: "The old man is here?" No, why is this voice a little young? ”

I was about to answer, when suddenly a woman from the other direction said, "Let's stop here, there's someone here." ”

Their voices were so soft that if they weren't cultivators, they wouldn't have been able to hear them.

Wushuang looked over there curiously and said to me, "These two people don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are they doing in this black-lit park?" ”

The abbot laughed first: "Wushuang, don't ask, lest I turn you here in two days." ”

Wushuang was surprised and asked, "Why?" What do you mean? ”

I waved my hand: "Alright, now is not the time to talk about this." ”

We sat in the chairs for a few minutes. In the distance, a spot of light appeared in front of it, like a flashlight.

Then, the light shone on us, back and forth for a long time.

It was rude, but I put up with it. Because my intuition told me that the owner of this flashlight was the old man, and sure enough, a few minutes later, I heard his voice: "Is that you?" ”

I stood up, met his flashlight and said, "It's us." ”

The old man put away the flashlight and rubbed his hands excitedly: "I'm still worried on the road." What if a few of you young people want to trick me on a whim. Now let's go? ”

I nodded, "You lead the way." ”

The old man turned off the flashlight and explained to me, "I can't turn on the light, and I won't find it if I turn it on." ”

Then he waved at us. We followed him.

As the old man walked, he muttered in his mouth, "This street lamp is broken." That's right, turn a corner from here. There's a building here, yes, yes, yes. ”

We followed him and almost transformed the entire western city. All of them are exhausted. This old man didn't know if he was old and strong, or if he wanted to get the belief of the black chicken to support him, he actually walked in good spirits.

Gradually, we became more and more desolate, and later, we actually reached the suburbs.

Wushuang looked at the old man with some vigilance: "The old bustard lives in the suburbs? You didn't lie to us? ”

The old man said with an innocent face: "Where does the old bustard live, how can I care?" Maybe he raises chickens, so it's more convenient to live in the suburbs. ”

Ten minutes later, the old man suddenly stopped leaving.

I held the peachwood sword and pointed at the back of his heart: "What's the matter?" Why don't you leave? ”

The old man turned around and said, "I followed here last time. The old bustard went inside, and I didn't dare to follow up. ”

A few of us were still confused, but my adoptive father had already seen the clues. He exclaimed, "Isn't this a cemetery?" ”

Wushuang was furious: "Old fellow, are you doing something for evil ghosts?" ”

The old man waved his hand again and again: "I'm not, I'm not, I'm just a bad old man who likes cockfighting." ”

Wushuang asked him, "Are you sure the old bustard lives in it?" ”

The old man said, "I don't know if he lived in it, but I really saw him walk in last time." ”

Wushuang didn't intend to let him go, and pressed step by step: "Why didn't you say it just now?" ”

The old man said with a bitter face: "I'm worried that after I say it, you will be afraid and dare not come." It's better to trick you first. It's hard to ride a tiger, so you can help me steal chickens. ”

Wushuang snorted, then asked me, "What should I do?" ”

I thought about it for a while and asked Wushuang: "When we first met the old bustard, did he have a ghost on him?" ”

Wushuang shook his head: "There is no ghost qi, otherwise, I would have felt it." ”

I nodded, "Then let's go in and have a look." The old bustard is not a ghost, living here, or for some other reason. ”

I looked at the abbot: "You stay and take care of my adoptive father." ”

The abbot wished for me to say this, and nodded again and again.

But the adoptive father shook his head: "I have to go in." Come in with you. ”

The abbot looked disappointed, whispered something unpleasantly, and walked in with us.

Inside the cemetery was quiet and dark. These tombs all look like they are in disrepair. Individually, the tombstone has fallen.

My adoptive father stood in the middle of us and explained to us: "This cemetery is a mess. It's a bit like the meaning of mass graves in the countryside. For ten days and half a month, few people came. ”