"Worm Ancestor, if you say this, I can rest assured, our husband and wife will definitely do what we have to do."

"I hope so, who from your village has been coming lately?"

"No, the village chief's consideration was the same as you guessed, he didn't dare to send someone to the big city to invite a master martial artist. I'm afraid of involving other people in the village. Zhang Cuiyun thought for a moment and spoke.

At this moment, the man who had been silent said: "No, there was a person in Zhuangzi today, Wang Quanan's old thing didn't dare to go to the big city to invite people, but he ran through the rivers and lakes back then, and he still had a lot of trustworthy friends outside, and during the day he sent Wang Dafu to Daokouguan to invite people." ”

"In the evening, a young man came, but he didn't come for long, and he didn't come from our side, so not many people know, he was driven away by Wang Quanan, and it is said that the person who came was not the same person he wanted to invite, and he drove him out of Zhuangzi."

"What does the guy who came look like?"

The black mist surged, and he recondensed his face towards the side of the man, and asked.

The man's face turned pale, and he could see that he was very scared, "I don't know, I didn't see it, I just heard them say that the man was carrying a big gourd, which was very conspicuous." ”

The dark shadow writhed, "It's the same person." ”

"Do you want your son to come back to life?"

The man wanted to speak and stopped, Zhang Cuiyun on the side glared at him fiercely, and what he wanted to say was also suppressed, so he could only nod heavily. "Yes!"

"As soon as the morning dawns, you do something!"

The black mist surged, and the position of the mouth was moving, but Zhang Cuiyun couldn't hear what he said, the man frowned slightly, and nodded for a long time.

"Worm Ancestor, don't worry, I'll do it."

"Okay, as long as this matter is done, your baby will be alive tomorrow night."

Zhang Cuiyun cried with joy, knelt down and kowtowed busily, and muttered words like 'thank you to the insect ancestor'.

The black shadow flashed and shrank into the blood jade, and the man climbed onto the bed worriedly, glanced at his son, and stared at the roof, but he didn't know what he was looking at.

"You coward, what did the Worm Ancestor tell you to do?"

"He didn't let him say."

"Then don't say anything about anyone, just get things done, and what kind of tone did you just have? Don't you want your son to come back to life? ”

"I think, but, after all, this is my Zhuangzi, the Zhuangzi I grew up in, don't you also see the things he did? We do that, and I always feel ......"

"What do you think? How do you want to feel? He is your son, Wang Wu is your only son, even if he is exchanged for a Zhuangzi's life to live, the old lady also thinks it is worth it, and it is a big deal to change to a Zhuangzi and live a life. ”

Wang Youcai was a little angry and muttered, "That's because you are married." ”

"Yes and what? After I, Zhang Cuiyun, followed you, did I have a good day? Do you treat them as relatives, have they taken care of you? How do they treat you on a daily basis? You forgot yourself, my mother didn't forget, when your father fell ill in bed, you begged the whole Zhuangzi people, did anyone help you? ”

"How did your wife die? They falsely accused them of stealing meat, don't you know how that piece of meat came from? That's when your wife relied on her own needlework and went to the big city to change, and they thought that your king was rich and poor, and he didn't deserve to eat meat, and if he ate meat, it was your family who stole people's things, and they gave us a chance to speak? ”

"Your wife has been clean all her life, and when she was old, she was framed for stealing something, and for the sake of her innocence and reputation, she threw herself into the river.

After Zhang Cuiyun finished speaking, she also closed her mouth and stopped talking.

In the dark, Wang Youcai clenched his fists, and there was a trace of blood red in his eyes.

Yes, this is a Zhuangzi with no human feelings, the best friend of the year was eaten by them, and he froze to death at the mouth of Zhuangzi at a young age, this group of people is not worthy of sympathy, not worthy of sympathy.

Early the next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, Wang Youcai packed up his things and went out of the village, put on animal skins, brought bows and arrows, and knew that he knew the sword edge, because he himself was one of the hunters of Wang Zhuang, although the place was far away, but it was still in the hunting circle, and he had not seen that Taoist temple at one time.

His pace is extremely fast, into the jungle, immediately feel the whole person relaxed, as if only in this mountain forest, he can get real liberation, sometimes, Wang Youcai will wonder if he dies in the future, buried in the mountain, is it completely free?

Can you lie down so comfortably all the time?

You don't need to look at anyone's face, you don't need to do things in anyone's reprimand, you can do whatever you want, and you don't need to eat, do you want to eat after you die? Probably not.

He thought so, his steps were brisk, and he knew the road with ease.

In fact, Wang Youcai's figure is not small, and even a little tall, among the men in the same village, there are few who can compare with him, and his appearance is not bad, that is, day after day, year after year of labor, his complexion is slightly darker, if it were not for such conditions, it is estimated that Zhang Cuiyun, who has long been unaccustomed to his temperament, will not always follow him.

But his temperament is a normal person, and he can see from his fearful eyes that Wang Qiang's middle cadence is not enough to describe him.

Being bullied has even become a habit, even if it is a young child in the village, he dares to throw him with a stone, he is a normal person with a sound mind, not a fool, let alone a madman, the child will not do this kind of thing in the face of a person of his size, the only explanation is the subtle influence of adults.

"Ah!!h

Standing on the top of the mountain, the mountain wind hit, the torture and depression in recent days became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, all the sad grievances and grief and indignation welled up in the heart, the big man cried, he screamed at the mountains and forests, and it lasted for a long time.