Torrential rain poured down, and dark clouds came down on the city. Look at the situation, the rain will fall at least until the evening.

Zhang Hui sat paralyzed in front of Master Zhang, only feeling that his head was about to explode, he could feel everything in the outside world, but he couldn't control his body, and he didn't want to control himself.

As if out of his body, he unconsciously looked at everything around him, and could see every drop of rain falling around him, and time seemed to be very long but also very short.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Hui just sat there with empty eyes.

Zhang Hui can feel everything around him, but he doesn't care about everything around him, what he cares about is the beautiful picture in the memory.

The rain rushed against his body, beating the notes of memory, and the drops of water flowed down his face, taking away the reluctance of the drops. Of course, his body of feces and urine was also washed away in this torrential rain and flowed into the surrounding land.

I don't know how long it has been, it may be a long time, or it may be just a moment. The light in the heavens and the earth has been eroded by this rainstorm, and all that is left in the world is the ticking sound of the rain falling.

"Smack!"

A slap landed on Zhang Hui's face, and this palm hit him in a trance, as if he was about to come back to his senses. Next, several more slaps were slapped on his face, and the sound grew louder and stronger.

Another slap was thrown, extremely hard, hitting Zhang Hui a stumbling, knocking him to the ground, and waking him up, he raised his head and looked ahead:

"Second uncle!" Zhang Hui was overjoyed when he saw that face.

No matter how embarrassed he was, he wanted to rush up and hug him. He staggered forward, wailing and crying as he crawled.

However, the second master's figure at this time is very blurry, and he can see the scenery behind him through his body, and it is completely transparent when he reaches the place below his calf.

The torrential rain poured down, but they all bypassed his body, as if they did not dare to approach him, as if they were the spirit of legend.

He was holding a small child in his hands, a child of flesh and blood. The child slept peacefully and didn't cry, it was Zhang Hui's seventh brother. As for Zhang Hui's fourth mother, it is estimated that there is less luck.

Zhang Hui didn't notice this, he was now immersed in the pain of losing his loved ones, and he felt that the second master was a dependent, the only one to rely on.

Even if he saw something, he didn't want to admit it, the only thing he admitted was that the second master was indeed standing in front of him, whether it was a human or a ghost, he did exist.

"Smack!" The second master slapped Zhang Hui, who had just climbed in front of him, and beat him into the muddy water again, and then he shook his right hand, comforted the child in his arms, and scolded Zhang Hui: "Does the boy of the Zhang family only know how to cry?

"Second uncle, my father ......" Zhang Hui cried, pointing to Master Zhang who was standing there, he wanted to explain something, but the second master didn't wait for him to finish, and slapped him again.

After cutting his hair, the second master looked at Zhang Hui with a stunned face and said, "Isn't it just dead?" We knew we were going to die, and now that you have survived, this is already a very good result, but your current performance is very disappointing." ”

The second master raised his head slightly and looked inside from the south gate. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through the buildings, and that was indeed the case. When he saw Zhang Wu, his eyes lit up slightly, and he bypassed Zhang Hui and walked inside.

"Why don't you go in with me?" When passing by Zhang Hui's side, the second master said angrily with hatred that iron is not steel.

"Oh, oh! Zhang Hui was also woken up by the second master's slaps, although he was still sad, but these slaps still made him understand the current situation and knew that he needed to cheer up.

Seeing that although Zhang Hui was still in a state of mind, he was slowly beginning to recover, the second master's face softened a little, but he still said sharply: "Don't you move your father in and let him rain outside?"

"Yes, yes. Zhang Hui replied quickly, for fear that he would be slapped by the second master again. He Zhang Hui is not afraid of pain, but afraid of the expression of hatred when the second master beat him.

Zhang Hui tried to break the hand that Master Zhang was holding the spear, and found that the hand had been combined with the spear, and then tried to stretch Master Zhang's joints, but found that it had already been shaped and difficult to stretch, so he finally decided to move the body into the lobby first before making plans.

He came behind Master Zhang, half-squatting in the shape of a horse, and wrapped his hands around Master Zhang's waist.

"Get up!" Zhang Hui roared, from his waist to his legs, pulled it up, pulled out the spear that was a fist deep into the ground from the ground, and then caught up with the second master with the corpse of Master Zhang on his back.

When Zhang Hui walked into the mourning hall behind the lobby, Zhang Wu had already knelt down in front of the second master and kept kowtowing, hitting the ground one by one, and his head was already bleeding. Looking at the slap mark on the right side of his face, it seems that he was not lightly beaten.

At this time, the child in the second master's arms, that is, Zhang Hui's seventh brother, began to kick his feet, his face sobbing all over again, as if he was about to cry loudly.

The second master noticed something unusual, he glanced around, locked his eyes on Zhang Wu's body, pinched his nose and said, "You go outside in the rain first and wash yourself away." ”

The second master didn't seem to smell the smell, and after Zhang Wu went out, he glanced at the dung stains on the ground again, turned to Zhang Hui and said, "Yesterday you hid in that dung pit in the west." ”

"Yes. Zhang Hui was a little embarrassed.

After listening to Zhang Hui's words, the second master nodded undeniably, swept his right hand forward, his sleeves flew up, and suddenly the wind blew up, and the rain outside came in with a ghostly air, which washed away the original smell of feces and dung and blew away all the dung stains on the ground. When the wind stopped, nothing changed except for the floor.

Zhang Hui's martial arts are not good, and he can only be regarded as a fourth- or fifth-rate person in the rivers and lakes, but he still has accumulated a little knowledge after walking through the south and the north, and he knows that the second master's hand will definitely not be able to be made by a non-peerless master.

In the Tao, there is not much fear and awe of gods and ghosts, and Zhang Hui also knows that ordinary gods and ghosts only have the strength of ordinary masters.

In recent decades, the world has been relatively peaceful, and there are only some wars in some places, and some things will happen in places where there are many dead people.

When Zhang Hui was walking the rivers and lakes, he also broke into this kind of place, and he also killed one or two ghosts. As for what the ghost should be called after death, it seems to be called 魙, and it is not clear what Zhang Hui will be called after the death of 魙.

In the case of the second master, the soul left the body after death, and he still retained the memories of his life, Zhang Hui was the first time he saw it, and he had never heard of it before.

handed the child in his hand to Zhang Hui, and the second master said leisurely: "Didn't your father tell you that your eldest husband can bend and stretch? The Zhang family can keep your two bloodlines, even if you are allowed to eat, you have to eat it, let alone just hide inside?"

"But, but ......" Zhang Hui thought that the second master and his father could also hide inside, and they also had a chance to escape, but why didn't they do it, but Zhang Hui still didn't dare to ask.

The corners of the second master's mouth hooked slightly, obviously seeing through Zhang Hui's heart, and continued with a "hum": "The two of us died because we had a reason to die, and I died because this was the battlefield, and the hundred ghost riders only died in battle, and there were no deserters." Your father died because if he didn't die, the enemy would not be at ease, and if he searched for it, he wouldn't have a chance for either of you. ”

Pushing this and the other, the daughters of the Zhang family did not choose to escape, but also hanged themselves in front of the ancestors of the Zhang family, it is estimated that it is just to give Ye Tong a reassuring pill, in order to give Zhang Hui and Zhang Wu a greater chance of survival.

Soon after, Zhang Wu came back, and he trotted to Zhang Hui's side, looking at the second master with a little fear.

Seeing Zhang Wu come in, the second master took a few steps back, sat on the chair in front of the hall, leaned back on the chair, slowly raised his finger and pointed to the corpse on the beam and said, "Let's get them down first." ”

It's really scary for a ghost to ask two people to put down the body on the beam, but because they are all relatives, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Zhang Hui was holding the seventh brother in his hand, and it was a little inconvenient to do things. However, Hu Wei, who was taken by the second master, did not dare to be lazy.

After a while, more than thirty corpses were lying in front of the hall. The breeze blew, and the white cloth on the beams rolled slightly.

After moving, Zhang Hui's mind eased a little, and a lot of questions arose in his mind, such as how the second master became this ghost, such as what happened to the seventh brother in his arms, etc., but he held back and didn't ask.

"What did the eldest brother explain to the two of you. The second master's two fingers tapped on the table, and the voice was low and distant, making people shudder.

Zhang Wu remembered the words of Master Zhang very well, and after the second master asked, he repeated what Master Zhang said at the last moment, word for word.

After listening to Zhang Wu's words, the second master snorted, "You two remember this well." ”

"We all know what this means, but what is a trade-off, and how do we make a trade-off?" asked Zhang Hui weakly.

As if he guessed that Zhang Hui would ask this, the second master replied: "You will understand in the future, what you want to take now is your life, and since you have survived, you must work hard to live." What you have to give up now is your dependence on your eldest brother, and of course you must continue to miss us who have died, but only as long as you miss us, and do not do anything drastic for us. ”

The second master spoke very easily, and Zhang Hui didn't know why he was like this. Will it be shown to Zhang Hui and Zhang Wu? Or is it better for him to die than to live? Zhang Hui has a lot of guesses, but none of the answers seem to be correct.

No matter how cranky Zhang Hui was, the second master stood up from the chair, paced in front of Zhang Hui and Zhang Wu, and continued: "You two will pack up in the next two days, go south to Jianyun Pass, go to our old house, there is a lot of money there, and a lot of it was shipped back yesterday, if you two have the ability, you also have a chance to rebuild the Zhang family." ”

Speaking of this, the second master paused, his eyes swept over the faces of the two, and when he saw that the expressions of the two of them were not unusual, he continued: "The big man is standing in the world, he is not afraid of being high-minded, but he is afraid of not being down-to-earth. If you two want to avenge us, we are very happy, but if you don't have the strength, it will be sent to death, so many of our lives have been exchanged for the lives of the two of you, you have to cherish it. ”

Zhang Hui and Zhang Wu naturally nodded in agreement, but the second master didn't care about them, but pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Since you talked about us, you will go and cremate and bury us in the next two days." Also, you have to move my body back quickly, there are wolves over there. ”

"What about the seventh brother?" Looking at the seventh brother in his arms, Zhang Hui asked suspiciously, "What about the fourth mother?"

When asked this question, the second master rubbed his temples, glanced around with his nose and eyes, did not look at Zhang Hui, and said a little hesitantly: "The fourth sister-in-law is dead, I don't know exactly how she died, I will bring your seventh brother back if he is still alive." By the way, your seventh brother shouldn't be a year old, he should only have a nickname. In my opinion, it's called Zhang Qi, which means the rise of the Zhang family. ”

In this sentence, the second master also added the words "in my opinion".

Every place has its own customs, and the average child only has a nickname before he reaches the age of one, and the old people say that this is easy for children to feed. When a child is one year old, it is named by the child's father, and in some special cases, it is named by other elders.

The second master has no children under his knees, and he also took the initiative to help Zhang Hui's seventh brother choose a name, and deliberately emphasized "in my opinion", which means that he euphemistically told Zhang Hui to let Zhang Qi inherit his name.

This era can't be regarded as a troubled era, but it is not a good era either, and things like succession are still very common. As soon as the second master finished speaking, Zhang Hui also understood what he meant.

After thinking about it, Zhang Hui didn't have any reason to refuse, the second master had made a lot of sacrifices for the family over the years, even if Master Zhang was here, he would agree, thinking of this, Zhang Hui nodded solemnly and said, "Then call Zhang Qi." ”