Shenhao starts from the daily spike

Chapter 231 Randomly Send a Cheat Finger

Wrinkles from the vicissitudes of life covered his forehead and cheeks.

Zhang Yang's grandfather, Zhang Xianzhong, is like a skinny skeleton.

Looking at grandpa's increasingly white hair.

Zhang Yang felt very uncomfortable.

My grandfather, because he worked too hard when he was young, suffered from a very rare serious illness in his old age.

With his strange disease, he couldn't take any nutritional supplements, even ginseng and snow lotus.

Even if it is eaten, it cannot be digested and absorbed at all.

As a result, his body gradually withered away.

Zhang Yang knew that the fainting this afternoon was a very important warning!

If you don't give grandpa an operation early.

Then Mr. Zhang Xianzhong will be in greater danger.

However, where do I have the money to do this kind of major surgery!
Medical insurance, subsistence allowances, all insurances add up.

It's just barely enough to cover the cost of medical drugs.

Even worse.

However, this operation requires an additional cost of hundreds of thousands before it can be carried out.

What's more, after the implementation, there are still countless funds required for the treatment courses to be confirmed.

But Zhang Yang didn't have that much money at all.

Don't say hundreds of thousands, even ten thousand, he can't get it out now!

My own dilapidated house is worth thirty to forty thousand at best.

If you sell it, you and the old man will have no place to live.

And [-] to [-] won't help at all.

This is a big joke God made on Zhang Yang!

"Grandpa, I'm useless, I'm not up to date, I can't take care of you well."

Zhang Yang knelt down in front of the bed, and the childhood scenes flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern.

Father, mother, grandpa, grandma, the warm family at the time.

Now, only myself and my grandfather are left to depend on each other.

As for grandpa, he was also being taken away now, but he couldn't do anything.

Talking, thinking, Zhang Yang's eyes were filled with tears.

The bitterness he has suffered since he was a child is more than the average person has eaten in a lifetime.

But he survived.

He never shed a single tear in front of outsiders.

Being bullied, buried, and ridiculed, he can bear it all.

But, who knows, when he returned home, he faced his dying grandfather
But it is so fragile and vulnerable.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoyang, grandpa knows that his life is not long, you have to bear it."

Zhang Xianzhong didn't look at Zhang Yang, but he also knew that Zhang Yang was crying.

This little man has already paid too much for himself.

Also because of himself, he couldn't give it a go.

If there is no such old burden as himself, maybe Zhang Yang will live better.

It's not that he didn't think about committing suicide, but he knew that if Zhang Yang gave up his life, he would also end up in a dead end, even crazy.

see this scene.

Lin Ye was quite confused.

This is too sad.

I can't see such a thing.

Ugh.

Forget it, enough drama has been seen.

It's time for me to play too.

Lin Ye swiped his phone.

Bought a book called Mysteries of Magic.

Put it into the sending space of the system.

This book is useless to me.

But for a kid like Zhang Yang.

That's a great bargain.

Suddenly, the face of grandpa on the bed shook.

As if remembering something.

"I have a family heirloom that I want to give to you."

As he spoke, Zhang Xianzhong took out a crumpled book from under his pillow with trembling hands.

The pattern on the book has long since disappeared.

Only a few cumbersome old English can be vaguely seen.

"Where did Grandpa get this book? Why did you give it to me?"

Wiped away the tears that did not flow from the eyes.

Zhang Yang took the book and was slightly taken aback.

asked.

Zhang Xianzhong spoke eloquently.

original.

This book has a lot to offer.

This is a book that his grandfather picked up when he was wandering in the West in his early years.

You know, Zhang Yang's grandfather's father, Zhang Long.

He used to be the famous Mr. Gold Digger in Huaxia Oriental.

At that time, Zhang Yang's grandfather could be regarded as a national elite.

Because of his obsession with adventure, as well as his love and curiosity for ancient Western literature, Zhang Xianzhong once traveled to ancient areas that were blocked and forbidden with local bounty hunters.

The dangers and hardships in it.

Indescribable.

And this book was stolen from one of the most inaccessible areas.

Every time Zhang Xianzhong said this, he would be full of pride.

"I see."

Zhang Yang nodded, carefully holding the book in his arms.

Saw this scene.

Lin Ye smiled unkindly.

I go.

System, you kid can make up stories.

Obviously, I bought this book from your store for nine yuan.

How to send it out with such a big background?

Ok, Ok.

Lin Ye finally felt what kind of mentality the author of web articles had when he made up those gods and ghosts and saw the readers read with gusto.

Zhang Yang opened the book.

To his surprise.

There is no text in such a strange and well-known book! !
In this book, the paper is neat, and although it is old and yellowed, it is very strong.

However, on any page in the book, except for the cover that has been worn black, there is no text!
Even Zhang Xianzhong couldn't see what the profound meaning of this book was.

"Son, go and rest!"

Zhang Xianzhong coughed a few times and drove Zhang Yang out of his room.

Holding the book, Zhang Yang couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the old man coughing.

Listening to the wailing of his stomach, Zhang Yang straightened his body, cooked a bowl of instant noodles for himself and his grandfather, and swallowed the unpalatable noodles.

Had a few sips of the greasy and disgusting soup.

Zhang Yang lay on the bed.

Start flipping through this mysterious book.

"Oh book, book, it's not that I don't want to read you, it's that you don't let me read."

Zhang Yang said to himself.

He also didn't know why he was talking to a book.

Perhaps this book is too mysterious.

Maybe he was too boring himself.

"If only you could turn a stone into gold, then I will be rich, and the old man's illness will be cured, and I can still do it."

Zhang Yang continued.

Thinking of the slap that the hooligan gave him today, and the disdainful and contemptuous eyes of the people around him, he stopped nagging.

Looking at the withered and yellow pages, he closed his eyes.

What a fool I was to talk to a book.

Instead of doing such boring things, it is better to get enough energy and sleep for a while.

Get up early tomorrow and go to work to earn money.

Turning off the light, Zhang Yang lay on the bed and soon fell asleep
However, just as he was sleeping soundly, a terrifying dream instantly entered his mind.

In a nightmare.

A Hell Hydra is as high as the sky and the earth.

Hovering above the nine heavens!
It breathes out fire and steps on mountain ridges!

Turn patches of forest ocean into hell magma!

(End of this chapter)