Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

When the village chief heard this familiar name, his eyebrows jumped, his jaw tensed, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the pipe pole burst.

"Who is Zheng Huang?"

He Bao smelled the smell of sweat on his body, and moved a few steps closer to He Ziyang, making him pinch his nose in disgust.

"Don't come here."

"Didn't you say that you love me no matter what I become, and now you want me to stay away, you have no conscience~" He Bao pretended to be hurt and coyly wiped away the non-existent tears.

Just as Zuo Yan was about to explain who this Zheng Huang was, his words were blocked on his cheeks, his eyes froze for a moment, and he turned to look at the two brothers who had no sense of seriousness at all.

He Ziyang avoided him with disgust and coldness, leaned over to pick up the 'clothes' that had been taken off the ground, and said to him: "Don't disgust me, put it on quickly."

"I don't~ You just despise me!"

If He Ziyang had goosebumps, he would shake out a pound now, and roar, "Who did you learn from!"

He Bao stretched out his long arms. "he!"

Zuo Yan: ...WTF?

Looking around, Zuo Yan pointed to his nose, "Me?"

He Bao nodded and said, "When you get close to vermilion, you get red; when you get close to ink, you get black."

Who am I provoking?

Seeing that the shameless man was still accusing himself, Zuo Yan said expressionlessly, "Yes, those who get close to the panda are white and black."

"Huh? Have the two of you brothers finally broken through the shackles of the world and come together?"

He Bao and He Ziyang looked at each other, and they both saw disgust in each other's eyes.

"how is this possible!"

"Who can see him!"

Zuo Yan: Really, if things go on like this, sooner or later you will have to follow suit.

Zhao Junfeng was weakly behind the two of them, his wrist was still bleeding, and finally found a gap to speak, "Who... can untie it for me."

I really don't have any sympathy at all, Zuo Yan came over and untied the rope for him, or I mean enough to you, big brother.

Zhao Junfeng's eyes shone with gratitude, and he looked behind his shoulders, stuck on the tip of his tongue gratefully, "They want to run!"

Zuo Yan patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to rest assured that there is no one else in this room except you.

Anyway, if you use this room for fun, you will never pass the level in this life.

He Bao stopped the village head and his party from sneaking out through the door, "Where are you going? Let's have a heart-to-heart talk, village head."

The village head sneered, suddenly a puff of white smoke covered his face.

In the next second, the body of 'Lao San' fell down, and He Bao looked down at the corpse, "Dead? So fast."

Under the light, the face of the corpse was visible to the naked eye and split into pieces, which was extremely terrifying.

Several people had already touched the door, but they couldn't move their legs no matter what. Some people knelt and crawled on the ground but couldn't move a step.

Zuo Yan could see a circle of black sticky objects wrapped around their legs, firmly sticking them to the ground.

Looking back, he saw Si Jia was flipping through the books on the table, leaning over to take a look, "Genealogy?"

Sika hummed lightly.

Zuo Yan noticed that his eyes stopped on a certain name and did not move for a long time.

Qingxiu, on the back is Mrs. Zheng's adopted son.

At that time, Qingxiu had no surname, and even this name was only his stage name. Apart from being a pillar of the Zheng family, his status was also very embarrassing.

Mrs. Zheng wanted to adopt him as her adopted son, but Qingxiu refused. In the end, she didn't expect that this name was still written in the genealogy.

There used to be a saying that as long as the name is in the genealogy, there is a name and a surname, and the soul will not be helpless after a hundred years, and the incense offered by the descendants can also get a share.

Zhao Junfeng covered his wrists and stood up. Fortunately, the wound was not too deep, and the blood was already congealing. He looked at the people at the door with complicated eyes, "Why did they kill me?"

Zuo Yan said: "Because you dug someone's grave three times." He also stretched out three fingers and stood in front of his eyes.

Zhao Junfeng didn't believe it at all. Looking at the people at the door, he still had lingering fears. It was the first time such a thrilling thing happened to him in so many years.

"What the hell are you guys!" The villagers who couldn't escape looked at them in horror.

He Bao said: "Ghost, haven't you seen it? Aren't there a lot of them in the grove?"

When mentioning ghosts and woods, several people shuddered, obviously knowing what was in that place.

"Little Panda, who is Zheng Huang you mentioned just now?" He Ziyang asked.

"The eldest son of the head of the Zheng family 200 years ago, or in other words, the village chief in front of us."

Zhao Junfeng didn't believe it at first, "What are you talking about? 200 years ago?"

Zuo Yan nodded, "230 years ago to be precise."

"How is this possible! You said he lived to be two hundred years old?" The village head in front of them looked to be around 70 years old at most, so it's too much to say, besides, how can people live to be more than 200 years old!unless……

Zuo Yan said: "He is neither a ghost nor a demon, and of course he can't be said to be a human anymore." He paused, "In other words, most of the people in this village are not human."

Zhao Junfeng felt a cold feeling from his feet, directly spread all over his body, rushing to his head, his thoughts were so frozen that he stopped.

"What do you mean... you are not human anymore?"

Zuo Yan said, "Don't you want to know why he killed you?"

Zhao Junfeng nodded.

Don't talk about him, the rest of them want to know.

He Bao whispered to He Ziyang, "The little panda knows more than us when it sleeps, the boss won't deduct our wages." He doesn't have much money this month.

He Ziyang counted with his fingers, "I still have some savings..."

He Bao's eyes lit up, "Brother..."

"Dabao... I may not be able to support you."

"Don't call me that! Tell me, don't you want to spend money on me!"

He Ziyang said with difficulty: "You eat a lot." He also turns around to pick out good food, unlike him, who can eat a carrot for a day.

He Bao: Why don't I kill you!

Zuo Yan listened to the whispers of the two next to him in dismay, and looked at Si Jia with hopeful eyes.

Can I kill them both?

Si Jia leaned on the table with one hand and leaned on his chin, blinking his eyes lightly.

Zuo Yan got support, and quietly stretched out his feet...

"He Ziyang! My brother, my pain is in vain..." The two heads were close together, and the eyelashes brushed each other's eyelids.

Zuo Yan withdrew his foot, and ran to Si Jia's side in a hurry, guilty...

Zhao Junfeng didn't notice this, and asked Zuo Yan, "What do you know?"

Zuo Yan said seriously: "If we want to talk about this issue, we have to start from 200 years ago. At that time, Zhengjia Village was not Zhengjia Village, but an inconspicuous small town. However, there was a very famous troupe in this town. The troupe's surname was Zheng, a good opera singer, died young.

The foster son Qingxiu is a prodigy of Peking opera. The young man was born with a weak body, but he supports the entire troupe. However, the three sons of the troupe owner are useless.

The theater troupe became famous, attracting a powerful commander and his wife to often come to listen to the opera.

After a while, the righteous son was very sick, and the three sons were afraid that the commander would blame him and the theater troupe would decline, so they invited Taoist priests to make a decoction. "

Zhao Junfeng was confused, "What do you say this has to do with them?"

Zuo Yan glanced at him, then listened, didn't get there!

Zhao Junfeng rubbed his nose, and carefully glanced at the person behind him, "Go on."

"The Taoist's medicine saved the adopted son from a life-and-death situation and won the trust of the third son of the Zheng family.

Later, the second son of the Zheng family passed away suddenly, causing the remaining two sons to worry. At this time, the Taoist priest suggested that he could save them, but the method was against the harmony of nature. The eldest Zheng refused, and died suddenly a few days later. Believe it, listen to it and believe it..."

"Are you talking about books?" He Bao interrupted him again, scratching his head.

Zuo Yan: ... mmp, do you want to listen or not!I'm introducing the background!Save a while and ask questions!

"You say, I promise not to interrupt you."

Zuo Yan took a deep breath, uh... what did you just say?

Zhao Junfeng asked, "The Taoist priest can save them, why is Boss Zheng not willing?"

Zuo Yan looked at the people at the door and said, "Because the method is too disgusting, it cannot be done by humans."

"What is it?" Zhao Junfeng had a premonition in his heart when he thought about the dead bodies and the children's bodies.

Zuo Yan turned his head and said, "It's not random people who kill people to take blood, but their own blood relatives. The closer the relatives are, the better the medicine will be."

blood relatives!

Zhao Junfeng was stunned, "You mean...those corpses, those bones are all..."

Zuo Yan said: "The town at that time was no different from the current Zhengjia Village. There were many people with the surname Zheng, and most of them were relatives. The Zheng family had prospered for two or three generations, and there were many close relatives. It started with distant relatives, and later bewitched by Taoist priests, my own son was able to do it."

The village head has been listening in silence, and the rest of the people have never known that this kind of thing happened to the Zheng family before, and they were terrified when they heard him say it sentence by sentence.

"Killing one's own son, taking blood to make medicine, human beings can think of anything, and they can do it. Then?" He Ziyang asked, leaning on the pillar and rubbing his chin.

Zuo Yan said: "After more than ten years, the Taoist priest killed Zheng Laosan one night, took his heart and left in a cool way, and released the dead souls of the Zheng family who were suppressed for more than ten years.

The ghosts invaded the Zheng family and killed many people. That night, the Zheng family theater caught fire, leaving only a few Zheng family members alive.

Later, the rest of the Zheng family invited monks and suppressed the ghosts. The Zheng family left and stayed, just like history, and few people mentioned it again.

And the village chief in front of us is the son of Zheng Laosan, Zheng Huang. "

At this moment, the village chief finally made a move. He raised his eyelids, stared at him with sinister eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know a lot."

I watched it in 3D, and the visual effect was fantastic.

Zuo Yan stared at him, "You also know a lot, moreover, you are more ruthless than your father, he at least left you behind, you have lived for so long, and you have not left a single child, the green out of the blue is better than the blue."

The village chief smiled viciously, "No, how could I survive until now."

He Ziyang said: "This Taoist priest should use the body of Zheng Laosan to nourish yin, and kill it when it is useless. But, little panda, you didn't say anything, why did they do this?"

Zuo Yan shook his head, and from the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the man was looking at him lightly, which made him suddenly think of the sentence, "Selling candied haws."

Zhao Junfeng also asked, "Is this vicious method just for longevity?"

The village head laughed, as if mocking his ignorance.

Zuo Yan said, "It's not longevity, it's just that I don't want to die."

"What do you mean?"

"The Zheng family has a genetic disease, and there is almost a 90.00% possibility of a direct blood male male will die suddenly, and the longest can only live to 45.

The Patriarch of the Zheng family passed away at 33, and Zheng's second child just passed the weak crown. This disease cannot be detected normally, and it only occurs once when it really occurs, and it is only once in a lifetime. "