On the sequelae of suspended animation + voice

Chapter 2: Captive

The raging flames engulfed the entire Flying Star Pier at once, like the long tongue of a beast.The sky was full of ashes and thick smoke, and he was bound with iron chains backwards and forwards. His former home was burned down in front of his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

Despair and hatred, like the fire that burned down Feixingwu, also burned blazingly deep in his heart...

Zong Nian opened his eyes suddenly, only to realize that his forehead was already covered with sweat.The tragic scene of the burning home full of warm memories is still replaying in front of him, as if he is still struggling with this haunting nightmare.

He dreamed it again and again.

Raising his hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, Zong Nian told himself that his enemy was dead and that the spirits of his loved ones in heaven had been comforted, and that hatred could be let go.But the unsettled mood in my heart became more and more waves.

This feeling seemed to be exerting all the strength of the whole body, but it was only hit into a ball of cotton wool.Even though all his enemies were dead, he didn't feel the slightest sense of pleasure of revenge, and felt depressed, as if his three years of day and night had become a joke.

No audience jokes.

Is it just to accept it like this, and then continue to live incognito?

As soon as this idea came up, Zong Nian directly pinched it down.No, he just accepted it in such a muddleheaded manner, he was not reconciled at all!

An unknown hero helped him destroy his enemy, how could there be such a good thing in the world.There must be something odd about this.It's just that he has been hiding at the bottom of the cliff practicing kung fu for the past three years without caring about world affairs, and the rivers and lakes are always in turmoil. Which sect is wiped out overnight, and which hero is famous for thousands of miles, it may all happen in an instant.When Feixingwu was destroyed back then, not many people cared about it.To find clues bit by bit, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me without some influence and with only my bare hands.

...but at least find out who killed his enemies.

Sitting alone on the second floor of the tavern, squinting his eyes and looking at the two fast horses passing by downstairs, Zong Nian took a sip of wine.

He has returned to his hometown, Hangnan, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River where Feixingwu used to be.After the parents committed suicide and the disciples were slaughtered, their bodies, together with Feixingwu, were all buried in a fire, with nothing left.

When I was still at the bottom of the cliff, I swore that the enemy would come back shamelessly if he didn't die, but he didn't expect to be able to set foot on this place where he was raised so soon.

With two taels of sake and a plate of peanuts, you can live a leisurely day.People in Hangnan are relatively slow-tempered. Others see them in a hurry, but they themselves are not in a hurry. One day can last as long as two days.It seems to be far away from the hustle and bustle of the rivers and lakes here, and you can steal half a day's life.After only staying for two days, Zong Nian felt that he had returned to the carefree life of his childhood.

He also came here to eat peanuts with others, but at that time, he was under the age, the person would not let him drink, and he insisted on greedy him, so annoyed that he sat in protest without saying a word, until the other party chuckled With a sound, a bowl of wine was handed over—the wine was too strong, and he choked and coughed.

Somewhat nostalgic for the situation at that time, Zong Nian picked up a fried peanut and put it on another empty white porcelain plate.

While feigning death, she was devoted to revenge and did not dare to get involved with anyone. She took the secret medicine "Buddha Heart" given by her mother before committing suicide, and when she woke up, she was thrown into a mass grave as a corpse. lonely soul.

But this time, the enemy is dead, does it prove that he can return to the world?

He picked up a few more peanuts and placed them around the previous peanuts one by one.

However, Zong Nian thought about it, and the only thing he could rely on right now was his father's younger brother, his own younger brother, Yu Ge, the master of the Zhanfengmen.He is a loyal man, and when he heard that Feixingwu was in trouble, he came to rescue immediately, but it was too late.Moreover, no one knew about Zong Nian being taken away. Everyone believed that he and his parents died in the fire. When he was imprisoned in Qingguangzhuang, he vaguely heard the news that Zhanfengmen and Qingguangzhuang broke off diplomatic relations and became enemies. rumor.

Then go to the uncle first.Zong Nian made a decision in his mind, weighed his purse again, and found that he had spent all his travel expenses again helplessly.Do I have to go to the post station to move goods again?No, no, it was to hide my identity before, but I am a young hero after all, and I don't need to hide now, so why can't I do some great things like robbing the rich and helping the poor?Zong Nian rolled his dark eyes, and an idea came to his mind.

Then let's go to Liu Yuanwai's house tonight. I heard that he is a fat man who loves money, and he will definitely help the poor.

Zong Nian nodded with a straight face, and immediately decided that he would be a righteous young hero who robbed the rich and gave to the poor in the future.He was a bit mischievous when he was young, but now that there is less pressure for revenge, his suppressed and dull temperament slowly emerged a little bit.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Zong Nian was the only person on the second floor, but suddenly another person staggered up.He lowered his head, holding a jug of wine in one hand, his black hair was messy and untied, he plopped down on another table, only one table away from Zong Nian.

The man was drunk, he was wearing black clothes, the materials seemed to be of very good quality, his steps when he walked in were frivolous but not chaotic at all, he must be some kind of Jianghu guy who is doing well, but for some reason he got drunk in a tavern.

He was lying on the table, taking a sip of the wine in his hand from time to time, obviously drunk.

Zong Nian has been away from the world for three years, and he has no choice but to find that many things are far from what he knew at the beginning.

Although he feels that there is no need to completely hide his traces, and he no longer operates the Jiekong method all the time, but he still has the vigilance Zongnian. The gangsters who got drunk continued to get along, so they wanted to get up and leave.

However, as soon as he stood up, he heard someone say in a low hoarse voice.

"At the time when I attended the meeting with you, I never expected that today would happen... If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have gone in to talk to you."

Zong Nian was taken aback by the Jianghu man who suddenly spoke, and then found that his voice was so hoarse as if he had just cried.Relating to what he said when he was drunk just now, Zong Nian guessed that he might have had a fight with the woman he loves.

But the quarrel may not be to the extent of getting drunk... Could it be because of a misunderstanding that the other party is married?

Zong Nian couldn't help thinking about several plots in his mind, and when he realized it, he felt that his behavior was a bit ridiculous.

Let's go now.

But he still cared a little bit in his heart. When passing by that person, Zong Nian couldn't help saying: "Brother, too much alcohol hurts your body, it's better to drink less." This sentence was used by his mother often. He came to persuade his drink-loving father, but he didn't expect him to say the same thing to a stranger in the tavern at this time, which was a bit strange.

Hearing his voice, the drunk Jianghu man suddenly trembled all over, and suddenly loosened his hand holding the flagon pot, and the sound of the flagon pot shattering rang clear and clear throughout the second floor.

His strange reaction made Zong Nian feel guilty, thinking that his sudden conversation was too abrupt, and was about to apologize, when he saw the man suddenly raised his head from the table, looking straight at him with incomparably precise eyes, The gloomy eyes don't look like a friendly person.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to interrupt—" Zong Nian was a little embarrassed, and at the same time complained about his meddling.

The other party stared at him, his eyes became redder, and it was impossible to tell whether it was because of drunkenness or anger.

Now things are bad.Zong Nian secretly calculated in his heart that if the opponent made a move later, he would have a [-]% chance of winning.Because he suddenly found that he couldn't see the depth of this person, as if the other party had also practiced Jiankong.

"Brother, I—"

Just as he was about to explain again, the other party suddenly got into trouble. The hand that was holding the jug hit his throat straight!

Zong Nian was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, but in an instant he found that the other hand of the other party had hit his acupuncture point like lightning.

It turned out that the throat lock was a fake move to trick him... Before falling into a coma, Zong Nian thought regretfully.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how long it had been.Zong Nian wanted to move, but found that he couldn't move at all. It seemed that he had been given another acupuncture technique that he had never seen before when he was in a coma.

Tell you to mind your own business!Regret in Zong Nian's heart didn't help. He looked around helplessly, and found that he seemed to be sitting on a chair. There was no candle in the room, so he couldn't tell what he looked like.

The martial arts of the people who kidnapped him are much higher than his own. Most of these people have weird behaviors and unpredictable personalities. Zong Nian can't figure out what the other party's actions are trying to do to him, but he knows that there is no way this time Fake death again.

Not long after, the door was suddenly knocked open.

Before he looked up, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol in his nostrils.Zong Nian frowned, and saw a black figure stumbling towards him.Zong Nian's heart tightened, thinking that the other party was about to attack, but he didn't expect the other party to sit directly on the floor near his chair.

Probably, masters are weird... Zong Nian had no choice but to comfort himself like this.The man sat on the ground and started drinking again without saying a word. After a few sips, the hoarse voice rang out again.

"He was only ten years old when I met him."

Ten years old... Isn't that a little girl?This man... Zong Nian pursed his lips in disgust.

"With a swollen face, she looks extremely cute."

Zong Nian couldn't accept what he said with a drunken tone and a smile once he put this scene on an uncle and a ten-year-old girl.

"After that, I often went to see him, as if I couldn't get enough of him. The more I saw him, the more I wanted to see him."

Zong Nian suddenly had a strange idea, this person must find someone to express his affection after he is drunk, right?

"But...but he has..."

His words suddenly became trembling, as if he couldn't continue, he just swallowed the wine, and when the pot of wine was drained, the room became quiet.Zong Nian was very familiar with this kind of quietness, because he was also so quiet when he was practicing in the cave.

For some reason, although there was no sound, Zong Nian felt that another person in the room seemed to be silently sad.Perhaps in the darkness, there are tears that others cannot see.

The author has something to say:

Zong Nian: It's fine if you can't take revenge yourself, why did you let me meet a pervert again?Does the author have a grudge against me?