Faraway Wanderers

"My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Chengling." The young man sat down, his round face was black with all kinds of colors, but even though his clothes were torn to pieces, he could still see the background color of the brocade clearly, he was not a commoner Home can afford, "Zhou..."

He paused, not knowing what to call this beggar-like, laid-back man.

"Just call him uncle." Zhou Zishu said brazenly.

Zhang Chengling squeezed out a smile, unsuccessfully, and lowered his head again. When he lowered his head like this, all he could see was the deserted temple ground covered with dust and thatch, and his heart was at a loss. The accident was so great that his mind could not keep up with the progress of the situation.

Gu Xiang muttered: "Zhang Chengling? It seems a bit familiar."

Zhou Zishu then asked: "Is your father a hero of Nanhe Village?"

Gu Xiang was taken aback, and blurted out, "Are you Zhang Yusen's son?"

The unbelievable expression on his face was not concealed at all, and he blatantly expressed his doubts about "how could Zhang Yusen have such a useless son like you".

Zhang Chengling obviously caught a glimpse of her expression, buried his head lower, and clenched his hands into fists, shrinking at his sides.

Zhou Zishu hurriedly interrupted Gu Xiang's extremely destructive mental attack. He had already discovered the girl's ability to say what others didn't like to hear, so he coughed dryly and said, "I didn't realize it, I'm sorry and disrespectful."

Gu Xiang asked like crackling beans: "Your father seems to be a bit famous... We have heard about it when we arrived the day before yesterday. It is said that he was very capable when he was young. In the past few years, his family has become a big business, so he half-hidden." He settled here as if he had retreated, and he didn't get involved in anything. There are still a lot of Qing people with good martial arts living in the village, and no one wants to cause trouble for them. Such an old man, why would he hunt and kill his son in the middle of the night? "

There was a kind of disdain and contempt in her tone, and the old woman on the side became dissatisfied, and said: "My master is a first-class benevolent person, a hero, with a kind heart and a great sense of justice. If you look for him, no matter if you know him or not, you will help him with generous donations..."

Gu Xiang sneered, and said in a strange way: "Okay, ma'am, we all know that this kid has a capable and good old man, what can a hero do, why not be chased and hacked in the middle of the night..."

That Zhang Yusen was only fifty years old, and he deserved his reputation if he said that he was highly respected. In his early years, he rarely took part in activities in the arena when he married a wife and had children. Respectful.Zhou Zishu felt that after all, the dead were the most important, and the girl might have no intentions, but she was too disrespectful, so he interrupted her and asked, "Who is the one who chased you just now?"

Zhang Chengling was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's Xue Fang, the hanged ghost."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who are you talking about?"

Zhou Zishu and Gu Xiang almost spoke in unison, Zhou Zishu frowned, and Gu Xiang looked strangely surprised.

Zhang Chengling paused word by word and said: "It's the hanged ghost Xue Fang, I've heard people call him that..."

He suddenly took a deep breath, as if he remembered something and understood something, the blood, fireworks, and screams of the whole night all appeared in front of his eyes, he trembled, his face turned pale, his whole body twitched, and he couldn't even speak .

Gu Xiang was taken aback, pointed at him and said, "He's not a shofar wind, is he?"

Zhou Zishu supported Zhang Chengling with a dignified face, and stretched out his hand to brush his sleeping hole. The boy was soft enough to be in his arms, and carefully put him aside, Zhou Zishu sighed: "It's just that I realized it What's the matter, it's caused by the blow to his mind, let him sleep first."

He turned his head and asked the bewildered old woman: "Ma'am, but has someone plotted against the Zhang family?"

The old woman looked at Zhang Chengling like that, and lost her mind. She turned her nose and tears up and down for a long time before she could explain the matter clearly - in the middle of the night, the backyard of Zhang's house suddenly caught fire, and then a group of people who didn't know where they came from Where did the man in black come from, falling from the sky like a ghost.

The most frightening thing is that none of the "masters" who are usually alarmed by a little trouble can get up, and they don't know when they got their way.

Only that old Li, an odd man, came to the bank of Suzhou River five years ago to do some small ferry work. The family's food is the Qing Ke thugs who are raised by others, he doesn't want to do this, he is here to repay the favor.

Thanks to such a freak, he reluctantly left such a bloodline for the old Zhang family.

After a long while, Zhou Zishu sighed: "That brother Li is really a stranger in the world." He turned to the old woman again. , would only shed tears along with her, "Does Madam have any relatives?"

The old woman nodded and said, "I have a nephew in the south of the city."

Zhou Zishu then took out an ingot of gold ingot from his bosom, handed it to her, and said, "Take this and find your own way out. I think you have been loyal to this place with the young master of the Zhang family, and that's it." When you are old, don't sleep with the wind and meals."

The old woman took the money, bit her teeth subconsciously, and then reacted, smiled a little embarrassedly, and she didn't cry anymore, and said in a brisk tone, "Yes, the old slave is so old , is also a drag on the young master."

She took the money, and she didn't want to stay in this place full of thatched dead people for a moment, so she said she wanted to leave, thinking of her as someone who would light a fire and do rough work, and no one would do anything to her, so Zhou Zishu didn't say anything, just looked at her Thank you so much for leaving.

At midnight, Zhou Zishu felt as if his chest had been pricked by a small needle, and he knew that the seven orifices and three autumn nails were at work again. The pain was not the pain of tearing flesh, nor the dull pain of internal injury, but like It was as if someone took a small knife and cut off the meridians of his whole body inch by inch.

Fortunately, he has been used to it for more than a year, and he has never shown it as if nothing had happened. He is wearing a human skin mask, and Gu Xiang can't see his face.

Thinking of her inattention when she mentioned Zhang Yusen, and the master who never saw the end of the dragon, Zhou Zishu forced himself to distract himself and asked, "Is that brother from the restaurant today not with you?"

Gu Xiang was taken aback, first asked: "How did you know he was with me?" Then he nodded and said, "Yes, you heard us talking—I said when I asked you that question, how did you talk to my family? The master said the same."

She pouted, disdainful of this kind of cheating.

Zhou Zishu smiled and said, "Yes, is your master here too?"

Gu Xiang sat on the incense table, his legs didn't touch the ground, he swayed and tilted his head, looking very innocent and cute, when he asked, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he shrugged his shoulders: "I'll meet him as an old friend. "

Zhou Zishu only said that the man in gray kept such a beautiful girl by his side and thought she was a concubine or something, so he looked at her suspiciously.

Gu Xiang wrinkled his nose, glared at him, and scolded: "What do you think I am doing? He is going to sleep with a man. Could it be that my aunt is watching outside the window and listening?"

Zhou Zishu coughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed, and rubbed his nose: "My girl..."

Gu Xiang bared his teeth at him like a little beast, then turned around as if thinking of something, poked the young Zhang Chengling with the tip of his toe: "Do you believe what he said? That man in black is a hanged ghost ?”

Zhou Zishu hesitated for a moment: "If...he means Qingzhuling, the hanged ghosts of the evil ghosts..."

Gu Xiang gave him a mocking look: "You know a lot, how many hanged ghosts are there in this world?"

Zhou Zishu shook his head before he was about to speak. The dull pain in his chest made his voice pause for a moment, and he could only pretend to be in deep thought. After a while, he calmed down and said: "It is said that there is a valley in Fengya Mountain and Qingzhu Ridge, which is called Ghost Valley. , In recent years, the heinous criminals and asylum-seekers in the rivers and lakes have nowhere to go, so they go to the ghost valley. Once they enter the ghost valley, they will no longer be human, and the grievances and grievances in the world will be exhausted. If they can survive in the ghost valley, they will be considered dead. The legend about Ghost Valley is too scary, so the enemies don't care about it anymore. I heard that Xue Fang, the hanged ghost, was a notorious flower picker back then. He carried the lives of 26 young men and women, including the head of Emei. The disciple of the closed door was hunted down by the six sects, and had no choice but to hide in Qingzhuling Ghost Valley."

Gu Xiang blinked: "Then tell me, is it that Xue Fang?"

Zhou Zishu said with a smile: "Then Xue Fang has been famous for 30 years, but he is a vicious person. How could he be dismissed by a little girl like you?"

Gu Xiang was going to have a fit at first, but after thinking about it, he thought it made sense, so he nodded and said: "That's right, if I really let me kill the hanged ghost, it would be smoke from my ancestral grave—but I don't have a father." Mother, I don't know where the ancestral grave is, maybe there is no one at all, and Qingyan must be gone, then he must not be a hanged ghost."

Zhou Zishu didn't understand how the smoke and the hanged ghost were connected by her. Seeing her smug look as if she wanted to understand something, she didn't have the nerve to hit her. The pain in her body was severe, so she kept silent. Leaning on one side with eyes closed, resting, waiting for dawn.

The seven-orifice three-autumn nail must have an attack in the middle of the night every day, so he always goes to bed early, so that he can recharge his energy when the time comes, and stay through half the night. They stood next to each other, until Dongfang turned slightly pale, and then slowly eased off. Zhou Zishu felt that his whole body was already a little numb.

He adjusted his breath a bit, and suddenly, Gu Xiang, who was leaning on the altar and dozing with his head drooping, woke up suddenly, his almond eyes rolled around, and he said shortly: "There is someone."

Zhou Zishu frowned, and naturally heard it, and immediately wanted to stand up, but he staggered and didn't stand up. He tilted his head and saw that Gu Xiang was looking at him in surprise, so he could only stand upright slowly while supporting the incense table, while lowering his head. Said: "Legs are numb."

This reason is too bad, so Gu Xiang's expression is even more surprised.

Zhou Zishu was at his weakest at dawn every day, and the short breath adjustment just now failed to calm him down, and he was unwilling to fight with others, so he whispered: "Hide people well, hide for a while."

"Hide? Where to hide?" Gu Xiang stared at him with big ignorant eyes.

Zhou Zishu was momentarily powerless.

It was too late to make any moves. A group of masked men broke into the door well-trained. They saw Zhang Chengling who was unconscious at first glance. A masked man went straight to the point and slashed at the young man with a knife, but he didn't see how he moved. The figure flashed, and the finger that was as thin as the human skin mask on his face pinched the masked man's neck.

The masked man didn't even have time to let out a scream, his whole body twitched, and then he lost his breath.

His ruthless hand really had a deterrent effect, and all the masked people couldn't help but pause, looking warily at this sick man who seemed to be unable to stand still.

Gu Xiang stuck out his tongue secretly, jumped off the incense table, and stood behind Zhou Zishu.

Zhou Zishu took a quick glance and knew that these people were just dressed up in scary ways. Just looking at being so cautious, they must not be dead assassins—if they were the assassins of the skylight before, let alone killed a companion, it would be their own neck that was pinched. In the hands of others, we must also rush to the goal without hesitation.It is definitely not the group of evil spirits in the legend. The evil spirits work independently, and it is impossible for them to be as uniform as these people. It seems that they intend to target the Zhang family.

He straightened his sleeves slowly, as if the tattered clothes were still the long gown with the silver trim. Halfway through the movement, he himself felt that it was inappropriate, so he stopped, smiled to himself, and said: "Everyone, Early in the morning, without even saying hello, just pounce on an unarmed child like this, isn't it disrespectful?"