[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

After the news of Zhang Qiling's body-to-death struggle spread back to the Zhang family's family, the whole family was shocked.

Due to the lack of elite clansmen with unicorn blood, and the legacy left by Qiling of the previous generation, the clan did not immediately run for the new patriarch. If you want to see people, if you die, you need to see corpses.

After the elders of the family gave this order on their behalf, they disappeared and stayed behind closed doors, as if they were afraid of something unknown.

After three chilling months, a strong sense of panic begins to run through the family.Without a suitable Zhang Qiling, it means that the ultimate human sacrifice has disappeared. This is an emergency that has never happened in the past thousand years. No one knows what the future will hold. We can only hope that a new patriarch will be trained as soon as possible.

Then, they found a seven-year-old child who was not even a member of the family and had an unknown origin.But it doesn't matter, the current tribe has long ignored the old concept of family lineage, they have conducted a very short and rigorous training for him, and plan to find an auspicious day in February to push him to the position of patriarch.

But to the shock and joy of countless clan members, on the day when the new patriarch was appointed, Zhang Qiling, who had been missing for three months, miraculously reappeared in the family hall, sitting firmly in the position of patriarch and controlling the overall situation.

And the child who was only seven years old before was standing in front of me without saying a word.

To be honest, although this child is not ugly in appearance, he has nothing in common with Poker Ping, but the look between his brows is very similar to Poker Ping.The only difference is that, unlike the indifference accumulated over the years, this child is numb, and faintly exudes a sense of survival like a trapped animal, with an astonishingly sharp aura.

I looked at him with great interest, but he didn't look at me at all, he looked straight ahead, seeing me like air.

His experience with Poker-Face is somewhat similar, but he doesn't know if Poker-Face will look like him when he was a child.If so, that would be too sad.

In any case, I suddenly felt that everyone's previous struggles had a little meaning-although this child, like us, had a few days to live, at least he didn't have time to suffer so much when he died.As for which is good and which is bad, I can't bear to think about it.

After that, I asked the child two very common questions, but he ignored me. I felt bored, so I took my attention away from him and looked at the old and thick door in front of me.

Behind this door, all the gathered elders, all informed participants, are inside.

Bingberg and Poker Bottle had just entered for a few minutes, but the ending had already been decided.

I lowered my head and silently watched the blood spreading from the crack of the door. I didn't feel anything, as if I had long subconsciously believed that there would be such a day, so my heart was still calm.

The sound insulation of this door is very good, and I'm not curious about what's going on inside, but I just stand a little farther away and rub the blood stains on the soles of my shoes on the wall next to the door in distaste.

Both father and son are extremely neat people, and I waited for no more than 5 minutes before the door was opened from the inside.

Bingshan walked in front, unable to hide the evil spirit on his body, he walked past me without saying a word.

Poker-Face was a few steps behind him, and there was no abnormality in his expression. I ignored the knife he was holding in his backhand, smiled at him and said, "It's over."

Seeing him nodding, I hesitated for two seconds and asked him:

"Brother, in a while, can you accompany me around the country? I want to go back to some places. There is no other meaning. It's all about traveling."

He nodded again and said:

"it is good."

After that day, Bingshan left without warning, without leaving a word or hiding his whereabouts.The guys told me that he went in the direction of the Nepalese border, and then he has been wandering around there, practicing medicine to save people.

The fat man said that he didn't want to be a light bulb and wanted to go back to Beijing to live his last days in An'an, but by chance I found a ticket to Shanghai in his bag.

That night was a farewell banquet exclusively for our Audio-Technica, and we specially invited the master chefs from Louwailou, but the fat man couldn't swallow any food, he just poured wine.

In the end, he dropped his cup and just said, "Fatty, I'm a scumbag, but I just want to see her a little more." After speaking, he caught the flight that night, and went looking for the girl who looked like a cloud all night long. .

After the gap is opened in the middle of the replacement stone, the power is rapidly dissipating, just like you have dug a hole under the bucket, no matter how hard you try to add water, it will not help.

There was not much time left, and Poker-Face and I rested in our own house in Hangzhou for two days before embarking on a journey back.