Spirit Realm Walker

Zhang Yuanqing and Xiao Yuan immediately stopped talking. Xiao Yuan sat back on the high-backed chair, put her long legs together, and turned her face towards him, while Zhang Yuanqing also turned his face towards her.

Like an angry couple who just had an argument.

Between "companion" and "justice", they failed to understand each other.

Kou Beiyue understands very well. He knows Xiao Yuan's feelings for his companions. Xiao Yuan is Master Wuhen's most effective assistant, responsible for recruitment, review, recording and other tasks.

Except for a small number of veterans, most of the people in the team were developed by Xiao Yuan. She inspected, contacted, and finally introduced them to Master Wuhen.

She is the front desk of Wuhen Hotel and the front desk of the entire team.

In the past few years, Xiao Yuan watched her companions leave one after another. She said nothing and watched with cold eyes. But every time a person left, Kou Beiyue would see her sitting alone on the top floor of the hotel, sitting there all night.

Groups like them are too lonely and need like-minded partners to help them move forward.

Kou Beiyue could also understand Yuanshi Tianzun. He would always remember the night when he came out of the security captain's house. Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly said he wanted to smoke, but he coughed as soon as he took a puff.

It turns out he doesn't smoke.

After smoking, he went to Qian Tongque Tower, even though it was a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

And this matter actually has nothing to do with him.

"Xiaoyuan, don't you want to know my past? You just happened to catch up, let me tell you."

Uncle Zhang on the bed stared blankly at the ceiling. This old man who was not good at words spoke and thought for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Have you ever heard of the case of massacre in Qinghe County, Yu Province?"

I have never heard of Zhang Yuanqing who never cares about the news.

Xiao Yuan frowned and thought for a few seconds, then said:

"The case where a family of seven only had an eight-year-old child?"

The old man looked at the ceiling and said in a rough voice, "I did it."

Madoka was not surprised, because people like them almost always carry murder cases. She just wanted to know the reason, and said: "Why?"

"In our evil profession, our hands are stained with blood, and we live in this world like unjust ghosts, demanding lives from the world. This sentence was said by 'Ashamed to be a father'. It is so well said that I can't say it out loud. "Uncle Zhang smiled and began to recall the first half of his life.

"I am just an uneducated farmer. I have no other skills except farming. My mother-in-law and I gave birth to four children. One died shortly after birth, one died of illness, and one was abducted by human traffickers. In the end, There is only one seedling left.

"In those days, everyone lived a very difficult life. They had to work in the fields day and night to have enough to eat. They couldn't take care of their children. Every household had babies that would not survive. It would be great to have a single child.

"When I raised my son until he was twenty-two years old, I married him a wife. The next year, I gave birth to a fat little boy. The little grandson is so cute, much like his father when he was young."

Zhang Yuanqing and Xiao Yuan listened to his ramble, and neither of them interrupted, because when he talked about these past events, the old man's eyes were bright, which diluted his sad face.

"When my grandson was six years old, the couple died in a car accident. They were hit by someone. I heard that the person who killed them seemed to be drunk. He abandoned the car and ran away. He staggered as he ran. Know the truth and falsehood.

“That man’s family was very powerful in the local area and had money and connections. During the lawsuit, his family got him a mental illness certificate, and then he was fine.

"The lawyer told me that it is not illegal to kill someone while mentally ill. As a farmer, I don't understand the law and I don't know what the reasoning behind this is." The old man laughed, his smile was sad and helpless: "Oh, there is no reason to be unreasonable."

"I refused to accept it. I said I couldn't win the case, so I went to Beijing to file a complaint. They brought people to beat me. Seven or eight people pushed me on the field ridge and pressed my face into the mud. It hurt. It hurt. It bothered me for most of my life. Later, people wandered around my house every day. They took away my ID card and refused to allow me to ride in the car. They also threatened me, saying that if I didn’t want my family’s cubs to have an accident, I should stop causing trouble. All People told me to forget it. The cub is still so young and someone has to raise it. I thought about it and forget it."

"My wife left the next year. She was just a woman with shallow eyes. She couldn't figure it out after much thought, so she jumped into the river."

His voice was very calm, as if those old memories could no longer shake his heart, but under the light, his shiny black face seemed to be getting more and more sad.

"But I can't leave. I still have a grandson to raise, and I have to support his education. He has lost his parents, so he can't live without his grandfather. Farming can't afford for him to go to school, so I go out to do part-time work during the slack time. I saved dollar by dollar, and by the time he was in high school, I had saved tens of thousands. I thought he would be able to go to college, so I did something I hadn’t done that year.”

"During the Spring Festival of that year, I bought a sharp knife, hid it in my waist, took a bus into the city, and killed two generations of that family. I couldn't do anything to the little baby, so after thinking about it, I forgot about it."

"Afterwards, I fled Qinghe County and hid outside for several years. I stole things and worked as a beggar. The only thing I couldn't let go of was my grandson. I wanted to wait until he graduates from college and gets married, then I can take another look at him, and then... Go and turn yourself in.”

"Unexpectedly, I later became a spiritual practitioner and met Master Wuhen. After he knew my story, he invited me to practice together, forget the past, start over, and be a new person."

"But I always thought about my grandson. I wanted to see if he was doing well, so I quietly returned to my hometown of Qinghe County, only to find out that after the massacre, he was afraid of the revenge of his relatives, so he moved away from Qinghe County and disappeared without a trace. "

Speaking of this, Uncle Zhang looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, his voice was vicissitudes and hoarse, but very gentle:

"Yuanshi Tianzun, you are a good person. If I could have met such a good official like you back then, I might not be where I am today. Beiyue is lucky, and I envy him very much."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't speak, and listened expressionlessly. He didn't know what expression to use in response to this compliment, so he simply had no expression at all.

Uncle Zhang continued:

"About half a month ago, I met him in Jinghai City. He also became a spiritual realm walker and joined the Five Elements Alliance. It's great to have an establishment.

"After I inquired in detail, I found that his situation is not very good and he has never been promoted. This kid is too honest and not cunning enough."

When Zhang Yuanqing heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at the old man:

"Your grandson is Wei Yuanzhou?!"

The old man nodded slowly: "His real name is Wei Yuanzhou, my surname is not Zhang, my surname is Wei."

Zhang Yuanqing was caught off guard and was confused for a long time before saying:

"Then, why did you want to assassinate Long Live White Tiger? Wei Yuanzhou knows these things?"

"In this killing dungeon of the extraordinary realm, there are many people in the lawful camp who are promoted to saints, but the position of deacon is limited. Yuan Zhou has endured for so many years. I can't let anyone affect his future. This is what I can do for him. , the last thing, I want to make it up to him. He doesn’t know what I did. If he knew, he would definitely stop me." Uncle Zhang tilted his head and looked at Xiao Yuan:

"I'm sorry, I failed Master Wuhen and you all. I'm done."

Zhang Yuanqing stood by the window for a long time and suddenly rubbed his face hard.

At that moment, he said in his heart that if he didn't care, Bai Hu was still alive anyway, so he could choose to compensate him in a subtle way.

But when the words came to his lips, what came out was: "Thank you for informing me. According to the rules, I am going to arrest you. Is there anything else you want to say?"

The old man's old voice said:

"Please give me a day. I still have some unfulfilled wishes. Tomorrow night, I will go back to Wuhen Hotel and follow you."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Okay! I'll wait for you at the Wuhen Hotel. I hope you will keep your promise."

He turned to Madoka: "I will plead for him and fight for life imprisonment!"

Madoka's expression showed no sadness or joy, and she nodded lightly.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her again, hesitated to speak, and finally walked out of the room without saying anything.

In the corridor, Kou Beiyue leaned against the wall, his head lowered, and stood there silently.

His face was full of frustration.

Zhang Yuanqing originally wanted him to get a room card, and he wanted to stay next door. Seeing this, he didn't say anything, and his body turned into a starlight and escaped directly into the room.

The room was dark, but for the Night Traveler, darkness was home.

He entered the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth, then returned to the room and lay on the bed. After sending a text message to Guan Ya to report that he was safe, he stared at the dark ceiling in a daze.

The story of Uncle Zhang echoed over and over in my mind, as if I saw an old farmer who could no longer straighten his back, cultivating in the fields day after day, working year after year, using a pair of rough and cracked hands, stubbornly Raised grandchildren.

It wasn't until the murder case that year that he stood up again, but he had become a wanted criminal.

What Shi Chang had said seemed to echo in his ears again: Evil professions are the karma of human beings themselves.

He hates evil professions, but he sympathizes with them. He sympathizes with the "unworthy father" who is unwilling to reconcile with the world. He sympathizes with Kou Beiyue who was wronged and humiliated. He also sympathizes with Uncle Zhang who endures humiliation and burden for his grandson.

He now knew what drove an old farmer into an evil profession.

But as Uncle Zhang said, none of this makes sense!

It's dawn at Jinghai People's Hospital.

In a secluded corner, Uncle Zhang, wearing a tattered coat, with dark, shiny skin and wrinkles, said softly:

"Don't worry, grandpa has taken care of everything. Just pretend you don't know about this matter and it won't affect your future."

Opposite him was a young man wearing formal clothes, handsome and calm, with a gentle temperament.

It was Wei Yuanzhou.

Wei Yuanzhou asked while looking around:

"I didn't expect that it would be Yuanshi Tianzun who came. How did you tell him?"

Uncle Zhang briefly told what happened.

After hearing this, Wei Yuanzhou nodded slowly, remained silent for a moment, and asked:

"What if he can't save you?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head: "That is grandpa's fate. If grandpa has lived for so many years, he has already had enough. That's it."

His weather-beaten face showed a touch of softness: "Xiaozhou, grandpa is very satisfied to see you like this. Grandpa has been sorry for you and made you suffer all these years."

Wei Yuanzhou waved his hand and interrupted him, "I understand, there are many people here, so you should go back first."

Uncle Zhang glanced at him for a few times, as if he wanted to imprint his grandson's face in his mind. Then he turned around reluctantly. After taking a few steps, Wei Yuanzhou's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Grandpa, you didn't kill him on purpose, right?"

Uncle Zhang stopped and remained silent.

Wei Yuanzhou said in a deep voice:

"If you don't kill him, how can I be a deacon? I told you, because of you, my family background rating has always been B. Unless I make great achievements, I can't compete with him.

"You've hurt me once, why don't you help me?"

Uncle Zhang's old face showed vicissitudes of life and said:

"Grandpa doesn't want to kill anyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently.

"Cough! Cough! Cough"

There seemed to be thick phlegm stuck in his throat. He coughed hoarsely, his face turned red when he coughed, his forehead felt hot when he coughed, and all he exhaled was hot breath.

He was sick, very sick.

"puff!"

A sharp blade pierced his heart from behind, and the tip of the knife pierced out of his chest.

In my ears, I heard the voice of Wei Yuanzhou gritting his teeth:

"Grandpa, if you go to the Songhai branch, I will be exposed. You can't hide it from them. Instead of doing this, why not give me the credit. With your credit, I can be promoted to deacon. You also hope that I became a deacon, right.”

Huge pain came over me, and I couldn't tell whether it came from my heart or from my heart.

Uncle Zhang's cloudy eyes flashed with pain, sadness, and disappointment, but there was no surprise. In the end, everything turned into relief.

His lips trembled slightly as he spoke his last words:

"That's fine."

This is the last thing grandpa can give you.

"Ring ring ring"

Hearing the familiar ringing tone of the phone, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up in a dying illness, his heart stopped.

He took out the mobile phone under the pillow and looked at the caller ID. It was Guan Ya calling.

Didn't you say you'd go back tonight? Why call me so early in the morning? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart, answered the phone, and said lazily:

"Sister Guan Ya, I don't think I need to disturb my erotic dream so early in the morning. In the dream, you were so good that you kept shaking your butt at me."

Guan Ya said angrily:

"Are you going to continue watching me shake my butt in your dreams, or are you going to follow us back to Songhai?"

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Go back to Songhai? Didn't I ask you to wait in the hospital? I will handle this case. You don't have to worry about it. Just wait for the news."

Guan Ya said: "You don't need to deal with it, because it has been dealt with, and the attacker last night has been killed."

"What?!"

Zhang Yuanqing was so excited that all his sleepiness disappeared.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.