Chapter 1244: 1244
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The night was deep, but at this moment the whole Taiping mountain area was not so calm. Especially the villagers.
At this moment, the deepest part of the village of dead people, although the mysterious manor has been quietly up, but the villagers of the village are still busy. Especially those young and strong villagers, one by one holding torches back and forth between the dead village and Taiping mountain.
They are now following the orders of clan leader Zhang Laixi, guarding the Taiping mountains in turn. Once they find the traces of Ye Qian and the eagle, they will immediately control them.
In fact, the village of dead people is only a very small village. There are only dozens of families and hundreds of people in the whole village. But at the moment, they mobilized the whole village to celebrate the centenary ceremony and protect the tombs of their ancestors. It's very exciting for you to come and go.
In fact, these villagers didn't know that the so-called Centennial ceremony in the village of dead people was just a well planned fraud. The hard work of the villagers who traveled between the Taiping mountains and the village of the dead was of no avail.
Just when the whole village was boiling, the village head Zhang Laixi was in his home.
At the moment, Zhang Laixi is helpless to pace, smoking the smoke back and forth in his own courtyard, looking at the gradually bright sky, Zhang Laixi's wrinkled face shows a trace of tension, a trace of indescribable sorrow and guilt.
I don't know how long after that, Zhang Laixi's courtyard suddenly made two clear sounds, followed by a low voice of sobs from the backyard of the room will come out.
Hearing the sound of crying, Zhang Laixi was even more nervous. His wrinkled face twitched for two times, which was hard to say.
Although Zhang Laixi is the patriarch of the whole village of dead people, his home does not look very big. There is only a courtyard with mud walls, and then there are several rooms. After all, the whole village does not seem to be too rich.
With the fading night in the sky, a figure suddenly came out of the backyard of Zhang Laixi's house.
The woman was wearing an ordinary peasant woman's dress. She looked extremely thin, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Her red eyes seemed to indicate that something important was going to happen to Zhang Laixi's family.
"Son, his father, you, you come back there!"
Zhang Laixi didn't dare to look up at the woman. She could only say, her eyes seemed to be avoiding.
"My son's father, what's going on in the village today? I think a lot of people are out, aren't they..." While talking, the woman's face actually appeared a look of hope.
But Zhang Laixi coughed twice: "don't guess, it's just that two foreigners entered the tomb, there's nothing wrong with it!"
Hearing Zhang Laixi's words, the woman was full of loss, oh.
Just as the woman was about to turn around and leave, Zhang Laixi took a quick step forward, and then stopped abruptly. Her voice choked and said, "old woman, Ernie, Ernie, are you ok?"
However, Zhang Laixi regretted it immediately after this inquiry, and his face was full of sorrow and sorrow.
The woman shook her head, did not answer positively, but said: "you, you'd better go and see for yourself, after all, it's our child, tomorrow, tomorrow..."
And the woman sobbed again. And Zhang Laixi began to cry.
Carrying his own cigarette bag, Zhang Laixi came to the front door of his home in a big stride, but suddenly stopped.
At the moment, Zhang Laixi was confused and his eyes were hazy with tears. He just opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word. At this time, Zhang Laixi was struggling in his heart and seemed unwilling to face the people in this room no matter what.
Hesitating to stand at the door for a long time, Zhang Laixi just called out: "ah..."
After this, Zhang Laixi did not intend to enter the house, but turned to leave. At the moment, Zhang Laixi is not unwilling to go in to see his daughter for the last time, but is afraid to face his daughter.
However, just as Zhang Laixi was about to rush out of the door, a sweet girl's voice came out of the room.
"Daddy!"
"Dad, can you, can you help me to comb it again for the last time?"
The voice was so soft and soft that it was impossible to refuse.
Standing at the door of his courtyard, Zhang Laixi was filled with tears. The steps that had been ready to leave stopped again, and then walked into the house with tears in his eyes.
At the moment, there are two red candles burning in Zhang Laixi's home. The dim fire light is constantly shining, which makes people feel abnormal peace and some fear.
Zhang Laixi enters the main hall, then turns left and enters a dilapidated small room.
However, just as Zhang Laixi entered the room, a small figure immediately rushed up and hugged Zhang Laixi's thigh and started to cry."Daddy, I don't want my sister to go. I don't want my sister to go. Aren't you the patriarch? Don't all the people in the village listen to you. No, Dad, you told them not to take her away!"
The childish voice echoed in the room. Although it was incoherent, it was sincere.
At the moment, Zhang Laixi is facing his little son's bitter plea, but he has no way. Tears come from Zhang Laixi's eyes.
"Daddy, you talk, you talk. I don't want my sister to leave me, Daddy!"
Seeing Zhang Laixi silent, the little boy began to cry again.
On the contrary, in this room, a figure dressed in bright red slowly moved forward and came to the father and son.
By the dim moonlight outside the house, Zhang Laixi looked up and saw only a 16-7-year-old girl standing in front of her.
The girl has long black hair and a beautiful face. Even if she is wearing a peasant's clothes, she still can't stop her beautiful face. No one would have thought that such a beautiful girl was born in the remote village of Taiping mountains.
Although the girl is now red cloth, but the graceful figure is still not covered.
Especially the most special is that the girl's reputation actually opened a pink Begonia, reflecting her face is so lovely, let people dare not face.
"Ernie, Ernie, yes, it's daddy who's sorry for you. It's dad who's sorry for you."
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The night was deep, but at this moment the whole Taiping mountain area was not so calm. Especially the villagers.
At this moment, the deepest part of the village of dead people, although the mysterious manor has been quietly up, but the villagers of the village are still busy. Especially those young and strong villagers, one by one holding torches back and forth between the dead village and Taiping mountain.
They are now following the orders of clan leader Zhang Laixi, guarding the Taiping mountains in turn. Once they find the traces of Ye Qian and the eagle, they will immediately control them.
In fact, the village of dead people is only a very small village. There are only dozens of families and hundreds of people in the whole village. But at the moment, they mobilized the whole village to celebrate the centenary ceremony and protect the tombs of their ancestors. It's very exciting for you to come and go.
In fact, these villagers didn't know that the so-called Centennial ceremony in the village of dead people was just a well planned fraud. The hard work of the villagers who traveled between the Taiping mountains and the village of the dead was of no avail.
Just when the whole village was boiling, the village head Zhang Laixi was in his home.
At the moment, Zhang Laixi is helpless to pace, smoking the smoke back and forth in his own courtyard, looking at the gradually bright sky, Zhang Laixi's wrinkled face shows a trace of tension, a trace of indescribable sorrow and guilt.
I don't know how long after that, Zhang Laixi's courtyard suddenly made two clear sounds, followed by a low voice of sobs from the backyard of the room will come out.
Hearing the sound of crying, Zhang Laixi was even more nervous. His wrinkled face twitched for two times, which was hard to say.
Although Zhang Laixi is the patriarch of the whole village of dead people, his home does not look very big. There is only a courtyard with mud walls, and then there are several rooms. After all, the whole village does not seem to be too rich.
With the fading night in the sky, a figure suddenly came out of the backyard of Zhang Laixi's house.
The woman was wearing an ordinary peasant woman's dress. She looked extremely thin, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Her red eyes seemed to indicate that something important was going to happen to Zhang Laixi's family.
"Son, his father, you, you come back there!"
Zhang Laixi didn't dare to look up at the woman. She could only say, her eyes seemed to be avoiding.
"My son's father, what's going on in the village today? I think a lot of people are out, aren't they..." While talking, the woman's face actually appeared a look of hope.
But Zhang Laixi coughed twice: "don't guess, it's just that two foreigners entered the tomb, there's nothing wrong with it!"
Hearing Zhang Laixi's words, the woman was full of loss, oh.
Just as the woman was about to turn around and leave, Zhang Laixi took a quick step forward, and then stopped abruptly. Her voice choked and said, "old woman, Ernie, Ernie, are you ok?"
However, Zhang Laixi regretted it immediately after this inquiry, and his face was full of sorrow and sorrow.
The woman shook her head, did not answer positively, but said: "you, you'd better go and see for yourself, after all, it's our child, tomorrow, tomorrow..."
And the woman sobbed again. And Zhang Laixi began to cry.
Carrying his own cigarette bag, Zhang Laixi came to the front door of his home in a big stride, but suddenly stopped.
At the moment, Zhang Laixi was confused and his eyes were hazy with tears. He just opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word. At this time, Zhang Laixi was struggling in his heart and seemed unwilling to face the people in this room no matter what.
Hesitating to stand at the door for a long time, Zhang Laixi just called out: "ah..."
After this, Zhang Laixi did not intend to enter the house, but turned to leave. At the moment, Zhang Laixi is not unwilling to go in to see his daughter for the last time, but is afraid to face his daughter.
However, just as Zhang Laixi was about to rush out of the door, a sweet girl's voice came out of the room.
"Daddy!"
"Dad, can you, can you help me to comb it again for the last time?"
The voice was so soft and soft that it was impossible to refuse.
Standing at the door of his courtyard, Zhang Laixi was filled with tears. The steps that had been ready to leave stopped again, and then walked into the house with tears in his eyes.
At the moment, there are two red candles burning in Zhang Laixi's home. The dim fire light is constantly shining, which makes people feel abnormal peace and some fear.
Zhang Laixi enters the main hall, then turns left and enters a dilapidated small room.
However, just as Zhang Laixi entered the room, a small figure immediately rushed up and hugged Zhang Laixi's thigh and started to cry."Daddy, I don't want my sister to go. I don't want my sister to go. Aren't you the patriarch? Don't all the people in the village listen to you. No, Dad, you told them not to take her away!"
The childish voice echoed in the room. Although it was incoherent, it was sincere.
At the moment, Zhang Laixi is facing his little son's bitter plea, but he has no way. Tears come from Zhang Laixi's eyes.
"Daddy, you talk, you talk. I don't want my sister to leave me, Daddy!"
Seeing Zhang Laixi silent, the little boy began to cry again.
On the contrary, in this room, a figure dressed in bright red slowly moved forward and came to the father and son.
By the dim moonlight outside the house, Zhang Laixi looked up and saw only a 16-7-year-old girl standing in front of her.
The girl has long black hair and a beautiful face. Even if she is wearing a peasant's clothes, she still can't stop her beautiful face. No one would have thought that such a beautiful girl was born in the remote village of Taiping mountains.
Although the girl is now red cloth, but the graceful figure is still not covered.
Especially the most special is that the girl's reputation actually opened a pink Begonia, reflecting her face is so lovely, let people dare not face.
"Ernie, Ernie, yes, it's daddy who's sorry for you. It's dad who's sorry for you."
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The night was deep, but at this moment the whole Taiping mountain area was not so calm. Especially the villagers. At this moment, the deepest part of the village of dead people, although the mysterious manor has been quietly up, but the villagers of the village are still busy. Especially those young and strong villagers, one by one holding torches back and forth between the dead village and Taiping mountain. They are now following the orders of clan leader Zhang Laixi, guarding the Taiping mountains in turn. Once they find the traces of Ye Qian and the eagle, they will immediately control them. In fact, the village of dead people is only a very small village. There are only dozens of families and hundreds of people in the whole village. But at the moment, they mobilized the whole village to celebrate the centenary ceremony and protect the tombs of their ancestors. It's very exciting for you to come and go. In fact, these villagers didn't know that the so-called Centennial ceremony in the village of dead people was just a well planned fraud. The hard work of the villagers who traveled between the Taiping mountains and the village of the dead was of no avail. Just when the whole village was boiling, the village head Zhang Laixi was in his home. At the moment, Zhang Laixi is helpless to pace, smoking the smoke back and forth in his own courtyard, looking at the gradually bright sky, Zhang Laixi's wrinkled face shows a trace of tension, a trace of indescribable sorrow and guilt. I don't know how long after that, Zhang Laixi's courtyard suddenly made two clear sounds, followed by a low voice of sobs from the backyard of the room will come out. Hearing the sound of crying, Zhang Laixi was even more nervous. His wrinkled face twitched for two times, which was hard to say. Although Zhang Laixi is the patriarch of the whole village of dead people, his home does not look very big. There is only a courtyard with mud walls, and then there are several rooms. After all, the whole village does not seem to be too rich. With the fading night in the sky, a figure suddenly came out of the backyard of Zhang Laixi's house. The woman was wearing an ordinary peasant woman's dress. She looked extremely thin, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. Her red eyes seemed to indicate that something important was going to happen to Zhang Laixi's family. "Son, his father, you, you come back there!" Zhang Laixi didn't dare to look up at the woman. She could only say, her eyes seemed to be avoiding. "My son's father, what's going on in the village today? I think a lot of people are out, aren't they..." While talking, the woman's face actually appeared a look of hope. But Zhang Laixi coughed twice: "don't guess, it's just that two foreigners entered the tomb, there's nothing wrong with it!" Hearing Zhang Laixi's words, the woman was full of loss, oh. Just as the woman was about to turn around and leave, Zhang Laixi took a quick step forward, and then stopped abruptly. Her voice choked and said, "old woman, Ernie, Ernie, are you ok?" However, Zhang Laixi regretted it immediately after this inquiry, and his face was full of sorrow and sorrow. The woman shook her head, did not answer positively, but said: "you, you'd better go and see for yourself, after all, it's our child, tomorrow, tomorrow..." And the woman sobbed again. And Zhang Laixi began to cry. Carrying his own cigarette bag, Zhang Laixi came to the front door of his home in a big stride, but suddenly stopped. At the moment, Zhang Laixi was confused and his eyes were hazy with tears. He just opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word. At this time, Zhang Laixi was struggling in his heart and seemed unwilling to face the people in this room no matter what. Hesitating to stand at the door for a long time, Zhang Laixi just called out: "ah..." After this, Zhang Laixi did not intend to enter the house, but turned to leave. At the moment, Zhang Laixi is not unwilling to go in to see his daughter for the last time, but is afraid to face his daughter. However, just as Zhang Laixi was about to rush out of the door, a sweet girl's voice came out of the room. "Daddy!" "Dad, can you, can you help me to comb it again for the last time?" The voice was so soft and soft that it was impossible to refuse. Standing at the door of his courtyard, Zhang Laixi was filled with tears. The steps that had been ready to leave stopped again, and then walked into the house with tears in his eyes. At the moment, there are two red candles burning in Zhang Laixi's home. The dim fire light is constantly shining, which makes people feel abnormal peace and some fear. Zhang Laixi enters the main hall, then turns left and enters a dilapidated small room. However, just as Zhang Laixi entered the room, a small figure immediately rushed up and hugged Zhang Laixi's thigh and started to cry."Daddy, I don't want my sister to go. I don't want my sister to go. Aren't you the patriarch? Don't all the people in the village listen to you. No, Dad, you told them not to take her away!" The childish voice echoed in the room. Although it was incoherent, it was sincere. At the moment, Zhang Laixi is facing his little son's bitter plea, but he has no way. Tears come from Zhang Laixi's eyes. "Daddy, you talk, you talk. I don't want my sister to leave me, Daddy!" Seeing Zhang Laixi silent, the little boy began to cry again. On the contrary, in this room, a figure dressed in bright red slowly moved forward and came to the father and son. By the dim moonlight outside the house, Zhang Laixi looked up and saw only a 16-7-year-old girl standing in front of her. The girl has long black hair and a beautiful face. Even if she is wearing a peasant's clothes, she still can't stop her beautiful face. No one would have thought that such a beautiful girl was born in the remote village of Taiping mountains. Although the girl is now red cloth, but the graceful figure is still not covered. Especially the most special is that the girl's reputation actually opened a pink Begonia, reflecting her face is so lovely, let people dare not face. "Ernie, Ernie, yes, it's daddy who's sorry for you. It's dad who's sorry for you." www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
