Zhou Dagu took a step back and looked at Ah San: "What are you going to do? Do you believe what he says?"
"I don't believe it, but I can't kill him. The tattoo on his body is a blood alliance. As long as you kill the person with this tattoo, you will become a blood feud with the other family until death!" Ah San hesitated, with fear on his face. .
Zhou Dagu took a step back: "He said he wouldn't kill you, but he didn't say he wouldn't kill your family!"
"I... can make him add it when he swears!"
"So, you already have an idea in mind?" Zhou Dagu looked around. The only treasure he could use now was the book in his arms. He didn't know if this book, tempered by talent, could kill someone.
If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!
In the Blood Dragon Valley, the temperature dropped again.
Everyone has their own ideas. In the world of wild beasts in the two realms, self-preservation is normal.
Ah San looked at Zhou Dagu and took a step forward: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou!"
Zhou Dagu took another step back. He suddenly lowered his head, only to find that there was nothing behind him.
Asan's knife stabbed Zhou Dagu straight to the ground. When he tilted his head, he saw his father.
Zhou Wu didn't know when he sneaked up behind Mr. Zhao. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Dagu. His eyes looked at each other, and Zhou Wu smiled at the corner of his mouth.
A steel knife was nestled in his hand. He stepped forward and hugged Mr. Zhao's body, and the steel knife fell.
A rust-colored steel knife was inserted into the body. When it came out, it had turned dark purple and was stained with the blood of two people.
The Second Young Master Zhao raised his hand, and the breathless scholar didn't say a word. He just looked at the sky, his hands shook twice, and then he stopped breathing.
Zhou Wu slipped off the knife and lay weakly on the ground: "My dear, this is the last thing dad can do for you!"
Zhou Dagu said: "Dad!"
The voice was very small, but like thunder, it exploded in his heart. He had no idea that he had recognized this father and this man!
Zhou Dagu got up from the ground and rolled towards Zhou Wu.
Zhou Wu raised his arms tremblingly: "Don't come over, don't dirty you, you are a scholar!"
"Baby, help me take good care of your sister. You are a talented and learned person. If you have the opportunity to go to the police and see the second son, say, dad... I'm sorry to him!"
Zhou Wu looked at the sky. The snow was gradually getting heavier that day, which reminded him of the day he first met his wife: "My child...his mother...I'm here to find...you!"
Zhou Wu's breath was cut off, and he killed the Second Young Master Zhao with a knife. The knife that penetrated the Second Young Master Zhao's body stabbed his own body again.
Even if it is a blood alliance tattoo, he will only think that the two of them died together.
This is the best way this old man, who has never read a day, can come up with for his son.
Since someone is really going to die, then it is most appropriate to kill him.
Zhou Dagu lay on the ground, covering his heart. He felt the existence of blood relationship for the first time: "My heart hurts so much!"
He took a deep breath and leaned on the ground. The snow was getting heavier.
Ah San hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to help him up: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, please don't let anything happen to you!"
Zhou Dagu stopped his hand: "Now, it's just you and me. If you want to live, you can only rely on me!"
Ah San nodded: "Everything depends on sir!"
"Go dig a hole and bury my father!" Zhou Dagu looked at the cold body over there.
Ah San was a fourth-grade and second-level warrior. He picked up the camping shovel from the soldier's corpse and dug a deep pit outside the Blood Dragon Valley.
Zhou Dagu and him lifted up a section of Zhou Wu's body and placed it next to the pit.
Zhou Dagu looked at the carriage and pulled down a piece of tarpaulin from the carriage. The tarpaulin filled the entire pit. He pushed Zhou's father's body into the pit.
Ah San stepped forward and wanted to bury it.
Zhou Dagu took the shovel from his hand: "No! In our family, I, the eldest son, need to be the first shovel!"
He dug up the soil on the side and filled the hole bit by bit. The tomb became higher and higher, and Zhou Dagu's nostalgia for this world became deeper and deeper.
He is homesick!
Thinking of his home in this world, that home has always been in tatters in his mind.
He misses his girl. A fifteen-year-old girl is alone at home, so she won't be bullied by others!
Her family still owes a lot of money to the landlord. I wonder if the landlords in this world are like the ones in the previous life. What should she do if they try to harm the girl?
Zhou Dagu filled in the holes faster and faster, and he became more and more nostalgic for this world.
He breathed a sigh of relief, dropped the shovel, looked at the small slope in front of him, found a flat stone, placed it on the grave, and placed a small stone on top to hold it down.
Zhou Dagu looked at this existence that looked like a work of art.
He took a step back and fell to his knees heavily on the ground. He could no longer control the tears in his eyes. The tears fell on the ground and wet the snow.
"Dad!" Zhou Dagu cried. At this moment, there was no past or present life. There was only one scholar, Zhou Dagu.
He raised his head, looked at the grave and kowtowed again: "Don't worry, I will take good care of your family, Zhou Dagu, Zhou Dagu, I will take good care of them!"
He raised his head and golden light flashed across his body.
The scholar who couldn't even read in school actually...
Entered the country!
Zhou Dagu shook his head and felt the power in his body. He didn't expect that this was the power of reading. It was powerful, gentle, but powerful.
Ah San stood behind him, looking at the flash of golden light on his body, and even more thought that he should not be provoked. He lowered his waist and said, "Ms. Zhou, the snow is getting heavier. Your body is weak, why don't you go Want to rest in the tent for a while?”
Zhou Dagu was helped by Ah San to stand up from the ground and walked into the tent.
Asan was busy making fires and cooking. These two people who had narrowly escaped death could not have guessed that the actions of their group had caused huge waves in the court.
Within paradise.
Countless generals and ministers looked up at the stairs.
The general trembled: "Just now, did the bell upstairs ring again?"
"My dear mother, the three bells are ringing. This is for the kingdom. Back then, when all the demons and barbarians came to the capital, there were no three bells."
"Could it be that the demon barbarian is already in the imperial city now?"
Prime Minister Zuo frowned and subconsciously wanted to reprimand, but he didn't know how to speak: "This, there has never been three bells. Is there really a demon in the imperial city?"
The generals and ministers stared at each other.
The little emperor was a little confused: "It seems that the bell just sounded is different from the previous bells!"
Countless ministers looked up at him.
This was the first time that the little emperor was so taken seriously. He suppressed the nervousness in his heart and said, "It is indeed different. The first two bells sounded mellow, and it was obviously the national bell!"
"However, the bell just sounded clearer and more spiritual, more like the bell of the Confucian Temple!"
The Prime Minister Zuo nodded: "Your Majesty is right, it really sounds like the bells of the Confucian Temple. Is there any new Mingzhou poetry appearing near Kyoto?"
The general used to argue: "How do you know it's Mingzhou poetry, you wrote it? Just now it was about Liangjie Mountain, and now it might be poetry from Liangjie Mountain!"
"Ignorant martial artist, do you know how far Liangjie Mountain is from Kyoto? It takes five days to ride a fast horse. Do you think the poems on Liangjie Mountain are so easy to write for the country?"
The little emperor lowered his head and spoke again: "You two beloved ministers, there is no need to argue, yes or no, we just wait for the Confucian Temple guard to come and report!"
The left prime minister looked deeply at the little emperor: "No!"
"However, when did the emperor learn the music? The emperor is the ruler of the country, so it is better to learn less strange and obscene skills!"
The little emperor buried his head between his arms: "Father, I understand!"
There were quick footsteps outside the door, and a thin scholar held up an apricot-yellow manuscript: "Your Majesty, please give me good news, good news!"
"Are there any new poems about the country?"
Zuo Lian hurriedly stepped forward and leaned forward to look at the scholar.
The general staggered back and said to himself: "There are really poems about subjugating the country. This time, these civil servants are made to breathe out!"
