I remember when the ghost mission first started, it was March 22, 2021, at 9pm.
Unknowingly, Guizhan has gone through nearly a year.
This year...
The data was poor, it was sprayed, and it was barely popular.
However, having everyone accompany us along the way and seeing all the scenery in the wasteland together is already a blessing in life.
The ghost mission has come to an end here.
Some people say that the tempo at the end is a bit fast and should be slowed down, even slower.
I understand this too.
But the characters in this book are actually destined to end from the moment they appear on the scene to the final outcome.
Sometimes taking it with you in a hurry is a good choice, isn't it?
At least, you can have your own fantasy in your own mind.
Wang Ye's story has come to an end here.
But our lives go on.
In the year of tomatoes, it is a great honor to have all of you by my side.
Perhaps, with a change of mood, we can regroup and go through our second year together, our third year...or even longer.
I wonder if you are interested in climbing the higher tomato peaks together to see a more prosperous situation.
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Once upon a time there was a demon gate
Once upon a time, there was such a gate.
Once upon a time, there was a group of people like this.
This pass is stained with blood every inch.
These people will not return until they die.
Just because in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, when I was dying, when I turned around, I could see the flickering lights of thousands of families behind me, and I would be safe every year.
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The fathers of Jiangshan can tolerate me and prevent me from doing evil in the world.
The second cat is here, bowing.
New books are waiting for you.
Reveal the majesty again.
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Extra (1)
Luoyang City.
A remote village.
There was smoke from the kitchen, and under the setting sun, a few young people were chasing each other and playing around.
Zhang Ziliang leaned lazily on the boulder at the entrance of the village, holding a drawing board in his hand, and drew this scene.
"The teacher is looking for you!"
In the distance, a young man suddenly shouted.
He was so frightened that he stood up, hid the drawing board under the boulder, straightened his clothes, and trotted away.
Inside a classroom that looks a bit shabby.
The middle-aged man in a green shirt holds a ruler in his hand and sits on a rocking chair with his eyes closed.
"Li, what's going on?"
Li Xinghe also stood in the classroom, head lowered.
Zhang Ziliang came to his side, nudged him with his elbow, and asked in a low voice.
After giving him a tasteful look, Li Xinghe lowered his head again.
At this time...
On the rocking chair, the middle-aged man in green clothes finally opened his eyes, looked at the two of them, and said calmly: "Who is hiding the firecrackers under my bed?"
"not me!"
"not me!"
The two said in unison, and then looked at each other.
"It's him!"
"It's him!"
Again in unison.
The middle-aged man in green shirt slowly stood up from the rocking chair, and the ruler gently beat in the palm of his hand, with a heart-stopping rhythm.
"Teacher, Zhang Ziliang went to the market a few days ago, and I have been in the village."
"How can there be firecrackers in our village?"
"So he can only buy it."
Li Xinghe calmly analyzed and said.
Zhang Ziliang's expression changed and he was about to speak.
But like a mosquito, Li Xinghe squeezed out a little sound in his mouth: "The matter about Widow Wang..."
Zhang Ziliang stiffened and immediately fell silent.
"Three Character Sutra, five hundred times."
Seeing that Zhang Ziliang didn't refute, the middle-aged man in green shirt sat down on the rocking chair again and said calmly with his eyes closed.
Zhang Ziliang glared at Li Xinghe angrily, turned and left.
Li Xinghe chased after him, put his arm around his shoulders, and said with a smile: "We are all brothers, just block the knife."
"But the teacher looks so handsome sitting in the rocking chair!"
"When I grow up, I will also get a rocking chair to sit in."
There was longing and hope in his eyes. He didn't know what he thought of, and he laughed.
"just you?"
"It's better to use a wheelchair!"
Zhang Ziliang complained.
Under the setting sun, the shadows of the two teenagers were dragged very long...
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Extra (2)
"What qualifications do you have to control us?"
"The world is so chaotic now, why are you still arguing with me about the law?"
"The big fist is the last word!"
A middle-aged man with a fierce face looked at Zhang Ziliang and said with a sneer.
There was a woman in his arms, but she hadn't taken a shower for several days. The woman looked very haggard, and her hair was a little yellow.
Grease and dirt.
But the woman tried her best to assume a seductive posture and leaned into the young man's arms.
Behind the middle-aged man were several young men, holding daggers and iron rods in their hands.
"I'm telling you!"
"It's best to disappear in front of me now, immediately."
"Returning to Heaven Group?"
"Pooh!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with disdain and he spat on the ground.
From the beginning to the end, Zhang Ziliang's expression was very calm, silently looking at the middle-aged man in front of him.
until...
He took two steps forward, and a cold light flashed through him.
The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and he fell heavily to the ground in disbelief.
"pity..."
"My painting hands."
Looking at his slender hands, Zhang Ziliang sighed.
Blood spreads on the ground...
Like the brightest paint.
Suddenly, a mountain of corpses seemed to appear behind him, with bones...
Several young people fled in all directions, and the woman seemed to be crazy, slumped on the ground, trembling.
Zhang Ziliang looked at the crowd of people quietly observing not far away and said calmly.
"From today on, remember the two words Tianzhu!"
"He will be your protection!"
"But there is also a knife hanging above your heads!"
Zhang Ziliang casually wiped the blood off his hands, turned around and left.
It's just that the back is a little heavy.
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Extra (3)
Luoyang City.
village.
In the early morning, with a ray of sunshine shining down, Zhang Ziliang opened the door of his room and stretched his body lazily.
A stone hit him in the face. Zhang Ziliang was startled for a moment and looked at the courtyard next door with an angry look on his face.
"The person named Li is so childish!"
Li Xinghe lay on the wall of his courtyard, looked at Zhang Ziliang and smiled: "Last night, I saw a figure disappear in front of Widow Wang's door."
Zhang Ziliang glanced at him lightly: "Hey, your eyes are so good. You live in the east of the village, and Widow Wang lives in the west of the village. Can you see this?"
Li Xinghe was choked for a moment, and with a sarcastic look, he changed the subject: "Have you finished the teacher's homework?"
"No."
Zhang Ziliang said casually.
Li Xinghe smiled mischievously: "Aren't you afraid of the teacher hitting your palms?"
"Because you definitely haven't finished writing yet. What are you afraid of?"
Zhang Ziliang looked at Li Xinghe with a sneer.
At this time...
"Hello, I'm hungry."
A little girl with messy hair appeared in front of Zhang Ziliang at some point. She looked about five or six years old and was dirty, but there was no fear in her eyes.
Very natural.
I'm hungry and want to eat.
It's so simple.
Zhang Ziliang was stunned: "There is no such number in our village, right?"
Li Xinghe on the other side of the courtyard wall shook his head.
Zhang Ziliang knelt down and looked at the little girl with what he thought was a friendly smile: "What's your name?"
The little girl was lost in thought.
After a moment: "I can't remember."
"I'm hungry!" She looked at Zhang Ziliang seriously and reiterated.
...
Zhang Ziliang cooked a bowl of porridge and two eggs, and couldn't help but muttered: "Master, I have never made breakfast in my life. The first meal in my life is not for myself."
Li Xinghe was still lying on the wall, watching this scene with interest.
After eating, the little girl stood up, took the bowl into the kitchen, and washed it.
"Where do I live?"
She looked around and asked.
...
"Why do you want to live here with me?"
"Why can't I live here with you?"
One question, one answer.
Li Xinghe laughed loudly watching this scene.
Zhang Ziliang pointed helplessly to a mud house next to him. The little girl ran over naturally. When she was about to enter the room, she turned her head and looked at Zhang Ziliang and asked, "What's your last name?"
"open."
Zhang Ziliang said subconsciously.
"Then starting from today, my surname will also be Zhang."
As he spoke, the little girl showed her two tiger teeth and smiled.
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Extra (4) Zhang Ziliang’s letter
When I read this letter...
I hope you can control your emotions.
In fact, a dead person cannot predict much of what will happen next. Everyone guesses that I have some amazing plans, but...
Haha, how can I be so powerful?
Do you still remember the three drops of blood you gave Zhang Xiao?
In fact, I asked Zhang Xiao to change the content of the experiment later.
There are your genes in the blood. If extracted, some of your descendants may be produced.
After all, your genes...are the best.
No need to look for it.
I have asked Wang Qiang to hide with those women.
if...
If you are defeated, the descendants who carry your genes will work hard to practice. Even if they are not as good as you, they will still be little Wang Ye after all.
There is always a chance of a comeback some years later.
If you overcome...
I will let Wang Qiang kill your infant children.
I have imagined your emotions when you read this letter, and I also hesitated whether to tell you this news or not.
But when people are angry, their higher potential will always burst out.
Also let you know...
If he really loses, at least he will leave many descendants in this world.
Not like me, alone.
Of course, you can also guess whether this news is true or false...
After all, I have never been reliable in my words.
However, you also know what I want to see in the future.
if...
If it is what I expected, maybe one of your children will continue to live.
Among them, one has never practiced.
Now...you can continue to call me shameless, sinister, vicious...and all the ugliest words in the world.
after all...
sorry.
