Looking at the white paper with blood on it, I couldn't help but be curious.
How did this thing stick to my face?
Or does it just grow from my face?
The Four-Tong Celestial Master added from the side: "Isn't this the best proof? Who else do you think is qualified to put up this kind of white paper besides you?"
"Who can see the person or thing you see?".
"Why don't you acknowledge them if you can see them?".
I raised my head and stared at the Four-Eyed Celestial Master:
"So...you also want me to complete my mission and fulfill the meaning of my birth?".
The Four-Eyed Celestial Master smiled and said: "This is your own question. Whether you want to seal the Three Wus, whether you want to follow the Zhang family's path, whether you take everything you see seriously, it's all your business, you make the decision."
"Let me choose... isn't that easy?" I laughed, then turned back to face the Zhang family,
The three clan elders, Green, Red and Blue, Grandpa, are the people with white paper on their faces.
Raise one hand, leaving only one middle finger
"Go to your Zhang family!".
I ignored the Zhang family's reaction and strode out of the temple.
Coming back and returning to the ancestral graves of the Zhang family is a fate that I cannot avoid or avoid. I can only accept it helplessly.
Compromise and come back to deal with the matter between me and the Zhang family.
If I had a choice now, how could I compromise?
What are the three things and what are the skinless things? After all, I am just a tool. Nowadays, can’t the tool go on strike when it feels tired?
Damn the Zhang family’s responsibilities and mission.
After I left, Wang Zhi still looked surprised.
The Four-Eyed Celestial Master did not respond, and just whispered: "Let's go...".
The three clan elders, Qing, Red and Blue, also whispered: "Let's go...".
.............
After leaving the temple, I wandered around the mahogany houses. Going out now is almost impossible.
According to what the Four-Eyed Celestial Master said, the Zhang family members I saw were just afterimages and fragments of memories.
Although it doesn't really exist, the Zhang family's weirdness is always present.
Besides, there is one more thing I want to confirm.
I stopped in a redwood house, the window was open,
I tried to look inside. The layout inside was very simple, with all kinds of simple furniture, but there was a layer of shadow on the furniture.
Looking inside, a piece of white paper with blood written on it was suddenly pasted.
It was a figure with a white paper on it. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes shining brightly.
I ignored it and walked towards the next redwood house.
Just like this, I searched house by house,
I found it after a while.
It was a relatively dilapidated house, with hay laid flat on the roof and a fence made of branches in front of the door.
If you glance slightly, you can see the busy figure of the woman behind the window.
She couldn't seem to stop for a moment, sweeping the floor and wiping the table,
Or embroidery, a pair of dry and cracked hands with many scars from the past.
I stood outside the door and watched her move, feeling calmer than ever before.
Those Zhang family members are fantasies, afterimages, and fragments of memories.
And the same thing happened to my mother before me,
After all, in the real world, my mother has disappeared, and even her soul has been mostly damaged.
How could it appear here again?
I didn't go in to disturb her, because my mother didn't seem to recognize me. In her memory, her Ah Si was already dead.
It was satisfying to see him again.
"Hey, what are you doing in front of my house?".
Another voice that was so familiar that my eyes were red sounded from behind me.
I turned around quickly, my voice was the same as the others,
Long braids, slightly dark skin, and obvious freckles on her face.
His thick black brows were furrowed, even staring at me warily,
"Sister!", I shouted in surprise.
