I looked at the old man in front of me, then at Xiong Ming lying on the ground, and said through gritted teeth: "What did you do to him?"
The old man smiled at me and said, "Don't worry, this big man can't die... he just fainted."
While I was talking to the old man, Hua Muling walked over from the side, bowed deeply to the old man, and said, "Junior, Hua Muling is a talker, pays homage to senior."
Hua Muling's sudden gesture shocked me for a moment. Just as I was about to speak, I heard the old man say: "Hua Handkerchief...Hua Family...Who are you, Hua Ziqing?"
Hearing the old man mention the name "Hua Ziqing", Hua Muling was stunned for a moment, and then said hurriedly: "That's my...grandpa!"
"Oh...it turns out to be your granddaughter..." The old man nodded slightly when he heard this, and said calmly: "No wonder I always feel that you look somewhat similar to that old boy."
Having said this, the old man turned his head and looked at me again and said, "Boy... which of the eight lower sects are you a descendant of?"
I did not answer the old man's words directly, but looked into his eyes and asked word for word: "Senior, don't ask me who I am... I would like to ask who you are? How do you know that the three of us are From Xiabamenli?"
When the old man saw me asking this question, he couldn't help but laugh twice, "Hahaha... Boy, I didn't expect you to be quite vigilant."
Having said this, the old man reached out and took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, took out one from it and lit it. After taking a long puff, he said slowly: "Counting it all...you guys should have smoked eight cigarettes recently." It’s the fourth wave of people here.”
"What?" Hua Muling and I were both shocked when the old man said these words.
Immediately afterwards, I said, "What did you just say? We are the fourth wave of people? There are three groups of people who have been here before us?"
The old man took a puff of cigarette, then nodded and said: "That's right!"
I looked at the old man and asked, "What about the first three batches of people..."
I wanted to ask, "How are the people in the first three batches doing?", but I was only halfway through my words when the old man interrupted me. I only heard him say slowly: "Boy, I know what you want to say. …Those who arrived before you are dead.”
"What? Are they all dead?" Hua Muling and I were shocked again when we heard this.
In less than a minute, the old man in front of us made Hua Muling and I have our jaws dropped one after another.
The old man seemed to be very satisfied with Hua Muling and I's reaction. He looked at me with a smile, and then at Hua Muling beside me. After calmly taking a puff of cigarette, he said, "You two young boys, haven't you?" You heard me wrong, those people are indeed dead!"
I looked at the old man in front of me and opened my mouth to say something, but when the words came to my lips, I didn't know how to express what I was thinking at this moment.
So I turned to look at Hua Muling beside me and found that she was also staring at me.
Seeing that Hua Muling and I didn't speak, the old man said calmly: "What? Do you want to waste time here?"
After saying this, the old man pointed at me and said: "Even if you don't mind the discomfort of having a wooden stick stuck in your body... the poison in this stupid big guy won't last long. If you don't want him, He's so dead, so hurry up and carry him with me, old man, maybe I can save his life."
"Poison?" I frowned slightly when I heard this, and then said in a deep voice: "You mean the reason why he is so abnormal... is because he was poisoned?"
When the old man saw me asking again, his expression immediately became a little unsightly. After giving me a cold glance, he said in a deep voice, "Wasn't what I said clear enough?"
"Of course I made it clear, and very clearly." I looked at the old man's wrinkled face and said, "But... why should I believe you?"
"Why should you believe me? Haha..." The old man couldn't help but laugh a few times when he heard what I said. Then he turned his head and stared at me and said word by word: "You don't have to believe me. Trust is a thing that exists. If you say no, then there is no... After living for such a long time, I still understand this truth!"
After saying this, the old man took his last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, then looked at me first, then at Hua Muling, and said lightly He smiled and said: "Old man, I wish you can see the sun tomorrow morning. In addition, old man, let me say one more thing, this place is not very peaceful when it is almost early in the morning..."
After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and was about to walk back. But just as he was about to take a step forward and before the sale was made, Hua Muling suddenly said: "Old senior, please stay!"
The old man stopped slowly when he heard the sound, turned to look at Hua Muling and said calmly: "What's the matter, girl? Is there anything else?"
Seeing that the old man had stopped, Hua Muling hurriedly took two steps forward and said respectfully: "Old senior, what Hu Tian just said was very offending. I hope you can forgive me. You are so mean to our Xiabamen. I understand, and I know my grandpa, even if he is not an old senior of our Eight Gates, he must have a deep connection with our Eight Gates... You see, it's already this time, and we are all wounded. If you don't mind, Let us still bother you."
Hua Muling deserves to be a talker in the flower handkerchief field. These few words were quite beautiful. They not only made the relationship closer, but also showed her own wishes.
But when I looked at the old man, he didn't seem to hear a word I said. Ever since Hua Muling said my surname was Hu, the old man's eyes had never left my face.
"Old senior...Old senior..." Seeing that the old man ignored her for a long time, Hua Muling couldn't help but said, "Old senior..."
Hua Muling shouted four or five times in a row, but the old man never said a word. After a while, he slowly said, "Is your surname Hu?"
The old man's words were obviously meant for me.
I nodded and said, "Yes, my surname is Hu? What's wrong?"
The old man looked at me and said, "Gu Yuehu?"
I still nodded and said, "Yes! It's Gu Yuehu. What? Is there anything wrong with the old man?"
If I had asked this question in the past, not to mention the past, even two or three months ago, I would have thought that the person who asked this question was somewhat mentally ill, but now... after experiencing all kinds of weird and bizarre things, now When someone looked at me like this and asked if my surname was Hu, I actually felt it was normal.
What's even worse is that not only did I think this was normal, but when someone showed the same expression as the old man, I actually felt a hint of excitement in my subconscious.
Not because I'm proud of my last name, but more because I can dig out a clue to the whole thing in this person.
