"It shouldn't be like this!"
"It was wrong from the beginning!"
"Starting from the underlying logic, it's wrong!"
"Hahaha……"
"Hahaha……"
In the blink of an eye, countless fragments were added to Zheng Xiu's memory out of thin air.
It was backtracking again and again.
The illusory chains that stretched out from the void and penetrated him seemed to be silently mocking his useless efforts and his naive thoughts.
At this moment, Zheng Xiu finally understood that what really made him a "prisoner" and bound him from the beginning was not any cage, any prison, any cognitive "prison", but something, such as "fate" The supreme existence of "Cause and Effect" and "World" imprisoned him here in some way.
Stranger.
Stranger.
Stranger.
This word kept flashing through Zheng Xiu's mind, and the word "foreigner" suddenly made Zheng Xiu feel extremely ridiculous and ironic. Born with extraordinary powers, they are different from ordinary people. Yes, they are different from ordinary people. Strange people have strange abilities. To a certain extent, strange people can kill ordinary people wantonly and use all kinds of miraculous magic to play with ordinary people. between. But more often than not, they are not even as good as ordinary people.
It wasn't until this moment that he deeply understood the self-loathing mood of Feng Bei and other foreigners who suffered from "ominousness".
Zheng Xiu had always thought that he was special among the aliens, but in the final analysis, he was no different. He was even more like an alien than most aliens.
[Prisoner] will be a prisoner forever!
“Ahhhhh——”
Zheng Xiu felt a splitting headache as more and more fragments poured into his mind.
He is still making feeble attempts through "backtracking".
In these clips, he is crazy, he is bloodthirsty, he is depressed, he is angry, no matter what he does in the ghost world, no matter how close he is to the goal of "saving Zheng Haoran", in the end, he will still be killed in the last step. The chain that stretched out strangely was restraining him, and he was unable to complete the last and most critical step.
Those chains seemed to represent the world, some kind of "rule", some kind of "inhibition", a kind of "bondage", a kind of "imprisonment".
The flickering light and shadow like a slide show contains an unimaginable amount of information. Often a few clips that flashed by quickly were mixed with a memory of Zheng Xiu's months of hard work. In a short period of time, Zheng Xiu suffered from the erosion of "retrospection", which was like having an awl drilled into his brain. The pain of squeezing and digging deep is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, nor can anyone bear it without changing their expressions.
Zheng Haoran is still sinking, and more and more red flowers are wrapping him.
He looked at his son in shock. The moment he was about to touch him, he seemed to be pulled by something and froze in mid-air.
His fingers moved toward him with difficulty, and it was clear that there was only a slight difference, only an inch, only a millimeter.
However, it is this inch, this point, this millimeter that makes the father and son seem to be separated by different time and space, as if they are separated by... two worlds.
"Son, that's enough."
Zheng Haoran felt very distressed when he looked at his son who was in pain and covered with blue veins on his forehead.
"Dad accidentally hired another wife for you. Hey, it might be a brother. In twenty years, whether the Wolf King's child is a boy or a girl, you have to treat them well."
"People are born with no distinction between good and bad, and barbarians are not all bad. Dad killed so many people because it was his duty. There is no right or wrong, good or bad. A man should be tolerant. Dad has never complained about anyone, nor has he Resentful Wolf King, don’t be stingy and hold grudges on others for no reason.”
"That's it! Our good man from the Zheng family will bleed but not shed tears! How can you look so ungrateful with that sad face!"
Zheng Haoran cursed with a smile on his face:
"Dad knows that you live well and live well, which is better than anything else."
"This is much better than others. Who would be lucky enough to see his son twenty years later and ask about what happened twenty years later!"
"No, dad has lived an extra twenty years for no reason, and he's made a lot of money!"
Zheng Haoran sank little by little, and the bright red flowers pulled Zheng Haoran towards the dark like a monster's tentacles. In the blink of an eye, the mirror had reached Zheng Haoran's waist. He didn't struggle at all, for fear of forgetting what he said, he kept nagging at Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu, who was suffering inhuman pain, could bear it at first. But when he heard the word "blood earned", his nose became sore. He couldn't help it anymore and burst into tears.
This word was taught to my father by Zheng Xiu.
"Sorry, Dad! I..."
Zheng Haoran waved his hand and slowly raised his fist towards Zheng Xiu.
This scene is just like that day on the snowy field, when hundreds of ghosts marched, the lingering military spirit, the phantom of Zheng Haoran, and the raised fist.
Zheng Xiu suddenly had the feeling that the last fist raised by the phantom was raised towards him.
Therefore, the moment he touched that fist, he could return here.
He would rather believe that this place is not a ghost or a phantom from the past, but that he has truly traveled through time and space, allowing him to meet his father for the last time twenty years ago.
Zheng Xiu's throat vibrated slightly, and his hoarse voice could not form a complete sentence.
He tried hard to raise his hand and touch his father's powerful fist.
But it failed.
No part of Zheng Xiu's body was intact. The chains from the void were pierced by the "inhibiting power", impaling him like a hedgehog, unable to move.
Now it was a luxury for him to even move his fingers.
Countless flashbacks "locked" him in mid-air.
Time seemed to stand still for him.
Dad maintained his fist-raised posture.
Gradually it sank.
The smooth mirror surface is like a dividing line.
Chest.
neck.
About to be submerged.
"Dad, I will teach you one last thing."
Zheng Haoran smiled casually.
"You deserve to live and die without regrets!"
"..."
…
suddenly.
Zheng Haoran's eyes widened and he looked behind Zheng Xiu.
"don't want!"
…
"don't want!"
call!
It was dark all around, except for a glimmer of light in the east, which was a weak open flame lit in the corner of the room. It swayed slightly in the room and cast the shadow of the candlestick on the paper window.
Midnight, dream come back.
Zheng Xiu felt like he had had a long dream.
A splitting headache.
He stood up suddenly and rubbed his forehead subconsciously.
There was a small bump slightly raised there.
He was covered in cold sweat and his clothes were soaked.
"who I am?"
People who wake up from nightmares will always ask themselves one question, and Zheng Xiu is no exception, but soon, he remembered everything.
"I'm Zheng Xiu!"
"I was in the Northern Barbarians, accidentally wandered into the Ghosts, and entered the March of Hundreds of Ghosts!"
"I met Dad!"
"I finally..."
Zheng Xiu thought intermittently, and his memory became clearer and clearer.
But at the same time, he had an illusion.
My head is empty.
But he still remembered.
"The monk and I went in."
"That's right, monk!"
"I witnessed that battle twenty years ago with my own eyes!"
"Dad, dad was dragged into the darkness!"
"I was going to save him!"
"Can I... be saved?"
Zheng Xiu was horrified to find that his last memory was fixed on the moment when his father raised his fist, and at the end, his father seemed to shout something.
He couldn't remember.
The rest is blank.
"I'm back?"
The sudden change in the environment made it difficult for Zheng Xiu to understand the current situation.
He lowered his head and saw that he was lying on the bed. The quilt on the bed was soft, warm, and bright red, with dragons and phoenixes embroidered on it, with a big "囍" character embroidered in the center of the intertwined dragons and phoenixes.
There are red curtains and several red sachets hanging on the bedside, filling the room with an elegant fragrance.
The table was covered with a festive red tablecloth, and there were exquisite candlesticks on the table. The candlesticks were burned out, leaving only the wax. In the dim light, Zheng Xiuneng could vaguely see a woven rattan basket on the table. The basket was filled with fruits. The fruits were sprinkled with wedding candies wrapped in red paper. Above the wedding candies, a button made of pure gold was placed neatly. of acacia lock.
Is this a wedding room?
Who gets married?
I got married?
……with who?
Zheng Xiu's headache was relieved. After understanding the current situation at the speed of light, he tilted his head and looked to his side.
No wonder it was warm in the bed. Under the quilt, the warm and greasy skin was pressed against him.
The snow-white skin looked like jade even in the dark night, dazzling Zheng Xiu's eyes. A beautiful and plump figure was facing away from him, and her perfectly curved spine was exposed because Zheng Xiu lifted the quilt.
The string of the red bellyband was violently torn off, and the last bit of stubbornness was barely maintained crookedly. One can imagine what kind of cruel treatment this exquisite bellyband suffered not long ago.
Her long black hair, as smooth as a waterfall, was spread freely and was glossy.
After the rainstorm stopped, the exhausted woman rubbed her sleepy eyes, turned around blankly, her face flushed, her delicate face was one-third of the shyness of a girl, one-third of the amorousness of a first-time wife, one-third of the passion of a foreign woman, and one-third of the warmth of a foreign woman. The love and attachment hidden in the eyes but ready to come out.
"Yue, Yue, Yue Linglong?"
Zheng Xiu looked at the young woman skin-to-skin with him under the quilt and said in shock.
Yue Linglong looked at her husband longingly, her eyes wet, and she covered her mouth with a smile: "Husband, you called me Yueyueer last night."
"Shall I call you Yue Ya'er?"
Zheng Xiu's face was full of shock.
Yue Linglong's eyebrows were raised, but it didn't take long for her to understand, and she showed a look of sudden realization: "Dad said that men sometimes...are often forgetful, and it's true." After understanding what happened, Yue Linglong lifted the quilt.
Yue Linglong looked shy and took out a pair of scissors from under the pillow. After solemnly cutting off the "medal" on the sheet, Yue Linglong pointed at Zheng Xiu's shoulder. Zheng Xiu looked along Yue Linglong's fingertips and saw a shallow tooth mark left there.
"Last night Yue'er was so embarrassed that she bit her husband, and he called me Yue Ya'er..."
Zheng Xiu's expression changed, he remembered something, put on his clothes and rushed out of the room.
call out! call out! call out!
Zheng Xiu kept blowing a sharp whistle.
It was the secret whistle of the Brotherhood.
The assassins who were supposed to appear quietly from the darkness did not appear. It was replaced by a burst of footsteps like a riot.
…
midnight.
Zheng Zhai.
The lights are bright.
Zheng Xiu was surrounded by strange maids in the courtyard.
All the maids were young and beautiful, but Zheng Xiu didn't recognize any of them.
They had worried looks on their faces, looking at Zheng Xiu with strange eyes, lowering their heads and whispering.
They thought Zheng Xiu couldn't hear, but Zheng Xiu had sharp ears and eyes, and could hear everything clearly.
"We had a great wedding last night, why did the young master go crazy because of the loss?"
"He said he wanted to find Qing Naiban and the second mother, but when did the master marry the second mother?"
"Hush! Don't let Madam hear what you said! When Madam heard this, she would be so angry that her ears would smoke!"
"It's too late! Someone has already gone to fetch the lady!"
…
late at night.
In the corridor of Zheng's house, a graceful and beautiful woman was rushing anxiously to the courtyard.
Several maids behind him ran all the way, but they couldn't catch up with the madam. They followed her further and further away, panting.
"Madam, she is usually so pampered, how can she run so fast?"
…
Zheng Xiu was at a loss as he digested the large amount of information received in a short period of time.
He already knew what was happening to him.
Just like when he experienced the ghost in Baili Village, the world line shifted significantly. The same thing must have happened now.
Something struck his nerves.
lady? master? Am I a young master?
Mother is alive? Dad is alive too?
Double happiness!
Compared with his parents' resurrection, his marriage to Yue Linglong became insignificant.
"Xiu'er! Xiu'er!"
An anxious call passed through the crowd and reached Zheng Xiu's ears. Zheng Xiu was confused. When he looked back, he saw a face that he could only see in his dreams.
Although Chun Tao Niang is no longer in her prime, she is well-maintained and does not leave many traces of time on her face. She tied her hair up casually and tied it into a ponytail behind her head, swinging it from side to side as she walked quickly.
Zheng Xiu stared at the ponytail.
The swaying ponytail seemed to have a magnet, attracting Zheng Xiu's eyes inexplicably.
"Son!"
Chuntao had a beauty mark on the corner of her mouth. Seeing Zheng Xiu in a daze, she felt miserable in her heart. She cried and held Zheng Xiu's face: "Son! What's wrong with you? Were you too tired last night? I just said that the northern barbarian girl has a bad temper. Ye, my Xiu'er has a simple temper and can't control it..."
The more she talked, the more sad Chuntao cried. She held Zheng Xiu's face and called out Erza's name, as if calling her soul.
"Mom!" Zheng Xiu knelt down with a plop, his eyes moist.
"Live! Live!"
When the whole Zheng family saw that the young master was back to normal, they were overjoyed.
Chuntao breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Xiu wanted to express his emotion about the reunion of mother and son, but the next second, Chuntao grabbed her ears and lifted her up. Chuntao was still crying a second ago, but this second her face changed drastically, turning into a dangerously bright smile: "What did you say just now... what the hell are you doing?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned and asked tentatively: "Do I have a...sister?"
As soon as these words came out, the heads of the maids in the mansion were filled with sorrow again.
"The young master is crazy again!"
"Crazy again!"
Zheng Xiu immediately shut his mouth.
I was vaguely aware of the changes.
Chuntao frowned. This time she didn't think Zheng Xiu was talking nonsense.
It's illness.
Very ill.
She put her slightly cold hand against Zheng Xiu's forehead and nodded: "Mom, I'll go out tomorrow morning and ask the best doctor in the city to take your pulse."
Zheng Xiu silently endured the long-lost maternal love and care. He didn't know how to explain it for a while and felt complicated.
"Mom, I have one last question."
"It doesn't matter. You're sick. You can ask whatever you want."
"...Dad, are you still alive?"
Chuntao was stunned when she heard this and did not answer. Instead, she sighed to the maid aside with a stern face: "Cui'er, invite all the doctors to the house tomorrow."
The maid, who was called Cui'er, bowed and saluted, with a sad look on her face, and answered with a cry: "Yes, Madam, it is necessary."
That is living.
Really alive.
Zheng Xiu and Chuntao, mother and son, helped each other back to the house. Zheng Xiu had many questions in his mind, but tonight was obviously not the time to find out.
Zheng's residence was decorated with lanterns and colorful makeup, and the courtyard was filled with red makeup. It was obvious that Zheng Xiu's wedding was just yesterday.
But the groom himself was not mentally prepared to face his new wife.
Zheng Xiu wanted to go see his father.
But Chuntao shook her head and said that her father had been feeling unwell recently and had already fallen asleep after taking the decoction. Zheng Xiu took a look at the sky and then gave up.
On the way back to the room, Zheng Xiu's eyes drifted to the swinging ponytail from time to time. Just before returning to the room, he couldn't help but ask: "Mom, what's wrong with your hair?"
"What do you mean?" Chuntao smoothed her hair with her hands, put a smile on her lips, and said with a smile: "Have you forgotten? After your father came back from the battlefield, he was worried and worried all day long. One day, he suddenly My mother thought that I was allowed to have my hair tied up like a daughter of a gangster, but your father suddenly came up with the idea of asking my mother to pretend to be the little girl thief she was before, and let your father capture her a few times. Unexpectedly, your father ordered me to change my hair to this. I dangled my hair in front of you, but I didn’t know why I was crazy. Later, for some reason, your father asked you if you remembered it, and if you remembered it, he even beat you. After that, it was settled."
"ah?"
Chuntao felt a little relieved when she saw that her son seemed to be a little normal. Chuntao held the hem of her skirt with both hands and turned it around in front of Zheng Xiu: "Isn't your mother beautiful?"
"Beautiful." Zheng Xiu nodded.
He still looked at the ponytail, somehow.
There is a feeling that something has been lost.
…
After going back to the room to sleep for the night, Yue Linglong waited in the room worriedly. She carefully asked Zheng Xiu if he wanted to score twice. Zheng Xiuyi had no such intention, but the ponytail always lingered in his mind. If you go, there will be no second time.
Zheng Xiu was not surprised that Yue Linglong would marry him. After all, before the world line shifted, under the background of intermarriage between the two countries, he and Yue Linglong had already been known as husband and wife, which was in line with ethics.
Early the next morning, the newlyweds went to Zheng's ancestral hall to worship their ancestors.
The location of the ancestral hall has not changed. He went there "in the past" diligently and did not need to lead the way. He soon led his delicate new wife to the ancestral hall.
The entire journey was speechless.
But when he was holding the incense in his hand and preparing to feed his ancestors, he looked at the rows of spiritual tablets on it and couldn't help but be startled.
The position of the spirit tablet has naturally changed compared to before. After all, he successfully rescued Zheng Haoran, and his mother was naturally alive, and the family was reunited. Of course, the tomb of his father and the urn of his mother's ashes were missing.
The reason why Zheng Xiu was stunned subconsciously was because the place where his parents' spiritual tablets were originally placed.
There is one more unfamiliar spiritual place.
There is nothing on the wooden tablet, no name.
Asking for a monthly ticket!
