Chapter 89 The Root of Trouble

I had a very strange dream. In the dream, I became a puppet, with my limbs tied by ropes. A huge shadow shrouded me behind me, constantly pulling the ropes and controlling my actions.

Who was that shadow?

I looked back countless times, but every time I looked back, I would be pulled back by the ropes. When I glanced at it by chance, it seemed to be a ragged skeleton.

Later, an angry roar sounded in the silent darkness - a gentleman will never be a slave!

That roar was like the sound of war drums stirring on the battlefield, igniting not only my blood, but also my soul. Then, I struggled frantically, broke the ropes on my body, and rushed out with all my strength. Although there might still be a dead end ahead, I felt relaxed all over, and I wanted to open my arms to embrace the world in front of me. I had an indescribable sense of happiness, as if a moment of freedom was enough for me to savor for the rest of my life. However, just when I thought I was about to break free, a rope suddenly appeared behind me and pulled me back fiercely.

Faintly, I heard the skeleton's eerie laughter...

Then...

I woke up.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw a cramped and dark ward, filled with a strong smell of medicine, mixed with some unpleasant body odor and a hint of smoke.

Obviously, this is a very small clinic. The narrow ward is no more than ten square meters, but it is crammed with four or five beds. The sheets are yellow and there are holes on them from cigarette butts. I don't know how long it has been since they were washed. I tilted my head and could smell a strong smell of feet on the sheets. I don't know which wicked person who was smoking had put his feet here to sleep, and the stench lingered for a long time.

My bed was at the door. Through the open door, I could see several women sitting on the bench outside, receiving IV drips. They were wrapped in headscarves and had two spots of red on their faces. They looked like they had just caught a cold, but they all seemed to have some serious illness. They cried "Aiya" and groaned "Hmm". If you didn't know, you would think they were going to die soon...

I was so familiar with this kind of sour posture.

Needless to say, this was definitely in my hometown. The women in my hometown would behave like this when they were sick. It was probably because of the dialect. It seemed that only when they groaned a few times would others know that they were in pain. I remember when the flu was prevalent in winter when I was a child, I could hear this strange accent standing outside the door of each clinic.

After a short stagnation, I gradually came to my senses.

Circles of gauze bandages almost wrapped me up like a big dumpling, even my neck was not spared, and I could not lift my head except for shaking it left and right.

Although such restraints were uncomfortable, fortunately I did not lose any limbs.

I was very satisfied with this. It was a miracle that I could survive under the hands of a veterinarian. I should not be too demanding. Of course, I did not have the trouble to thank the doctor who seemed to be an acquaintance. It was not that I was stubborn, but I felt that I could survive first of all thanks to the Gu King, and secondly, it was purely because I was not destined to die. Letting him operate on me was not an operation at all, but a finishing blow to harvest the remaining blood.

Maybe it was because I had been lying on the bed for too long, my whole body was numb, and I could hardly feel my body. I struggled hard with my hands supporting the bed, preparing to sit up.

"You woke up?!"

A haggard face suddenly appeared. It was Zhang Xinya. I hadn't noticed that there was someone sleeping next to me before. Her eyes were full of bloodshot and her hair was messy. Because she hadn't washed for a long time, her originally fair face looked dull. But when she saw me wake up, she still smiled.

Seeing her like this, I don't know how long she has been with me here. I was quite moved and thanked her softly.

"We are friends in need. What's there to thank? Besides, it was my uncle who hurt you."

Zhang Xinya sighed and hurriedly helped me sit up. I noticed that the piece of cloth on the nameless battle robe was still wrapped around my arm, bright red and dazzling.

My thoughts could not help but fly to the grave full of dangers. After a moment of silence, I asked, "How is the master now?"

"Nothing serious, but the wound is fundamentally injured. It may take a long time to recuperate."

Zhang Xinya said, "However, he said that his injury is not something that can be treated in the hospital and refused to see a doctor. There is no way. Lao Bai and Brother Yaozi can only take him to the county town to rent a house temporarily, so that he can rest in it and wait for you to recover."

She has been silently observing the changes in my expression. She seems to be worried that I will hate the master, and her words are very cautious.

I told her that I can actually guess some of it. I don't have any grudges against the master. Without him, I might be dead now. How could I hate him?

Zhang Xinya was relieved and shook her head, saying, "I went to see my uncle once. His condition was very bad, but not as serious as yours. He also told me some things. In fact, his sword didn't kill you at all, but your destiny!"

Zhang Xinya told me what she knew intermittently.

Ever since the encounter with the Water Prince, my master felt that this matter was too strange, and the mind of the nameless person was too difficult to guess. If he rashly met with the other party, I'm afraid nothing good would happen.

So, after I left with Yin Nu, he called Lao Bai to a place where no one would disturb him, performed a method, invited the ancestors of Qingwei Dao to come out, borrowed the power of the ancestors, and directly sealed it in his arms. However, the power was too great for him to bear, causing heavy damage to his body, and it must be operated by a powerful enough existence to completely seal it, otherwise it would be easy to leak some clues and let the nameless person see the clues, so he directly invited the Gu King to complete this matter.

After that, my master has been making deductions all the time, and he has touched upon the secrets of heaven several times, and he almost died.

At that time, we walked through the four tombs of earth, fire, water and wind, and almost had a glimpse of the whole picture of the tombs. We also had a rough idea of ​​what was buried there, so my master no longer calculated my life, but the cause and effect of this tomb!

The last Tianguan acted too radically. He was originally an outsider, but because of righteous indignation, he mixed into the secular world and buried too many people alive. His methods were cruel and cruel, and he violated the harmony of heaven. This cause and effect will eventually be repaid to future generations. The thousand-year tragedy of the ritual official family has a lot to do with that tomb.

According to my master's calculation, the cause and effect of that tomb will last for eighty generations in our Wei family before it can be eliminated!

In other words, eighty generations will have to pay a heavy price for the actions of the last Tianguan, suffering from ghost invasions, diseases, poverty and hardship throughout their lives, and they will not die well in the end!

My master has been to our ancestral temple. He has an amazing memory and can remember everything he sees. He even memorized our family tree. From the last Tianguan to my father's generation, it is exactly the 80th generation! !

And I am the 81st generation! !

With me, the tragedy will no longer continue, and there will be a turning point for the Liguan family.

My master can calculate these things. The last Tianguan has amazing means and knows more about the tomb than my master. How could he not know what sins he has committed? He may have calculated me a thousand years later a thousand years ago!

"My uncle thinks that your ancestor probably sold you out a thousand years ago and made a deal with someone, and the transaction target was Nameless!"

Zhang Xinya said: "Although my uncle has never seen the last Heavenly Official, he can see from his behavior that he is a person who hates evil. Nameless was a heroine during her lifetime. Judging from her words and deeds after her death, she is definitely not a character who harms the world. The last Heavenly Official has no reason to persecute her!"

I nodded and agreed with this.

This is also the biggest contradiction.

The last Heavenly Official set up a funeral for Nameless and paid the highest respect to her, but suppressed her under the four tombs of earth, fire, water and wind. It is clear that he wanted to make her soul fly away. Her behavior is weird and does not make sense at all.

"My uncle thought about it and only got one answer..."

Zhang Xinya said word by word: "Nameless may be a victim. She is not the real target of the last Tianguan. She is just a sacrifice. Therefore, the last Tianguan should feel guilty about her. He died in that tomb in the end. It is not difficult to imagine that two extremely powerful characters met in the tomb and would inevitably have a conversation...

In order to make up for Nameless, the last Tianguan should have made a promise to him...

Unfortunately, at that time, he was doing evil and was at the end of his rope. He had overdrawn the fortunes of the eighty generations of descendants. What else could he promise?"

At this point, Zhang Xinya's thumb almost poked my nose: "It can only be you, the eighty-first generation descendant! Because when it comes to you, the fortune of the ritual officials will gradually improve and there will be hope. You are his only bargaining chip. He can only use you as a bargaining chip to calm the anger of Nameless!

Your life no longer belonged to you more than 1,500 years ago!"