Chapter 337 The Last Thing

Zhang Yuanqing and Xiaoyuan immediately stopped fighting. Xiaoyuan sat back in the high-back chair, put her long legs together, and turned her face to him. Zhang Yuanqing also turned her face to her.

Just like a couple who had just had a quarrel.

Between "companions" and "justice", they did not understand each other.

Kou Beiyue understood very well. He knew Xiaoyuan's feelings for her companions. Xiaoyuan was Master Wuhen's most capable assistant, responsible for recruiting, reviewing, and recording.

Except for a small number of veterans, most of the team members were developed by Xiaoyuan, who investigated, contacted, and finally introduced them to Master Wuhen.

She was the front desk of Wuhen Hotel and the front desk of the entire team.

In the past few years, Xiaoyuan watched her companions leave one by one. She said nothing and watched coldly. But every time someone left, Kou Beiyue would see her sitting alone on the top floor of the hotel, sitting there all night.

This kind of group is too lonely, and they need like-minded partners to help them move forward.

Kou Beiyue can also understand Yuanshi Tianzun. He will always remember the night when he came out of the security captain's house, Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly said that he wanted to smoke, but he coughed as soon as he took a puff.

It turned out that he didn't know how to smoke.

After smoking, he went to the Tongque Tower, even though it was a den of dragons and tigers.

And this matter actually had nothing to do with him.

"Xiaoyuan, don't you want to know my past? I just caught up with you. I'll tell you."

Uncle Zhang on the bed stared at the ceiling woodenly. The old man who was not good at speaking, after a long time of thinking, said in a hoarse voice:

"Have you heard about the Qinghe County family extermination case in Yu Province?"

Zhang Yuanqing, who had never heard of it and never cared about the news, said to himself.

Xiao Yuan frowned and thought for a few seconds, then said:

"The case where only an eight-year-old child was left in a family of seven?"

The old man looked at the ceiling and said in a vicissitudes of life: "I did it."

Xiao Yuan was not surprised, because people like them almost all carried murder cases. She just wanted to know the reason, and said: "Why?"

"Our evil profession has blood on our hands. We live in this world like wronged souls, asking for lives from the world. This sentence was said by 'Ashamed to be a Father', and it was said very well. I can't say it." Uncle Zhang smiled and began to recall his first half of his life.

"I am an illiterate farmer. I have no other skills except farming. My wife and I had four children. One died soon after birth, one died of illness, one was abducted by human traffickers, and finally there was only one child left.

"In those days, everyone lived a hard life. We had to work day and night in the fields to get enough food. We had no time to take care of our children. Every family had children who died. It was great to have a single child.

"I raised my son until he was 22 years old, and then I found him a wife. The next year, he gave birth to a big fat boy. The little grandson is very cute, and looks a lot like his father when he was young."

Zhang Yuanqing and Xiao Yuan listened to him chattering, and no one interrupted him, because when he talked about these past events, there was light in the old man's eyes, which diluted his sad face.

"When my grandson was six years old, the couple died in a car accident. They were hit by someone. I heard that the person who hit them seemed to be drunk and abandoned the car and ran away on the spot. He staggered when he ran. I don't know if it's true or not.

"That person's family has some influence in the local area, with money and connections. When he was in court, his family got him a certificate of mental illness, and then he was fine.

"The lawyer told me that it is not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill someone. I am a farmer and I don't understand the law, so I don't know what this is." The old man laughed, his laughter was sad and helpless: "Oh, there is no reason."

"I didn't accept it. I said I couldn't win the case, so I went to Beijing to file a complaint. They brought people to beat me. Seven or eight people pressed me on the ridge of the field and pressed my face into the mud. It hurt a lot. It hurt for most of my life. Later, people wandered around my house every day. They took away my ID card and didn't allow me to take a car. They also threatened me, saying that if I didn't want my child to have an accident, I shouldn't do anything. Everyone told me to forget it. The child is still so young, someone has to take care of it. I thought about it and decided to forget it."

"The next year, my wife passed away. She was a woman with shallow eye sockets. She couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, so she jumped into the river."

His voice was very calm, as if those old memories could no longer shake his heart, but under the light, that shiny black face seemed to be more and more sad.

"But I couldn't leave. I still had a grandson to raise and I had to support his education. He had lost his parents, so he couldn't lose his grandfather. Farming couldn't support his schooling, so I went out to do odd jobs during the slack season, saving one dollar at a time. By the time he was in high school, I had saved tens of thousands of dollars. Thinking that he would have a place to go to college, I did something I hadn't done before."

"During the Spring Festival that year, I bought a sharp knife, hid it in my waist, took the bus into the city, and killed two generations of that family. I couldn't bring myself to kill the little kid, so I thought about it and let it go."

"Afterwards, I fled Qinghe County and hid outside for a few years. I stole things and became a beggar. The only thing I couldn't let go of was my grandson. I wanted to wait until he graduated from college and got married, then take one last look at him, and then turn myself in."

"I didn't expect that I would become a spiritual realm practitioner and meet Master Wuhen. After he knew my story, he invited me to practice together, forget the past, start over, and become a new person."

"But I always miss my grandson. I want to see if he is doing well. I quietly returned to my hometown Qinghe County, and found out that after the family was wiped out, he was afraid of revenge from the relatives of that family, so he moved out of Qinghe County and disappeared."

At this point, Uncle Zhang looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, his voice was vicissitudes and hoarse, but very gentle:

"Yuanshi Tianzun, you are a good person. If I could meet a good official like you, I might not have come to this point today. Beiyue is lucky, and I envy him very much."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't speak, but listened expressionlessly. He didn't know what expression to use to face this praise, so he simply had no expression.

Uncle Zhang continued:

"About half a month ago, I met him in Jinghai City. He also became a spiritual realm walker and joined the Five Elements Alliance. It's great to have a regular position.

"After I inquired in detail, I found that his situation was not very good. He could not get promoted. This kid is too honest and not cunning enough."

When Zhang Yuanqing heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He raised his head suddenly and stared at the old man:

"Your grandson is Wei Yuanzhou?!"

The old man nodded slowly: "His real name is Wei Yuanzhou. My last name is not Zhang either. My last name is Wei."

Zhang Yuanqing was caught off guard and was stunned for a long time. He said:

"Then, why did you assassinate Baihu Wansui? Wei Yuanzhou knew these things?"

"In this killing copy of the extraordinary realm, there are many people who have been promoted to saints in the lawful camp, and the number of deacon positions is limited. Yuanzhou has endured for so many years. I can't let anyone affect his future. This is what I can do for him. The last thing I want to compensate him. He doesn't know what I did. If he knew, he would definitely stop me. "Uncle Zhang tilted his head and looked at Xiaoyuan:

"I'm sorry, I failed Master Wuhen and you. I'm done with my story."

Zhang Yuanqing stood by the window for a long time, and suddenly rubbed his face hard.

For a moment, he said in his heart, forget it, anyway, Baihu Wansui is not dead, and he can choose to compensate him in an obscure way.

But when the words came to his lips, he said: "Thank you for telling me. According to the rules, I want to arrest you. Do you have anything else to say?"

The old man said in a hoarse voice:

"Please give me a day, I still have some wishes unfulfilled. Tomorrow night, I will go back to Wuhen Hotel and go with you."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Okay! I'll wait for you at Wuhen Hotel, I hope you keep your promise."

He turned to look at Xiaoyuan: "I will plead for him and strive for life imprisonment! "

Xiao Yuan's expression showed no joy or sorrow, and she nodded gently.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her again, hesitant to speak, and finally said nothing and walked out of the room.

In the corridor, Kou Beiyue leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and stood there silently.

His face was full of frustration.

Zhang Yuanqing wanted him to get a room card, as he was going to stay next door. Seeing this, he did not speak, and his body turned into a starlight and went directly into the room.

The room was pitch black, but for the Night Wanderer, darkness was his home.

He went into the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth, then returned to the room and lay on the bed. After he sent a text message to Guan Ya to report his safety, he stared blankly at the dark ceiling.

Uncle Zhang's story echoed in his mind again and again, as if he saw an old farmer who could no longer straighten his back, working day after day in the fields, working year after year, using A pair of rough and cracked hands raised his grandson stubbornly.

Until the murder of his family that year, he straightened his back again, but he had become a wanted criminal.

The words of the chief seemed to echo in his ears again: evil professions are the karmic fire of human beings themselves.

He hated evil professions, but he sympathized with them, sympathized with the "unworthy father" who was unwilling to reconcile with the world, sympathized with Kou Beiyue who was wronged and humiliated, and sympathized with Uncle Zhang who endured humiliation for his grandson.

He now knew what forced an old farmer to become an evil profession.

But as Uncle Zhang said, all this is unreasonable!

At dawn, Jinghai People's Hospital.

In a secluded corner, Uncle Zhang, who was wearing a tattered coat, with dark and shiny skin and full of wrinkles, said softly:

"Don't worry, Grandpa has taken it all. Just pretend you don't know about this matter. It won't affect your future. "

Opposite him was a handsome, calm, and gentle young man in formal attire.

It was Wei Yuanzhou.

Wei Yuanzhou looked around and asked:

"I didn't expect that it would be Yuanshi Tianzun who came. What did you tell him?"

Uncle Zhang briefly recounted the whole story.

After listening, Wei Yuanzhou nodded slowly, was silent for a while, and asked:

"What if he can't protect you?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head: "That's grandpa's fate. Grandpa has lived for so many years, and he has lived enough. Let it be."

His weather-beaten face showed a touch of tenderness: "Xiaozhou, grandpa is already very satisfied to see you like this now. Grandpa has let you down and made you suffer all these years"

Wei Yuanzhou waved his hand and interrupted him, "I know, there are too many people here, you go back first. "

Uncle Zhang looked at him for a few times, as if he wanted to imprint his grandson's face in his mind, and then he turned around reluctantly. After walking a few steps, Wei Yuanzhou's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Grandpa, you deliberately didn't kill him."

Uncle Zhang stopped and remained silent.

Wei Yuanzhou said in a deep voice:

"If you don't kill him, how can I be a deacon? I told you that because of you, my family background rating has always been B-level. Unless I make great contributions, I can't compete with him.

"You have already hurt me once, why don't you help me?"

Uncle Zhang's old face showed vicissitudes, and said:

"Grandpa doesn't want to kill people."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently.

"Cough! Cough! Cough"

It seemed that there was thick phlegm stuck in his throat. He coughed hoarsely, his face flushed, his forehead was hot, and his breath was full of burning breath.

He was ill, very ill.

"Puff!"

A sharp blade pierced his heart from behind, and the tip of the blade pierced from his chest.

Beside his ears, there was the gnashing voice of Wei Yuanzhou:

"Grandpa, if you go to Songhai Branch, I will definitely be exposed, you can't hide it from them. Instead of this, why not give me the credit. With your credit, I can be promoted to deacon, and you also want me to be a deacon, right."

The huge pain came, and it was hard to tell whether it came from the heart or from the heart.

Uncle Zhang's turbid eyes flashed with pain, bitterness, and disappointment, but there was no surprise, and finally all turned into relief.

His lips trembled slightly, and he said the last words:

"Okay."

This is the last thing Grandpa can give you.

"Ring ring ring"

Hearing the familiar ring of the phone, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes suddenly, sat up in shock from his dying illness, and his heart stopped suddenly.

He took out the phone from under the pillow and looked at the caller ID. It was Guan Ya calling.

Didn't you say you would go back tonight? Why are you calling so early in the morning? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart, answered the phone, and said lazily:

"Sister Guan Ya, I don't want you to disturb my spring dream so early in the morning. You were so good in my dream, shaking your butt at me all the time."

Guan Ya said unhappily:

"Are you going to continue watching me shaking my butt in your dream, or follow us back to Songhai?"

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Back to Songhai? Didn't I ask you to wait in the hospital? I will handle this case. You don't have to worry about it. Just wait for the news."

Guan Ya said: "You don't have to deal with it, because it has been handled. The attacker last night has been shot dead."

"What?!"

Zhang Yuanqing was startled and all his sleepiness disappeared.