At this time, the window squeaked again, and it was obvious that he had closed it again. But the man made no movement. It was not like he had closed it by hand, but more like it had been closed naturally by the wind. Perhaps the man

I looked back with a ghost in my heart. After about a few seconds, I found that there was nothing strange, and then I started to look through the cabinet at the end of the kang again.

"Ah!" He suddenly yelled, and then I heard him jump under the kang, making a clanging noise in the room. When he jumped off the kang, he accidentally stepped on my ankle, which hurt my ankle.

It hurt. The sharp pain came and made me wake up instantly. The man rushed out of the door, his roar echoing in the open space.

When I was able to open my eyes, I saw a mess in the hut. My eyes were gray, as if shrouded in a layer of mist. An old man stood under the kang and stared at me with a smile. It was Zhang Tieji.

.My throat is very dry. I want to talk to him, but no sound comes out.

Humans and ghosts are separated by Yin and Yang, and we cannot communicate normally at all. He is not as scary as I imagined. He is no different from his appearance in life, with wrinkles on his face and big rough hands. He knows that I

You can see him, standing above my head and facing my eyes. His eyes are very turbid. Although there is a smile on his face, there are turbid tears falling from his eyes, so that the salty

Tears have fallen onto my face.

Zhang Tieji did not do great things in his life like the previous generations of captains. It can be said that his skills were the most ordinary. He only worked as a locksmith for the rest of his life. This ordinary old man's life came to an end.

He has joy, reluctance, and maybe regret...

Zhang Tieji could have taken over the big pole of Changsheng Mountain and become the leader of the world, but he did not have this fate. It was time for Changsheng Mountain to be disbanded in his generation, and it was not something he could control with his own power. The last moment of his life

He can only selflessly dedicate all his things to us descendants. I remember he said before we left that the reason why he has been alive until now is that someone can come and take away Wu Gongyao's autograph.

Xin. Yes, this is the belief he lives by. I regret not taking him to Ninggu Pagoda to meet his ancestor Yin Yang Saint. That is the place where the old Captain Mo Jin should go.

He stared into my eyes, maybe he saw the scene of his youth, maybe he saw the hope of the gold-touching sect to regain its strength, maybe he saw the final belief of dozens of generations of the gold-touching sect, the best fight in the world - the Qing Dynasty

Dragon Veins Treasure. His old knees knelt down and kowtowed to my head three times.

He not only worshiped me as the young master of the Hai family, but also worshiped his master, the Earth-Escape Centipede, his master, the Yin-Yang Sage, and the banner of Changsheng Mountain. Zhang Tieji, the last one to touch the Golden Colonel, his life

It has come to an end, and his plot has finally come to an end.

My eyes were burning. At that moment, I felt as if the family affection was thicker than water. Maybe I had always thought of myself too simply. The more I tried to distinguish myself from Captain Mojin, the more I became separated from them.
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