"There is a road below. I'll go down and take a look first." Zhang Haike said.
"Okay, get ready." Zhang Zhuoxun nodded, counted down three times, tightened and loosened his arms, and threw Zhang Haike toward the stone bridge behind the statue, "Let's go!"
Zhang Haike tensed up and landed on the stone bridge as he swung through the air. He bent his knees to cushion and then stood firm. He gestured OK with his backhand, and then walked step by step into the arched hole in the stone wall with the light on.
Wu Xie and three others were waiting outside. The road above was completely blocked, so they could only go down.
Zhang Zhuoxun grabbed the stalactite and climbed up, put away the wrist strap of the trap, and the two fat men immediately gathered around him and grabbed his hands, "I've caught you."
The fat man sat cross-legged on top of the King of Hell like a arhat. He grabbed Zhang Zhuxun's cheeks and pinched and kneaded them. However, there was no sign of deformation or peeling. He couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong with your face? The quality of this mask is too good."
Yeah, it won’t deform no matter how much you rub it.”
Zhang Zhuxun let them rub each other, smiling lightly and saying nothing.
Wu Xie came closer and squinted his eyes to examine it carefully, and found that the texture of the skin was warm and moist, and even the fine hairs were clearly visible on the contours of the cheeks that were illuminated from the side. After pondering for a while, he concluded, "This is a real face."
No matter the bones under the skin or the direction of the subcutaneous fat and muscles, there is no flaw at all. This is indeed a genuine real face, and it really can't be more real.
The fat man frowned, first in disbelief, then thought of something, lowered his voice and said: "Is this a super disguise technique that your old Zhang family secretly keeps secret? It can be 100% fake and real. That Zhang Haike's face looks real to me."
Yes, it’s just that the eyes are a bit treacherous.”
"Could it be that you also moved your bones like Zhang Haike?" Wu Xie was surprised, "Then you will have to live with the same face as me in the future."
"No." Zhang Zhuoxun smiled and told a little lie, "This secret technique is only temporary. After I leave the snow mountain, I will put on another face."
"What?" Wu Xie asked urgently, "Then you still want to hide?"
Zhang Zhuoxun nodded, "The face I once had is dead in the records of the Wang family, so I cannot appear in front of others. I need to let the Wang family chase all the Gulan people who have been 'resurrected' from the snow mountains."
Wu Xie pursed his lips, "Then what can I do? I only have a partial understanding of your plan until now."
"Zhang Haike is right." Zhang Zhuxun looked directly into his eyes, "You are the only person in the world who can save the Zhang family. You are like a unique key that can open the nine doors and the Zhang family."
The key to shackles.”
Wu Xie smiled miserably and said, "You can really lift me up."
"What about the things my third uncle once did? He has been in contact with the Zhang family for a long time?"
"There is no connection, but it coincides with each other." Zhang Zhuxun said, "Your third uncle only guessed the origin of my brother based on the clues left over from the old Jiumen period. He did not know the existence of the overseas Zhang family. He and I
Having agreed on something, you can think of it as three groups of people working towards a common goal."
"Three groups of people..." Wu Xie frowned slightly, "Then what's your identity? You said you are from the overseas Zhang family, but Zhang Haike and others don't know your origins. Could it be that there are other people in this world besides them?
Are there any other overseas Zhang family groups?”
Zhang Zhuxun was silent for a few seconds, then pulled the zipper of his jacket to the top. His fair and thin chin was hidden in the collar, and his eyelashes were slightly drooped.
In Wu Xie's opinion, this action meant escape.
"Can't you tell me?" he asked.
"I don't know." Zhang Zhuxun said softly, "I only remember that I came from the Zhang family overseas. I remember that I trained and studied with many of my companions, made trouble together, and were punished together after getting into trouble. I remember all this clearly."
"I don't have Zhang Haike's names in my memory, but they feel inexplicably familiar to me, like a shadow covered by fog. Maybe there is something wrong with my memory."
If there is really something wrong with his memory, then why do Zhang Haike and the others know nothing about him? As long as it is an overseas Zhang family, it is impossible not to have a name in the family tree.
The starting point of Zhang Zhuoxun's childhood memory is a vast white snow mountain, and a person who took him away from the snow mountain.
Perhaps it was because he came from a parallel world, and those people did not exist in the overseas Zhang family in another time and space, but why did he find traces of his father in this time and space.
Could it be that he was originally a person from this time and space, but something happened in the missing memories of his childhood that caused him to appear in another time and space, and then returned here at the moment of death seventeen years later.
The only thing that followed him here was the system. If the system is the medium that connects two time and spaces, will he return to the future one day in the future?
Zhang Zhuxun felt a little depressed. He felt like a small boat floating in the torrent of time and space, drifting with the current. The past was false and the future was illusory. It only existed at this moment. Between Wu Xie and the others,
The reality is around you.
If one day he really dies and the system leaves, will he be like those Gulan people in the past? After disappearing, no one will remember him, and no one will find him, as if he never existed, and he will never be found again in the world.
There is no trace of him anymore.
Someone suddenly pinched his shoulder. Zhang Zhuxun turned around and saw the worried eyes of Wu Xie and Fatty, and his heart suddenly calmed down.
He smiled suddenly, "It doesn't matter, as long as I don't forget you."
"That's right, as long as you don't forget us, it will be fine." Fatty quickly agreed, and added, "It doesn't matter even if you forget. The worst thing is that we will accompany you and find you again like my little brother did before, right?"
Wu Xie nodded heavily, "Let's go through it again from beginning to end."
"Okay." Zhang Zhuoxun responded with a smile.
"Then it's agreed, it's a deal."
Wu Xie stretched out his fist and looked at them. Although he said so, Muyu's character was too awkward. He was afraid that if something happened, even if the memory was still there, Muyu would hide secretly by himself and not let anyone
turn up.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhang Zhu was startled for a moment, then he smiled, clenched his fist and touched it lightly, "You are very thoughtful, so we'll make a deal."
The fat man chuckled twice and bumped his fists: "Friendship will last forever, and the fat man has made it a promise!"
Once we get along, it will last forever.
They will continue to walk side by side in the future.
Zhang Zhuxun took back his hand, intending to lighten the atmosphere, "Hey, by the way, did you two cry after you found out what happened to me?"
"No!" The two evil fat men looked at each other and said in unison.
Zhang Zhuxun pretended to sigh, "It turns out I wasn't crying. Hey, it seems I was just being sentimental. I thought I..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Xie kicked him from the side and yelled, "What did you think? You thought it was bullshit, but you still had the nerve to mention this. Did you know that we really thought you were gone...even Fatty?"
You didn't even attend Yun Cai's wedding, why do you deserve a beating..."
Cursing, Wu Xie took a deep breath, stepped forward, hugged Zhang Zhuxun, and hit his back hard several times, "You bastard, why don't you send us news while you are still alive? Even if you send a piece of hair back,
Okay."
Zhang Shuxun weakly argued, "Didn't I keep the video?"
"Shut up!" Wu Xie was cursing with every cell in his body, "You still have the nerve to say it, what the hell is the difference between that and a suicide note?"
Zhang Zhuxun's ears twitched at the roar, and then he was hit hard. The fat man opened his arms and hugged the two of them, staring at him with a sinister look, "It's hard for you kid to remember to prepare gifts in advance. You want to gouge out the fat man's heart."
Really? My innocent tears have salted the fruit wine in the bowl."
"You still have the nerve to accuse me." Wu Xie was not to be outdone, "I hugged the mouth of the well and cried loudly. I almost didn't know who jumped in."
The two of them scolded each other for a long time, then both turned their heads to Zhang Zhuxun.
Zhang Zhuxun suddenly became nervous, feeling like Little Red Riding Hood hiding in the quilt and shivering under the radar of Grandma Wolf.
"Hey, let's see what's going on!"
"It's a good meal from Sajia!"
Wu Xie and Fatty rushed towards him with open teeth and claws. Zhang Zhuxun's expression changed drastically, he turned around and ran away, quickly climbing down the stalactite.
"stop!"
"Goumuyu, stop it. If you dare to run away, see if I don't beat you to death."
Zhang Zhu crawled to the end of the stone pillar, jumped onto the stone bridge, and raised his head to remind them, "You two, slow down and watch your steps."
A white light shone out from the arch, and Zhang Haike said quietly: "You three had a great time."
Wu Xie and Fatty jumped down one after another. Zhang Zhuxun held each one up with one hand without looking back, "Listen to your tone, did you find anything?"
"Well, there is a stone palace inside. You must be very familiar with it after seeing it." Zhang Haike deliberately let it slip.