Ye Zhaoling sat down: "Then I will chase you now?"
"The centipede insect is dead but not stiff. Kill him while he is sick. Otherwise, when he reacts, he will probably be dormant in a dark corner, waiting to give us a fatal blow."
After saying that, he also sat down.
Ye Zhaoling slumped on the table: "I understand the truth..."
Tang Boyu looked at her closely: "Then why don't you get up?"
"Brother, donkeys in the production team don't live like this, right? Aren't you thirsty? Aren't you hungry? Aren't you tired? From six o'clock last night to now, it's twelve o'clock at noon, a full eighteen hours,
I didn’t even drink a sip of water. I fought and ran all over the mountains and fields. Now if I catch up and fight with an old pervert, I might die suddenly and young before I’m beaten to death by him..."
The pain in her chest ached, and she forced herself to smile helplessly: "Do you really think I'm a god? Or do you think I'm a bastard..."
Tang Boyu looked at her apologetically: "The holy soul has been stolen, and the ten-year period has expired early. This pot may obliterate outsiders at any time."
After hearing this, Ye Zhaoling picked up the chopsticks on the table and started to pick up the vegetables: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Eat the vegetables."
Tang Boyu:......
Tang Boyu just sat there and looked at her quietly, not moving his chopsticks or talking.
With dark eyes under long lashes, Tang Boyu looked at her thoughtfully. Layers of bad news hit her head. She was in a dangerous situation and her survival was worrying. She almost had to survive in the cracks...
She never showed a trace of timidity from beginning to end.
Although he is fearless, he is not a stone-hearted person. His eyes are lowered, his expression is stiff, his arms are unable to move freely due to pain, and his fingers are shaking unconsciously.
He could get a glimpse of it.
She didn't seem to notice it at all. She scooped up a few spoons of chicken soup from the soup vat. The hand holding the silver bowl kept shaking, but she still lowered her head and took a sip of the soup: "Be obedient! Eat some, eat some.
, finish eating before... ready to go on the road, right?"
Ye Zhaoling drank one mouthful after another, drinking all the chicken soup in the bowl.
The dishes on the table, except for the fish soup made with carp, are almost all her favorite dishes.
Chicken stewed with mushrooms, braised pork, salt and pepper potatoes...
Ye Zhaoling tasted each dish one after another, feeling overwhelmed.
This was the last time I sat down to eat with my father.
She never thought about the last time.
Mr. Ye, who was sitting on the main seat, died with his eyes open. His gaze was forever fixed on this small world.
I will never call her name again, never smile again, never plant flowers all over the yard for her again...
Not far away, Butler Xiaolin held the carp in his arms and was filled with grief.
Ye Zhaoling thought of the legend of Ruyi Empress in Qingcheng River, put down the silver bowl in her hand, and reminded him: "Go down the mountain quickly, there is Ruyi Empress in Qingcheng River, put her back into the river, maybe she can still survive
Survive..."
Tang Boyu echoed: "But her body has been burned, and she can only be a carp in this life, and there is no possibility of returning to human beings."
Ye Zhaoling stood up, clutched the Tang Dao tightly, and walked to his father: "There is not necessarily anything good about being a human being, and there is not necessarily anything bad about being a fish."
She reached out and slowly closed his eyes.
"Crack!" A crisp sound of shattering tiles resounded throughout the hall.
Ye Zhaoling drew out the knife and looked at the place where the sound came from vigilantly.
I only saw two tiles on the floor broken into small pieces and falling bit by bit, revealing a dark hole.
After a few seconds, a man climbed up from the cave.
Tang Boyu walked over and looked at him in shock.
The man looked at Tang Boyu and respectfully called "Mr. Tang".
Ye Zhaoling looked at him carefully.
"housekeeper?"
It turned out to be the old housekeeper who had stayed with my father for more than forty years.
When Butler Ye saw Ye Zhaoling covered in blood, he was filled with fear: "Miss! Why are you injured like this!"
He couldn't help but burst into tears when he looked at the miserable condition of Mr. Ye on the main seat.
"Master!"
Finally, he looked at Ye Zhaoling, his cloudy eyes showing a bit of kindness. He put down the backpack on his back, took out a square box from it, and handed it over.
Ye Zhaoling took the box, hesitated for a moment, and then opened it. Inside was a bronze disc with a diameter of more than ten centimeters.
"Miss, this is what the master ordered me to give you. It's a sea beast grape mirror."
"Sir, as early as yesterday afternoon, he had announced his death to the public."
Mr. Ye is on his deathbed. His body has already reached the edge of collapse. He knows that he does not have much time. The situation on Qingcheng Mountain is irreversible. He can no longer wait any longer. He must arrange things in the shortest possible time.
, take a good look at the road you have traveled.
Butler Ye knows this best, but he cannot mention this matter to anyone. After all, it is too unlucky to say such a thing. If he says it, wouldn't it curse the old man to death? Although everyone has said it in recent years.
They no longer pay too much attention to the old man's life, but this does not mean that he does not exist. In the eyes of the Ye family, the old man is still the one who is aloof and controls the entire family, so no one is willing to touch that minefield.
.
The old man suddenly announced his death in advance, which was a surprise to all those who knew about it. In the past few days, many people have been discussing the news. Everyone knows that the news is true, and everyone knows that the old man's health is indeed deteriorating. Today
It's not as good as in the past. Everyone has been prepared for such an ending, but no one thought it would happen so soon.
The actual damage caused by the fire in Ping'an Building was just a drop in the ocean of the Ye family's assets. No one knew why Mr. Ye was devastated by the fire.
It's like no one knows that Mr. Ye's ten biological daughters once lived in Ping'an Building.
In fact, the answer is very simple, that is, this monstrous fire will attract countless attention, and Mr. Ye does not want anyone to know the past hidden in this safe building before the fire.
He will use his own death as the end of all secrets.
However, he never expected that behind this secret, there was actually an unknown crime buried.
No one expected it.
Ye Zhaoling walked to the side of the tunnel and took a closer look. It turned out to be a tunnel that bifurcated to the left and right: "Where do these lead to?"
Butler Ye replied: "The right side leads to a path going down the mountain on Qingcheng Mountain."
After a moment of silence, he continued: "The left side... leads to the Ye family's forbidden area."
Butler Xiao Lin sneered: "Even now, are you still unwilling to tell everything you know?"
"Since you won't tell me, let me tell you!"
"Huang Sanmao must have escaped to the forbidden area! There is an elixir hidden in the forbidden area that can revive mortals from death! He must not be allowed to get the elixir! Otherwise, after taking the elixir, he will become an immortal monster.
No one can destroy him anymore!"
Butler Xiaolin added one last sentence.
"Cut off Ye Gong Dog's hands and take them with you, then you can open the gate to the forbidden land."
Butler Ye opened his mouth and murmured a few times, his face was slumped, and he did not say any words to refute.
Although it was said that Mr. Ye's hands were needed to open the gate to the forbidden area, no one took action at the critical moment. After Butler Xiaolin finished speaking, he rushed into the tunnel with the carp in his arms without looking back.
Butler Ye stood next to Mr. Ye, motionless.
Tang Boyu took Ye Zhaoling's knife-holding hand, and she held the knife tightly without letting go.
"Give me the knife."
"I'll do it."
Ye Zhaoling looked at him blankly.
"You come...? Why do you come? He is already dead..."
"Do you have to be so cruel? You can't even keep his body intact?"
Tang Boyu walked up to her and stared at her with a stubborn face with eyes like a deep pool.
He held her hand, and the knife dripping with blood was like an insurmountable gap between the two of them.
"Look at yourself, the wounds on your palms, the countless scars on your arms, the penetrating wounds on your shoulders that cannot be healed, the wounds on your chest that break frequently..."
"They didn't become like this because of me."
"Look at these people outside the door. There are hundreds of them. They were originally people, but now they have become monsters. They became monsters not because of me."
"Have you seen it? On Qingcheng Mountain, there are patches of charred land, and all life has been devastated. Have you seen it? The home you have lived in for ten years is in ruins. Have you seen it? There are not many living people in the Ye family now, and it is devastated.
…”
"None of them became what they are now because of me."
"Do you really think I'm cruel?"
"We are all hurt in this place. We are all just ordinary people. We all just want to pursue a happy and beautiful life..."
"No one wants to let things develop like this. No matter how painful or regretful it is, it can't be undone."
"I can imagine that you have lost your lover, relatives, family, everything. Maybe people will never be able to empathize with what another person is going through, but no one's heart is not made of flesh, Miss Ye."
"The past cannot be restored, but the future can be changed. What is lost has been lost forever. At least we still have the present and the future. Our lives are still there. Thousands of people outside the door have turned into monsters, and hundreds of
People died in the fire, and if those of us who still have the strength to resist lose the courage to end the struggle, then hundreds of people will still die in the never-ending struggle!"
"They are in the middle of the situation and are destined to choose to fight. But we are destined to end it all! We must move forward!"
Tang Boyu looked at her seriously: "We don't have much time to waste."
Tang Boyu pinched the numb tendons on her wrists, and Ye Zhaoling had no choice but to let go.
After a few minutes, with the knife in hand, Tang Boyu put them into the pot and washed them carefully with clean water, then wrapped them in a napkin and put them in a basket on the ground.
The two of them walked to the tunnel and saw Butler Ye lifting Mr. Ye's body and placing it on the dining table. He carefully arranged his body, wiped away the blood, and found a white tablecloth to cover it.
Meeting Ye Zhaoling's searching eyes, Butler Ye smiled miserably: "The road to Huangquan is too lonely. With me, Old Ye, by my side, he won't feel too lonely."
Ye Zhaoling turned around and was speechless for a long time.
