Chapter 8 Chapter 6: The Adventure of Zanghua

Autumn remnant. The fallen leaves withered. The wind is not strong, but the snowflakes are rustling and floating. Tiandiwen is full of an indescribable sense of desolation and desolation. The mountain road is rugged, but it continues to the town at the foot of the mountain. Although he changed into a new set of clothes, he still couldn't hide the pain and loneliness that Zhong Ruirui felt. In particular, the shallow scar between the eyebrows actually carried a touch of desolation. Although he was not walking slowly, he was not going anywhere fast. The long life in prison had already worn away his energy, energy, and spirit to almost nothing.

Zang Hua looked curiously at Zhong Rui's walking posture, his walking gait was not like ordinary people, he walked step by step. He took a step forward with his left foot first, and then slowly dragged forward with his right foot touching the ground. It seemed that every step was very difficult. Did he have to walk this way because of physical weakness, or was he a disabled person, Zanghua really wanted to ask him why he walked like this?But she didn't ask, she respected the individual's right to privacy. She believes that everyone has the right not to say what they don't want to say, and to refuse to answer.

At a glance, the mountains are covered with snow, and the snow shines like diamonds under the sunlight. The snowflakes continued to float, falling on Zhong Rui's hairline, eyelashes, and the tip of his nose, gradually accumulating. But he didn't even have the intention of reaching out to erase it. Not only did he talk less, he also seemed lazy. Zanghua worked so hard to rescue him, although he shouldn't cry like some people, but at least he should say thank you. No.He just looked at the Tibetan flowers quietly, and said lightly: "What do you want me to do for you?"

Zanghua was stunned, she felt funny and annoyed, and replied with a wry smile: "No, do what you want to do." He looked at her quietly again, and after a while, he left the city and walked into the mountain with his strange and strange walking posture. Of course Zanghua has to follow, and the reason to rescue him is to know the extremely mysterious and weird "mummy" secret. He was still walking, not slowly, but every step seemed painful. How long will it take to go this far? He didn't know, didn't even bother to think about it. Now that he has started to walk, he will not stop, even if death is waiting for him, he will never stop.

Never stop until you reach your destination. ——Isn’t life supposed to be like this? It’s still early in the sky. Looking far away at the foot of the mountain, you can see a faint outline of the town. Although the street is neither long nor wide, there are dozens of shops and houses. This street is very lively, almost like the Tianqiao in Beijing, there are all kinds of things sold. Although it's only past noon now, there are all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, selling all kinds of snacks, performing all kinds of tricks, and waiting for all kinds of customers. Arriving here, Zang Hua's eyes were dazzled, she really didn't expect that this is the place where Zhong Ruihui was going to come.

All people who live in remote rural areas, whether they are men or women, adults or children, shopkeepers and guests, disabled or wealthy, all have one thing in common—simplicity. Simple smiling face, simple business, simple conversation, simple treatment. All living habits are inseparable from simplicity. Because simplicity is like a seed, sown in the blood of their ancestors thousands of hundreds of years ago. From the first glance, Zang Hua already fell in love with this town. She felt that no matter the people or things in this town, it was full of strong human touch. Girls dressed plainly were looking for their favorite compacts in front of the rouge stalls.

The boss who sells rouge and other goods secretly "ate" the "tofu" of the girl in the red dress by taking the opportunity to change money. The girl in the red dress let out a "cheech" laugh, blushing like an apple and leaving. An obese middle-aged woman and a child wearing a "sky cannon" were buying candied haws. Three old men whose faces have been carved with many marks by the years gathered at the food stall in the corner, talking about their heroic deeds when they were young. A burly man in coarse cloth pushed a wheelbarrow from the other end of the long street, shouting and pushing it along the street.

The performers in the rivers and lakes are leading well-trained little monkeys to perform rope walking stunts. The onlookers clapped their hands and applauded endlessly, and some even paid for it and threw it into the arena. There is a human touch everywhere here, and Zanghua likes this feeling. She believes that if a person stays in this environment, he will never have evil thoughts. Although Zhong Huehui didn't have as deep a feeling as hers, the desolation of the scar between his brows was also a little lighter. Without knowing it, the party has already wandered to the middle of the long street, which happens to be the place where the little monkey is performing stunts.

At this moment, someone suddenly said two words loudly, and then everything happened in an instant, and it was almost over when Zanghua couldn't figure out the situation. The two words that were shouted out were: "Not guilty." The conversation didn't stop, the little monkey who was playing suddenly jumped up, jumped over the crowd, and rushed towards Zhong Ruin's face. The middle-aged woman who was buying candied haws shot the candied haws in her hand at Zhong Ruin's chest. The three old men who had been drinking suddenly became agile and attacked Zhong Ruin's feet.

The man pushing the unicycle turned the car and bumped into the dead man. All attacks were destroyed by the clock, and when Zanghua was about to step forward to relieve the crisis, the girl in the red dress who had just bought a compact had already sprinkled the compact in her hand on Zanghua. The powder is not flying, and she is fascinated by Tibetan flowers in an instant. When she is not covered by powder, she has found that the roof is the safest place. So she closed her eyes tightly, jumped up, and before she jumped, she said loudly to the clock, "The roof." In her bewilderment, she seemed to see Zhong Huanhui jumping up, and also seemed to see the boss who sold makeup, powder and other goods suddenly pulled out a long whip, and waved his hand to Huan Huanhui in the air.

The long whip wrapped around Zhong Rui's neck like a spirit snake. Then she didn't know the following things. At this time, although she was already on the roof, her eyes were covered with powder and she couldn't open her eyes. She could only listen with her ears, but in such a noisy place, suddenly there was no sound, and it suddenly fell silent.It was as silent as death. ——What happened to this place? Did Zhong Ruo escape the attack? ——Why did the people in this town attack Zhong Ruo? ——Why there was no sound suddenly? Zang Hua was eager to know the answer, But her eyes were closed by the deadly powder. There was a wind blowing. A wooden signboard next to her was creaked by the wind. This was a very respectable signboard in the town, but now It was broken and cracked, just like the teeth of an old man. The signboard was covered with blood, and the eight characters written on it could be vaguely discerned, "Li's old shop, children and old people are not deceived." "The situation on the street is much worse than this signboard. Zanghua stood quietly on the street, watching the signboard swaying in the wind. When the wind stopped, she slowly turned her eyes Move to Long Street. Although this place is not a big city, it is still a very lively town. Travelers who come from south to north will always linger here for two or three days when they pass by this town. But this town now looks Come, it seems that there has been no one for three years. If the things that were just bought and sold are still left on the street, Zanghua will really think it is a nightmare. Nightmare will always wake up. The nightmare of Zanghua, But I don’t know when I will wake up? Is Zhong Huohui alive? Is he dead? Why did the people in this town kill him? Where did these people go? Why did they disappear in an instant? Why did Zhong Huohui bring her here ?Could this town be the place where the ascetic monk died? Or is there a demon hidden in the town, who will devour strangers as soon as they come? Not long after noon, there was sunshine and wind, but the snow did not fall. In this cold autumn season, today is a rare warmer day, but Zang Hua felt a chill piercing her bone marrow from the soles of her feet and rushing up her back. In the deathly silence, only the wind broke through her. At this moment, it sounds like a bat in hell flapping its wings. Why is Zanghua still standing there quietly? Is she thinking about what happened? Or Waiting? If she is thinking about it, she has not seen what happened in this place from the beginning to the end. How can she start thinking about it? If she is waiting, what is she waiting for? Waiting for the reappearance of the person just now? Or death? Death? Death again? It's almost dusk, and the snow has started to fall. There is snow and there is still wind. The wind is blowing, and suddenly there is a song with the wind. At this moment, in this situation, in this situation, the song sounds, It's like coming from hell. The road to the end of the world destroys people. People are destroyed before they reach the end of the world... When hearing this song, a strange feeling of humanity suddenly appeared in Zanghua's empty eyes. ——No matter what kind of expression it is, it is definitely not an expression of pain. The singing is approaching, and at the same time as the singing, it is actually a beggar. This beggar is actually from the only decent signboard "Li's old shop "He walked out. The beggar bowed his head and sang, and actually held an ingot in his hand. He wasn't walking fast, but he wasn't looking at the road. Did he already know that there was no one in this town? There is not even a dead person, so he walks with his head down at ease? Zanghua is still standing in Deng'er, the only place on the street where he can walk, so this beggar bumped into Zanghua. Four "Why do you stand Let me hit here? "This beggar's voice is actually very loud. Zanghua laughed. She usually laughs when she meets this kind of person." What's your friend's name? " "I am not your friend, and you are not my friend. "The beggar stared at her." Why did you ask me your last name? "Tibetan flowers are still smiling." Friends, who are you? "" Oh!I hate people asking me, who are you? "The voice of a beggar is louder." People like to ask me, who are you? "This beggar seems to be a little demented. It is a very simple sentence, but he has to repeat it several times, and when he speaks, he seems to have an egg in his mouth, slurring. Tibetan flowers are When he wanted to use other methods to ask him again, he had already opened his mouth and said: "Now you listen clearly, I am going to tell you, who am I? The beggar pointed to his nose. "My surname is Huang, and my name is Young Master. Young Master Huang is me, and I am Young Master Huang." " "Master Huang?" "Zang Hua was a little surprised. This beggar is actually called Young Master Huang! "Do you remember clearly?" The beggar seemed to be afraid that she would forget, and asked again: "What is my name and who am I?" "Remember clearly." Zang Hua actually imitated his tone. "You are Young Master Huang, and Young Master Huang is you." "Yes. Don't ask me in the future, who are you?" The beggar shook his head. "I hate people asking me, who are you, but people have to ask me, who are you? Sigh!" The beggar sighed, and suddenly slid under the side of the Tibetan flower, and ran away in a hurry. He ran very fast, but he definitely looked like someone with a foundation in light skills. All beggars in the world run very fast, and this seems to have become the only skill of beggars. But Zanghua is naturally much faster than him. "What do you want to do?" the beggar gasped as he ran, "Are you trying to grab my ingot?" Zanghua smiled, and suddenly stretched out her hand, and actually snatched the ingot in his hand. "It's terrible, it's terrible, there are robbers robbing the money!" The beggar yelled. Fortunately, there is no one on this long street, otherwise Zanghua really doesn't know what to do. If he wants to snatch money from beggars, wouldn't he become an eighth-rate robber. "Give me back the silver." The beggar called louder. "Otherwise I will fight you hard." "As long as you answer me a few words, I will not only return the silver to you, but also give you a bigger ingot." The beggar blinked and seemed to think for a long time before nodding. "Okay, what do you want to ask?" "Have you been in this town long?" "yes." "Did you see everything that happened in this long street shortly after noon?" The beggar seemed to tremble a little before he nodded. "Tell me what the hell happened in this town"?Is that friend of mine alive or dead?Where did the town's people go? "Zanghua asked three questions in a row, but these three questions pierced the beggar's body like three icicles. Not only was his body shaking, but his teeth were already chattering." I... I see... I didn't see... "His speech was already slurred, and now he couldn't hear what he was talking about. Zang Hua suddenly took out a big ingot and shook it in front of the beggar. This ingot is more powerful than any fairy medicine, and the beggar not only did not shake Now, eyes wide open, staring straight at the big ingot in Zang Hua's hand." Can you tell me what happened at noon again? ""Can... yes." "The beggar stretched out his hand to take the ingot, but he withdrew his hand after hiding the flower." After finishing the matter, I will give it to you. ""it is good. "The beggar turned his head to look at the long street, with a kind of fear gradually showing on his face. It seems like what happened at noon" happened again. "After you jumped on the roof, your friend with the scar between his eyebrows also jumped..." The Tibetan Flower Department knew what happened before this, and what she wanted to know was what happened after this. "The boss who sells rouge saw your friend jump up, he...a long whip suddenly ran out of his hand. "The more the beggar talks, the more frightened he becomes." The long whip in the air, as if it had eyes, wraps around your friend's neck, and then... Then..." "And then what? "Zanghua asked anxiously." Then...then..."The beggar swallowed and stared at her." Then there was nothing. ""there is none left?What is missing? … "If it's gone, it's gone." The beggar grinned. "No, I just passed out when I saw this." "You—" Zang Hua was too angry to speak. "You, you, you. I am a person of flesh and blood, do you want me to watch such a tragic thing happen in front of my eyes?" The beggar said confidently. "Since I couldn't save your friend, I had to pass out." Zang Hua looked at the beggar, wondering whether to be angry or laugh?He suddenly reached out and snatched the ingot from her hand. "Give me the big ingot after you promise to ask questions." The beggar held the ingot tightly. "Now that I've finished my questioning, this ingot is already mine." It's useless to ask these things, she knows what he said, but he doesn't know what she wants to know. In such a situation, someone else would have snatched the ingot back first, and then slapped the beggar twice. Luckily Zang Hua was not someone else, she just sighed and said in frustration, "Go, Yuan Bao is yours already." "Really?" The beggar didn't believe it. Zanghua nodded. "You won't snatch it back?" the beggar took a step and asked back. Zanghua shook her head. "Then I'm leaving?" He took another step. Zanghua nodded again. "I'm leaving?" He took another step. This time Zanghua didn't bother to nod. "I really left?" The beggar seemed to still not believe it, but this time he took a step back. Tibetan flowers seem to be too lazy to listen. The beggar took another step back and said softly, "Am I really leaving this time?" "Are you finished?" Zang Hua was so angry that smoke was coming from his head. "It's over." The beggar has already run to a far away place, looking at the Tibetan flowers.Judging by his expression, he must have regarded Zanghua as a monster. Zang Hua still stood quietly on the long street, with no expression on her face. But her heart is already in turmoil. Although Du Wuhen had guessed that she would rescue Zhong Juejue from Yang Zheng, no one knew how she would go about saving Zhong Juejue. Except for Yang Zheng. Now don't say it is the person who destroyed Zhong, even if he is born?Whether it's death or not, she doesn't know how she will face Yang Zheng. How to explain to Yang Zheng? escape.She can just leave, and the ends of the earth let her go, even if Yang Zheng is the emperor, there is nothing he can do about her. But she will not escape, nor can she escape.She has her own principles of life. No matter how serious the consequences of this matter are, how much punishment will she receive? She can't escape. "It is impossible for anyone to agree to your ridiculous request." Yang Zheng stared at Zanghua. "But I believe in you. You can take Zhong Ruozhu away, but you must bring him back half a month later." "I will definitely bring him back, and bring him back intact." Zanghua replied in a positive tone. "If you don't return after the time limit, you will be considered as a repeat offender who robbed the court." Yang Zheng said word by word: "This will be copied and executed." Although today is still thirteen days away from the half-month deadline, I don't know whether Tibetan Flower Lianzhong is alive or dead. Where did she go to look for him, the five nights finally covered the earth. Although the snow has stopped in the last autumn, the severe cold has made the snow on the long street freeze.The icicles under the eaves, like wolf teeth, seem to be waiting to be eaten by someone. There was still no one on the long street, and the whole town was as dead as a cemetery, and the world was filled with a kind of "dead" energy that could freeze all life. There is no wind, and even the wind and rain department seems to have been frozen to death. Zang Hua was sitting in a restaurant at the end of the long street, and there was food and wine on the table. The dishes are taken from the kitchen of the restaurant, and the wine is of course placed on the counter. She was sitting in front of the window, facing the long, dead street, but her eyes fell on a distant void. She still stayed in this small town, not because she wanted to wait for a "miracle" to happen, but because she had to find a quiet place to sit down and think about this matter from beginning to end. ——Is there any place that is quieter than here, Zanghua is such a person, usually crazy, dare to do anything, and don't care about everything. But when she encounters a problem, she will calm down and silently think about the ins and outs of the matter and the solution. She picked up her glass and took a sip. This incident started when she bet with Du Tian and discussed wine in the rain, and then she knew the true identities of Du Tian and Mr. Wen Huo and their intentions. There seemed to be nothing suspicious about it, the only suspicious thing was that when betting with Du Tian, ​​a homeless man who kept coughing suddenly appeared and said a few words that she still couldn't figure out. "Why bother?" "Why bother?" Who is this coughing tramp, and what do these two sentences mean? Zanghua took another sip of wine, although this town is very remote, but the wine is authentic Zhuyeyu. The food is not very good, but in this case, it can only be sloppy. Zang Hua put down her wine glass, and her bright eyes, which are always full of enthusiasm, stared at an illusory place in the distance. Du Wuhen first used Di Qinglin as bait to lure her interest, and then told her that Zhong Ruihui was related to the "mummy" incident. At this time, Zanghua thought it would be very difficult to let go of this matter—who told her to be naturally curious? She "borrowed" Zhong Juejue from Yang Zheng in the most absurd way, so she followed Zhong Juejue to this small town. Then the inexplicable incident that caused her headache and frustration happened today. That's why she stays like a fool in such a place where birds don't lay eggs, drinking "boring" wine. Although this matter involves the beautiful and mysterious "mummy" legend, it seems that there should be no conspiracy. But the more Zang Hua thought about it, the more she felt strange, and she couldn't say what was wrong, anyway, there must be something wrong with this matter. Night, no moon and no stars. The stars and the moon in the sky seem to be afraid of the "death" in this town, so they hide. The mountain phoenix brought the fragrant smell of the mud from the distant mountains, and also brought a slight cough. Zang Hua's eyes widened immediately, and her ears pricked up to listen again. "Cough!" There was another cough, this time from the long street. Zanghua looked towards the long street. In the darkness, there seemed to be a slender figure walking over from the long street. After walking two steps, he stopped, bent over and coughed. After spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, he straightened his body and continued walking towards the restaurant.When he walked to the door, Zanghua saw this person clearly. He was wearing a gray gown that was washed white. He was tall and thin, but his face was pale, as transparent and white as the waves stirred up by the waves hitting the rocks. He was no longer young. His The corners of his eyes are covered with wrinkles, and every wrinkle is filled with the desolation and loneliness of his life. Although his face is expressionless, it seems to have a touch of melancholy and emptiness. Only his eyes are young. These are the two The strange eyes seem to be dark blue, as blue as the blue in the deepest part of the sky. These eyes are also like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, gentle and flexible, and like sea water under the summer sun, full of It brings a pleasant vitality." Wouldn't the host be pleased when a guest came from afar? "This is the first sentence he said when he entered the door. He actually regarded this place as Zanghua's home, and Zanghua as his master. Although Zanghua was stunned for a moment, he immediately smiled and said: "Coarse wine is light, let's talk about appearances." tribute. " He took a deep breath and let it out slowly after a long time. "Good wine, this is 20-year-old Zhuyeqing." This is a standard alcoholic, and the type of wine can be distinguished from the smell of alcohol. Zanghua poured a glass of wine and handed it to him, and also poured a glass for herself. "Cheers." Zanghua said: "No matter who you are, what purpose are you here for? Just based on the skill you just showed, I have already decided to make you my friend." After the middle-aged man drank a glass of wine, he began to cough loudly again. The incessant coughing made his pale face glow with a sickly blush. ——It was as if the flames in hell were burning his body and soul. Zang Hua tilted her head to look at him, and murmured to herself: "Strange, strange, I seem to have seen him before?" The middle-aged man finally stopped this "amazing" cough. He took a deep breath to ease his breathing, then poured another glass of wine and raised it happily. "Seeing each other again, thanks to the gift of wine, and love, how dare you be greedy?" "Again?" Zanghua thought about it, suddenly thought, and said loudly: "I remembered, you are the homeless man who came out from behind the tree when I made a bet with Du Tian that day." There was a smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth. "I still think of you today." Zang Hua said, "You just appeared." "Oh?" "What did you mean by that sentence you said to me that day?" Zanghua asked. "You really don't understand?" "I don't understand." Zanghua answered quickly. The middle-aged man drank the wine with a smile and wanted to cough again, but he held back and looked at the Tibetan flowers with a smile. "Why bother?" His smile was as heart-warming as the first rain after a long period of rain, "You know. You don't need to fall that, why bother to make your body hurt?" "You can see it?" Zang Hua looked at the middle-aged man and nodded. "You can climb all those thirty trees in ten minutes." "I'm just ashamed to let him lose so badly." The middle-aged man stared at the Tibetan flowers. "Do you think Du Tian really lost?" "Is not it?" "Even if there is no betting at all, I guarantee that Du Tian will still go to you." "Looking for me?" Zang Hua was surprised. "Just because of the destruction of the clock?" "It's just one of those little things." "Is there anything else?" Zang Hua's eyes lit up. "The other thing that's the real big deal?" "You look like a hidden flower after all." What is this sentence?But Tibetan flowers understand. To put this in other words, it would be like this: "Zanghua is finally a bit like the legendary cleverness." Zang Hua took a sip of the wine, put down the glass slowly, and looked at the lights. The light is like a bean, the wick is short, and it is stirred again. "Could it be that what Du Wuhen said about 'mummy' and 'traitor' are all in vain?" "It's true." The middle-aged man stared at her. "The truth is more serious than what he said." "It seems that my curiosity should be changed." "It's too late." The middle-aged man said calmly, "As far as I know, within five days, at least six or seven people will come to you." "Looking for me?" Zang Hua asked, "Just for that big event?" "If it was because of that matter, Chu Liuxiang and Xiao Li Feidao would have come here long ago." The smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth grew stronger. "They're about the mummies." "But why has no one heard about 'mummy' before?" Zang Hua asked, "Now it suddenly seems like a treasure, and everyone is rushing to get it." "That's because someone spread the news on purpose." There seemed to be melancholy in the eyes of the middle-aged man. "Is this mummy recipe really so attractive?" "In ancient times, Qin Shihuang was able to work hard for the medicine of longevity, not to mention the secret method of living after death." The middle-aged man smiled wryly. "I don't think it's important whether a person lives long or not." Zang Hua said, "What's important is whether life is worthwhile? Is it meaningful?" "If everyone thought like you, the world would be peaceful." "It's a pity that people are not satisfied." ——This is also one of the many weaknesses of human beings. Autumn is gone, but the night is not deep. The wind seemed to blow harder, and the only decent signboard in town was squeaking again. "Six or seven people will come to see me within five days." Zang Hua asked, "What kind of people are six or seven?" "Of course they are very smart people." The middle-aged man said, "Especially three of them." Zanghua listened with great interest. "Have you heard of Sai Xiaoli?" asked the middle-aged man. "As soon as Xiao Sai came out, did Xiao Li escape Sai Xiaoli?" "That's right." The middle-aged man took a sip of his wine. "He debuted for six years," Feidao only shot sixteen times. ""Never true"?" "Never false"!" "The eyes of the middle-aged man fell on the long street." No matter how powerful his throwing knives are, there is one thing he can't compare to Li Xun Huan. " "Which point?" "Li Xunhuan's throwing knife is for saving people, his throwing knife is for killing people. "Zanghua said: "He is not as good as Xiao Li Feidao in this respect. " The middle-aged man nodded in agreement, and continued, "I'm afraid there are very few people who haven't heard of the second person's name." "Really?" "Dragon Fifth Young Master." Zang Hua's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. "Guangdong Dragon Five?" "It seems that there is only such a dragon five." "It seems that this matter is getting more and more interesting." Zanghua looked up at the night sky, pondered for a while, and then asked: "Then the third one?" The middle-aged man did not answer, but raised his glass slowly, took a sip slowly, but did not put down the glass, just holding it in his hand.Seeing his expression, he seemed to be thinking about how to use words, and he seemed to be empty, not thinking about anything. Feng didn't know why and stopped, and the land was so quiet that it would make one feel guilty. Although the wind stopped, the chill was even worse. The chill just makes people feel cold, but it makes people afraid. ——Some "experts" have tried it. If a person stays in a room that is 10% quiet, he will go "crazy" within an hour and a half, and he will definitely commit suicide within three hours. Tibetan flowers don't seem to like this kind of "quietness" feeling, she asked loudly: "Who is the third one? " "have no idea." Zanghua was startled by the middle-aged man's answer, she stared at him with wide eyes. "have no idea?" "I wish I could know who he is?" The middle-aged man finally put down his cup. "According to legend, he usually holds an ingot in his hand and is crazy all day long." Suddenly, Zanghua's mind came up with every move of the little beggar in the afternoon. "If he gives you the ingot with a smile, it means that you are related to the King of Hades." The middle-aged man said, "In less than three days, that person will disappear." "If he disappears, he will die?" Zanghua asked . "It's okay to die, at least there is a corpse." The middle-aged man said, "When I met him, everything disappeared." "What is missing means that he not only wants his life, but also his body?" "Probably so." The image of the little beggar in Zanghua's mind is clearer. Could such a lovely person be a murderer among middle-aged people? six "Why do you know these things so clearly?" Zang Hua looked at the middle-aged man like a blade. "Who are you?" "I'm a dead man." The wrinkles between the middle-aged man's eyebrows seemed to be sad. "I should be dead." "Are you a dead person?" Zang Hua regained her playfulness. "The dead are ghosts?" There was sadness in the eyes of the middle-aged man, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Are you a ghost of unjust death? A ghost of hatred? Or a ghost of revenge?" Zanghua asked with a smile. "His name is Damn Ghost," the voice seemed to come from the long street, and it seemed to come from the restaurant.