Paper horse incense shop

My heart twisted hard, and I immediately realized what had happened.

The sound of painful cries echoed in the cemetery, as shrill as the evil spirits causing trouble during the day.

He slapped his face with regret and haste, and even his cheeks were swollen and he showed no intention of stopping:

"My mother has stayed in that shantytown for three years. During these three years, some bastards who never kept a close eye on her and never saw a woman have ever teased her."

"She has always stood upright and sat upright, but after that day, her back has never been straight again!!!"

"I hate it, I hate it!!!"

I stepped forward and grabbed Mazi's hand, stopping him from going crazy and harming himself, and even said something to save him:

"Where's the master?"

"What did master do for you?"

The cheeks on both sides of the pot were swollen, and the blood was already dripping, but when he heard what I called the Tzu Ching girl, his eyes still lit up:

"My boss is a kind man."

"Once again, when my mother was caught by those people, my boss, killed all those bastards."

Da Zi regained some consciousness and looked up at me excitedly. His eyes were a little cloudy and a little bright. His voice was very soft, but it was just in my ears:

"My little boss, for a person like me who lives a normal life, my boss is a very kind person."

For some reason, my hand was suddenly burned by static electricity and I pulled it back suddenly.

Mazi didn't pay attention, but knelt on the ground in a daze and said:

"Three teachings and nine streams, five elements and eight works"

“When someone does good things, someone has to do bad things, right?”

"Otherwise, who will be killed by those great heroes who hold their heads high and wait for people to praise them?"

I opened my mouth, but couldn't find my voice.

Mazi was silent for a long time, then stretched out his hand to scratch his head. It seemed that he also had doubts, but he still could not find the answer:

"Of course, I also want to be a real hero."

"Although I haven't read much books, Mazi, I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away. When I was young, I also waited for some heroic master to save me from fire and water, accept me as a disciple, teach me my skills, and kill people along the way. When you go to the stronghold of the evil man, you will be admired by thousands of people."

Da Zi put down his hand scratching his head and finally set his eyes on the monument I had just erected for the Tzu Ching girls.

The blood on his face streaked across his swollen cheeks. He wiped his eyes again, but this time something seemed to have gotten into his eyes.

Just for a moment, Mazi's tears soaked through the seams of his hands, and then flowed down again:

"Well, doesn't it mean that the hero we met happens to be the villain in other people's eyes?"

"Those good people who are shouting and killing us now didn't come back then."

I wiped the moisture off my face and instinctively wanted to run away, but my feet gave way and I took a step back, almost falling directly into the lawn.

During the fall, I grabbed the tombstone next to me. The cold tombstone seemed to give me a special hand, helping me stabilize my body.

I looked sideways and saw that the picture of the Tzu Ching girl embedded on the tombstone was brand new, but her face gradually blurred in my eyes.

I tried my best to calm the shock in my heart, and after a long time I said:

".After all, everyone has his own way of living."

Mazi was stunned for a moment, stopped crying for half a beat, and echoed:

"You are right, little boss, everyone has his own way of living."

"If the roads were open and everyone went to better places, we might not be where we are now."

Cannabis is much more open-minded than me. There are so many things I have to learn in this world.

I nodded solemnly and looked at the empty cemetery for a long time. Then I remembered something and asked:

"Do you have money?"

Mazi was stunned again, supported his arms with both hands, lifted up his already kneeling body, and responded in a repeated voice:

"Yes, yes, my employer has been very kind to me over the years, and the money I receive is actually quite a lot."

"It's just that when the hall was removed, I spent some money to inquire about the owner's information, and also spent some money to keep a few things that I thought about from the guys who ransacked the house, so there wasn't much left. "

Duzi took out a black wallet the size of a fist from his pocket and started rummaging through it. I stood not far away and saw clearly that the wallet was made of leather and the edges had long been peeled off and rolled.

On the inner folder of the wallet, I saw a one-inch photo of Heidi. In the photo, a white-haired old man with one eye was blind. He was neatly tidied up and smiling nervously at the camera.

Obviously, this is a posthumous photo.

He found what he was looking for, limped towards me, and handed me the card in his hand:

"There are probably more than 180,000 left now. If you are in a hurry to use the money, you can take it first. If it is not enough, I also have some friends, and then I will think of a way."

My eyes swept across the card and I shook my head firmly:

"I'm not asking you for money."

"I may leave Changzhou soon. Master has many enemies in the past, and many people recognize you. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to find a job in the future."

I also searched on my body and took out three or four cards:

"What's more, you said you would stay here to guard the tomb. Life will definitely be more difficult than mine in the future."

"When I came to Changzhou, I only brought more than 1.3 million yuan with me. In addition to the 800,000 yuan spent on half-eye fortune telling, some daily chews, and money to buy the master's cemetery."

"There is still about 120,000 yuan here. I thought that there would be three holes in the rabbit hole, so I saved it among them."

"It's nothing at first. It's just that if you want to get it in the future, it will be a little troublesome."

MaZi suddenly raised his head and looked at me. I handed the money to MaZi and told him the password:

"I may not come back when, and I may not be able to come back. From now on, you will have to worry about Master's grave."

Jia Zi was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately put his hands behind his back instead of taking the money:

"No no no, I can't"

"My little boss is leaving, how can I still do it?"

"If I didn't have a boss, I would have starved to death. This is what I should do. I should have returned this miserable life to my boss."

Mazi shook his head desperately and spoke a little garbled, but this time I didn't hesitate at all, put the money directly into his pocket, turned around and left.

My steps were very fast, and Mazi behind me seemed to be lamely chasing after a few steps, and then there was a "thud" sound of kneeling down, followed by his tearful voice in the distance:

"Little boss——"

"I wish you a safe journey and good luck in martial arts."

"If Mazi can't keep up with you, I won't send you off."

I stepped heavily on my feet and stumbled out of the cemetery. As he said, the potpocket really stayed in the cemetery and did not catch up with me again.

I stood at the entrance of the cemetery and gasped for air. It took me a long while to vaguely remember——

If you gamble, you will win, and your martial arts will be prosperous.

It seems that it is exactly what the master said in the couplet. (End of chapter)