dragon hunter

Chapter 7 Aunt Tan

I picked up a Swiss Army knife on the square table, walked to the side of the old locust tree that was emitting green smoke, endured the residual heat from the trunk, and peeled off the bark layer by layer.

The outer layer of the trunk was burnt into charcoal, and when it was stabbed with a knife, a piece of black residue fell out.

Boss Zhen walked over quickly, ignoring the black ash floating around, staring at the tree trunk with concern.

The coke on the outside was peeled off, revealing what was inside, which was a strange object that looked like wood but not wood, cold to the touch, and crystal clear like black jade.

"Cultivating soul tree, we succeeded!" Mr. Zhen stretched out his slender fingers, brushed lightly against the tree, and muttered to himself.

"It's been more than ten years, and I finally fulfilled my original promise." The second uncle came behind me at some point, his voice hoarse and weak.

I was at a loss. I didn't know why this incident happened, and why my second uncle was willing to take such a big risk.

The Soul Cultivating Wood was finally cleaned out. It was a cylindrical object more than one meter high, as transparent as jade, and needed to be embraced by one person.

This piece of strange wood was wrapped with a layer of red silk, put into a wooden box filled with silk cloth and sealed.

"Take me to see Sister Tan." The second uncle put on his coat, lit a cigarette, and said in a low voice.

"The wound on your chest?" President Zhen's tone was somewhat concerned.

"It's okay, I can't die yet." The second uncle's tone was flat.

"Second Uncle, why don't you rest first?" I supported Second Uncle's arm, worried about his body.

The second uncle didn't speak, but looked at Mr. Zhen resolutely.

"Then let's go." Mr. Zhen stretched out his hand to support the second uncle, and led us to the elevator beside him.

"You all let go, I want to walk to see Sister Tan by myself." The second uncle's tone was a little stubborn.

The second uncle tried his best to straighten his back and strode into the elevator, breathing a little short of breath.

The elevator stopped at the top floor of the hotel. There was a mourning hall here. The white flowers were covered with a layer of light gray, and the furnishings were outdated.

A portrait of a woman in her 30s hangs on the wall. She is graceful and graceful, and her face is very similar to that of Mr. Zhen. They both have the same jade face and peach blossom appearance.

"Sister Tan, I'm here." The second uncle's lips trembled.

The second uncle staggered, pushed my arm away, and walked to the portrait with an excited expression, with tears in his eyes.

Except for that thunderstorm night, in my impression, I have rarely seen my second uncle lose his composure like this.

"Sister Tan, it's been 15 years, and I've never had the face to see you." The second uncle knelt down on the ground, crying with tears and snot pouring down his nose.

"Second Uncle..." I wanted to walk over to help Second Uncle up, but was held by a white hand.

"Sister Tan, if I hadn't been arrogant and underestimated the enemy back then, you wouldn't even have had the chance to be reincarnated. I feel ashamed." The second uncle lost control of his emotions and howled like a child.

I noticed Mr. Zhen standing beside him, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked at the back of the second uncle with a complicated expression.

"Who is the senior on the portrait?" I asked softly.

"My mother!" Boss Zhen's voice choked up, his pretty face turned to one side, and he reached out to wipe away a teardrop from the corner of his eye.

"Sister Tan, after so many years, I finally found the Soul Cultivation Wood. Don't worry, I will definitely restore your remnant soul." The second uncle's tone was full of determination.

"Second Uncle Zhang, you have fulfilled the promise you made to me." Boss Zhen walked over to help Uncle Zhang up, and said quietly, "I will also fulfill my promise."

"What promise?" I couldn't help being curious, and asked quickly.

Mr. Zhen turned around, facing me with a pretty face, with a serious expression, "According to the old agreement of the two families, from this moment on, I, Zhen Qingyi, will be your fiancee of Zhang Yifan."

"You...you..." I was so dizzy from the bomb thrown by the opponent, I didn't know what to say.

After Zhen Qingyi finished speaking, he supported his exhausted second uncle and sat down on a chair beside him.

"You...what are you talking about?" I couldn't hold back my face, and my neck was stuck, "Did I agree?"

"Shut up!" The second uncle slapped his legs, panted, and stood up with difficulty, "This is not only Tsing Yi's promise, but also your responsibility, a responsibility that Zhang's man must bear!"

"I...I..." I stammered, completely confused about the situation.

"This matter, it's settled." The second uncle waved his hand domineeringly, and made the decision for me.

In my heart, I felt like running through ten thousand grass mud horses. Originally, I had an extra goddess fiancée. This is a beautiful thing that I never dreamed of, but why?
And the face of the other party's jade face and peach blossoms reminds me of the miserable life of Shang Zhou and Zhou Youwang.

The fate of the emperor's true dragon also fell on the street in the end. I am a poor guy, will my fate be even worse?

In short, no matter how much I protest, I bid farewell to my single dog life, and I have an extra white, rich and beautiful fiancée.

The woman on the portrait, I call her Aunt Tan, regardless of my relationship with Zhen Qingyi, the other party is a senior, I should pay respects to her.

"Huh? This mole is a bit strange, it looks like a 'death mole'." I accidentally saw a black spot between Aunt Tan's eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)