Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

The little girl was staring at the buns and steamed buns in the stalls downstairs, drooling.

Before Zhang Ji could answer, he turned around and walked to the first floor: "Eat first, and chat while eating."

Chapter 632

Both the grandpa and grandson were chewing, and Su Mo poured himself a cup of tea and sat beside him.

After eating half of the dishes, the two stopped. Zhang Xiaogou looked at the dishes on the table with eagerness, but he also put down his chopsticks.

"Let's eat." Su Mo still has a good impression of this little girl: "If you don't have enough, order more."

It's just that the little girl shook her head firmly, instead she took out a small box and carefully poured the food into it: "Brother Dashan, they haven't eaten yet..."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ji could only smile wryly.

"It's okay, let's eat first... the shopkeeper, and then go to another table."

Hearing what Su Mo said, and the fact that the food started to serve again, Zhang Xiaogou picked up his chopsticks again and started eating.

"Su Zhenchuan." Zhang Ji swallowed his tea, "You seem... a little different."

"What's the difference?" Su Mo replied with a smile.

"I can't say it." Zhang Ji shook his head: "It's just... the you before, you can see the luxury and extraordinary at a glance, just like the clouds in the sky, you can't touch it."

"Now, I always feel that you seem to be getting closer, and you have a bit of worldliness."

"Tell me, what's going on." Su Mo didn't continue the topic: "It stands to reason that neither the Jin family nor Qingyun Temple will let you starve."

Qingyun Temple itself is not short of money, and with the help of the Jin family, Zhang Jibai should not be mixed up in such a miserable state after entering it.

Zhang Xiaogou's eating movement suddenly stopped, his cheeks were still bulging, but tears fell down.

Zhang Ji let out a long sigh, with a bit of bitterness in his voice: "Su Zhenchuan probably doesn't know yet."

"The Qingyun Temple is gone."

"Not only the Qingyun Temple, but the entire city of Changcheng has been cleaned."

Su Mo didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

Sure enough, Zhang Ji confided to himself: "Not long after Su Zhenchuan left, Changcheng attracted the covetousness of foreign warlords who wanted to move in. After all, such a prosperous county is too attractive."

"Of course the Jin family would not agree, so a siege broke out."

"Changcheng was defeated. After the warlord entered the city, all the Taoist temples and Buddhist temples in the city were demolished. Our grandpa and grandson were driven out with the old Taoist priests."

"The old man was seriously ill at the time, and it rained heavily again, so he couldn't resist and left. As for the Jin family... I heard that a few people ran away, but more people died in Changcheng."

This is the world.

For practitioners, the school will not change for decades or even hundreds of years, it will always look the same, maybe the appearance of the group of brothers and sisters will not change much.

But in the mortal world, it may be just a few months, and it is a world of difference.

"Then don't you still have half-hearted fortune-telling skills?" Su Mo looked at Zhang Ji.

"Don't dare to count."

Zhang Ji smiled wryly and shook his head: "This is a troubled time, the age of flood dragons everywhere."

"Maybe any ordinary person who looks down and out will become a warlord in the future."

"Before I did the calculation for an ordinary rich man. I originally planned to get two silver coins, but it turned out that the man was ordered by a prince. I did the calculation for you, but I left a Taoist injury. As a result, the hexagram almost killed the old man. life."

"Thanks to traveling all over the years, I have seen a lot of weird things, so I tried to tell a story, but it's not that material..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ji glanced at his granddaughter: "As for the meal... I don't know if Su Zhenchuan has time, if I have time, I will take you to the current residence to have a look, and you will understand. "

.........

There was coke everywhere, and the ground was pitch black. Judging from the only ruins left, this house was probably quite dilapidated before.

There is still a faint smoke in the air.

Dozens of children huddled in a half-complete house with haystacks, but no one moved in even if they were shivering from the cold.

Because there was a six or seven-year-old girl lying on the haystack, with withered hair and a look of decay on her long-term malnourished face, like a flower that was about to wither.

"Brother Dashan, I'm so sleepy, can I sleep..." The little girl spoke softly, her voice was like a mosquito, her chapped lips were covered with dead skin.

"Don't sleep!" A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy hurriedly shook his head at her, his face full of panic: "Don't sleep!"

"Grandpa Zhang has gone to get us something to eat, and he'll be right back. Don't you always want to eat braised pork? It'll be there soon, just wait a little longer!"

"Ah."

The girl nodded her head obediently, a longing look flashed in her eyes.

Da Shan glanced at the girl, then suddenly turned around and walked outside: "I'll be right back, you guys keep an eye on Little Bean Sprouts."

"Brother Dashan, where are you going?" A child said: "Didn't Grandpa Zhang say, let us wait for him here, don't go out."

"I'm going to get something to eat!"

After finishing speaking, Da Shantou rushed out of the house that was destroyed by the fire without looking back.

The little bean sprouts on the haystack shrank back, even though they told themselves over and over again that they couldn't sleep, they still couldn't help feeling sleepy.

While half dreaming and half awake, she suddenly saw many figures appearing in front of her, all of them were children around her age...

"Little Douzi...Zhang Qiang...Wang Xiaofa..."

She knew these children, they were all friends from the orphanage before, but after a fire, these children, including the director Grandpa Xu, all disappeared.

"Little Bean Sprout, come here!" A friend waved to her: "We are waiting for you."

Little Bean Sprout realized that she could stand up at some point, she walked down the haystack and walked towards the group of friends.

The coldness and pain disappeared, and the more I walked, the warmer it became.

Her pace couldn't help but quicken a bit.

However, at this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the door.

He was wearing a blue long gown, his face was old, his beard and hair were all white, but his waist was straight.

Those children seemed to be very afraid of the old man, and fled in all directions.

"Grandpa Xu?" Little Bean Sprout recognized the old man.

However, the gentle Grandpa Xu in his memory glared at her for the first time, and shouted loudly, "Go back!"

Little Bean Sprout held her mouth and wanted to cry, but she backed away slowly. The colder and painful feeling became clearer as she walked back, but Grandpa Xu stood at the door, looking at her angrily.

Frightened, she finally retreated to the haystack.

"Little bean sprouts!"

There was a call in my ear.

She opened her eyes, only to find that dozens of friends were all around her.

One of them was crying: "You...you just fell asleep suddenly, no matter how you shake it, you can't wake up, we thought..."

.........

another world.

Looking at the children in a circle, the anger on Xu Ruiqu's face disappeared, and his eyes became kind and gentle.

It's just that behind him, the monstrous black mist surged and condensed into a huge silhouette of a skeleton.

The low voice sounded like a bell ringing: "Old ghost, you can't protect them!"

"At least it can be protected temporarily." Xu Ruiqu looked at the black mist without fear.

"Okay, I'll wait." The black mist gradually dissipated: "I'm waiting for the day you go to hell, when the time comes, I will treat you well!"

.........

In the teahouse.

Su Mo suddenly glanced somewhere in the distance, and a golden light flickered in his eyes.

"Su Zhenchuan?" Zhang Ji followed his gaze, and there were only ordinary streets and pedestrians passing by in his eyes: "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

Su Mo touched the hot Fengdu seal on the back of his hand. .

Chapter 633

Zhang Ji walked ahead with the lunch box in his left hand and Zhang Xiaogou in his right hand, and Su Mo followed behind without saying a word.

The three of them walked not too slowly, and they came to a seemingly remote courtyard between seven turns and eight turns.

Going all the way to the deepest point, there is a dilapidated building in front of it. You can see the black traces on the tall corridor pillars, and you can vaguely smell a puff of fireworks floating in the air. taste.

"Run! Let's see where you can go!"

A rough voice came.

I saw a fat and strong man panting heavily, with both hands caressing his knees, but his eyes were as big as copper bells, full of anger.

The beard with a full chin trembled as he spoke, and there was a messy apron around his waist, with blood stains faintly visible on it.

In front of him was a little boy in rags, about twelve or thirteen years old, holding a thick pig's trotter in his hand.

The boy's face was covered with stains, his eyes showed fear, he was exhausted, and he still had a bit of shame that couldn't be concealed, as if he knew what he was doing was wrong.

But instead he hugged the pig's trotters even tighter.

Seeing that the man was about to rush over, Zhang Ji hastily stepped up and stood in front of the boy: "Hey, hey, what's going on?"

"What's going on?" The man was about to yell, but his eyes turned around the two of them, and then he looked at Zhang Ji's neat gown, and immediately changed his words; "Your child?"

"This..." Zhang Ji hesitated a little, but nodded and said: "Yes."

"That's easy."

The man pointed to the boy behind him: "You little bastard, while I was talking to customers, he snatched a pig's trotter from my pork stall and ran away. I chased him for three or four streets, what a tired man!" Kill me!"

"What do you say about this matter?"

Zhang Ji turned to look at the boy, his face darkened: "Really?"

Dashan hugged the pig's trotters and nodded weakly: "I...I just want to make a pot of broth for the little bean sprouts..."

Seeing the child's dodging eyes, Zhang Ji was silent for a while, and finally couldn't bear to say the scolding that came to his lips, and turned to look at the butcher: "Then what do you think should be done?"

"Bring back the things!" The butcher snatched back the pig's trotters first, and then looked at Zhang Ji a few times: "Losing money!"

"Ah?" Zhang Ji looked embarrassed: "I..."

"Don't want to give it? That's fine." The butcher sneered: "Then I'll report to the officials. It happens that refugees will be deported recently, and this little bastard will be driven out of the city as a refugee. At that time, it will not be a matter of how much money gone."

Su Mo has been standing by the side watching without speaking.

"Together?" the butcher asked.

Su Mo nodded: "That's right, I know you."

"That's easy." The butcher took a fancy to the lame mule and said, "Bring me this mule and the long gown you are wearing, old man."

He looked confident, sure about this matter, Zhang Ji did not dare to report to the officials.

"Brother Da Shan..."

At this moment, a group of ragged children rushed over, all of them looked at the boy worriedly.

The last one to follow was a little girl with a pale face.

"Why are you here? Didn't I let you have a good rest!" Da Shan was a little anxious.

Little Bean Sprout shook his head: "Grandpa Xu said before that you can't steal from others..."

The little girl walked over the crowd to the butcher, and bowed: "Yes...I'm sorry..."