Mantra

Chapter 294 The Last Story
... When I woke up again, I couldn't hear anything in my ears.Really, no sound at all.

But it made me feel more at ease.

At least I got the peace I once dreamed of.

However, that wonderful feeling didn't last long, and I was disturbed by the uncontrollable pain all over my body and the irritating lights outside my eyes. That feeling was as sad as pulling my heart out and burning it with heat. .

Also because of this extremely painful experience, my body suddenly woke up after the initial chaos.

When the hazy pupils condensed again, I first saw the respirator tube inserted into my face, and then I saw a girl in a red sweater gently holding my hand.

That woman is Xian Hongye, right? !

When Xian Hongye saw me wake up, he was extremely excited. He yelled in one direction, and after a while, the two strange faces of Wang Hou and Ba Tulu appeared in front of my eyes.

They said something to me without listening, but unfortunately... I couldn't hear it.

Can't hear at all.

At that moment, I suddenly realized that my ear was damaged in the explosion.

It's a really depressing thing, but I can't be bothered with sentimentality.Because I looked at the white walls and all kinds of medical equipment around me, I knew that I had come back from hell. I am lying in the hospital now. Caves are much better.

In this way, I stayed in the hospital for three months.In the past three months, I gradually understood how I escaped to ascend to heaven in the underground of Helanbo City that day.

It turned out that when Heilanbo City was collapsing, the underground pressure was too great, and all the overwhelming pressure was ejected from the entrance of the blood well, bringing out a few stones weighing one or two hundred catties, and by the way sprayed me out.

It was very unexpected that I was ejected by the underground torrent, but even so, I was still seriously injured, not to mention multiple burns all over my body, and my eardrum was perforated in the huge explosion. I guess there is no hope of recovery in this lifetime.

Of course, being able to save a life is already the luckiest of luck, and people like me are not worth complaining about, besides, now that technology is so advanced, installing an artificial eardrum and adding a hearing aid can solve many problems, and this This thing Xian Hongye is already helping me Zhang Lou.

Thanks to Xian Hongye's help, I finally installed a suitable hearing aid before I was discharged from the hospital. Although I was not used to the somewhat mutated electronically synthesized sounds in my ears, I could still hear Hongye and Wang Hou's words, and I could hear those voices. Chirping birds called.

In this way, after I was discharged from the hospital, Cheng Feifei returned to Hebei with a complicated mood. As for the funeral of Lin Shaosong, Hei Lang and other mercenaries, Batulu told us not to think about it.

Because he said that the business of international mercenaries is very cruel, they are not governed by any treaty or law, and in order to keep their employers’ identities secret, even the passports and documents when entering and exiting are all fake. And background, you can't find it at all with local inquiries and databases, which means that their life and death have no impact on the lives of ordinary people at all.

After listening to Batulu's words, a trace of desolation flashed through my heart, for the black wolf, and also for Lin Shaosong who hid so deeply.

I suddenly understood why Old Nineteen used them, and I also suddenly understood how lucky I am. Although I am deaf, I still have brothers and a restaurant.

As soon as we returned home, we returned to my hometown in Hebei, and to the "Bayi Hotel" where I had been away for a long time.

To my surprise, there, Zhao Shuihe still helped me manage my facade and she did a better job.

I don't know why, but it is widely rumored in our small county that the owner of the Bayi Restaurant has sold the restaurant out and handed it over to a "Little Xishi" from Huaiyang to manage it.Not only is he beautiful, but he also cooks with special characteristics, which is refreshing for the people in the county who are used to eating Hu spicy soup and braised noodles.Every morning, there are more than 100 people rushing to buy Zhao Shuihe Sanding steamed stuffed buns.

Zhao Shuihe's performance was too amazing. I saw it, and was speechless for a long time, and finally stretched out my thumb helplessly: "I underestimated you, you are very powerful."

Zhao Shuihe waved his hands contemptuously and said, "You think I can only embroider pillows in the boudoir! Let me tell you, I have been a cook for several years. Since I was 15 years old, I have done many things in Huainan and Lunan. He also helped your master. Do you know that!"

I recalled with a wry smile, which was considered a confession.

Can you not admit it?They helped me run the store so well when I was away.It also helped me a lot.

Just when I bowed my head and was speechless, Zhao Shuihe pretended to be affectionate and continued to me: "You, don't thank me in a hurry, there is someone who wants to meet you, just when you are back, can you see him?"

"Who?" I raised my head and asked instinctively, "As long as it's not Old Nineteen, anyone will be."

"What old nineteen?" Zhao Shuihe looked at me with strange eyes, and continued: "It's my brother, my brother Zhao Shuirong!"

At this time, I just remembered that Zhao Shuihe has an older brother named Zhao Shuirong, who is said to be the backbone of Su Zizuo in Huainan, and the old nineteen did not go to Heilanbo City in person before to restrain her older brother.

After going through all this, I really want to meet this mysterious elder brother. After all, he and the old nineteen also have some intersections. Maybe he can tell me the reason why the old nineteen took the coffin from the underground palace.

So I nodded and said, "I want to see him too, but I don't know where he is now?"

Shui He smiled coldly at me and said, "Are you deaf and blind? My brother is eating porridge right behind you, but you didn't see him at all? It's a good thing that he has fried a few for you in the past few days. Return to the dishes, or you will have the current reputation and signboard!"

At this time, I just discovered that a middle-aged man reading a newspaper was sitting in the chair at the farthest corner of the Bayi Hotel. The man had handsome features and was considered a handsome man. Yangcai's unique mille-feuille oil cake seems to show his identity to me.

I was so anxious when I walked into the restaurant just now that Wang Hou and I didn’t see this tall man sitting in the corner. It was only after Zhao Shuihe’s reminder that we found out that it was a bit impolite.

I put on a smiling face, just sat down, reported to Zhao Shuirong and said, "I'm at Master Tian Buer, I didn't know you were here, please forgive me."

Zhao Shuirong put down the newspaper, pushed the thousand-layer oil cake in front of me and said, "Would you like a cake? Have a piece?"

I shook my head: "Not hungry."

Zhao Shuirong smiled slightly and said, "Aren't you hungry, or don't you know how to eat?"

His words made my face change slightly.

I feel that what he is talking about is the Huogong language in the Temple of the Five Viscera.

At this time, I remembered, according to what I know, the old rules in the Wu Zang Temple, one cook pushes dim sum to another cook, and asks him if he wants to eat pancakes?When you come to one piece, you are actually saying: "Is the journey safe?" Because the cake is flat, one piece means all the way, one time.If you associate it this way, obviously he asked me about my trip to Guizhou, and at the same time he was testing my inheritance.

So, belatedly, I quickly retracted my words, and at the same time tentatively replied: "You strolled all the way to eat ducks, didn't you? It's a pity that the old lady with small feet doesn't have big dumplings."

I'm asking Zhao Shuirong, saying that you came all the way from Huaiyang to eat our ready-made fruits, right?If it is, then let you bother, because we have not gone far enough (little-footed old lady, of course we can’t go far.), and there are no good things and good harvests (big trap, which means good harvest.).

Zhao Shuirong smiled when he heard the words, and continued to talk: "The labels on the plates don't need to be lit. I have a lantern for the 'old ghost'."

Zhao Shuirong's words made my eyes widen and my heart tremble.

This guy is really extraordinary. He told me just now that he knows about Old Nineteen and has come to argue with me.

I finally met a sensible person, so I was so excited that I even forgot to speak in Huogong language, but asked in plain language: "What do you really know? Who is Old Nineteen? What does he want a coffin for?" ?please tell me!"

(End of this chapter)