Chapter 220 Death is the rebirth on the other side
Meng Zhi spoke so seriously that Ye Xingzhou couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"Junior brother, who are you going to see?"
"grandfather."
Passing through the secluded path and the stone archway, you will see a house located in the south corner.
This place is quiet and secluded, with only two servants guarding the gate.
Seeing Meng Zhi coming, the servant bowed and saluted, "Young Master."
"Guard the door."
"Yes, young master."
These two young men are cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage and are also my grandfather's men. They are slightly more trustworthy than other people in the Meng family.
Meng Zhi raised his hand and pushed open the door.
The scent of calming incense hit me in the face, and perhaps because too much was burned, the smell was a bit choking.
Compared to the luxury of other parts of the Meng family's house, this house seemed rather shabby and empty.
From behind the dark bed curtains came a sound that was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, accompanied by a cough.
Meng Zhi lifted the curtain, and the scene came into view, with a strong visual impact.
Under the silk quilt lay a dry skin bag covered with spots and wrinkles. If the skin had not wrapped around the bones and the person had not made any noises, Ye Xingzhou would have suspected that the bed was covered with human skin.
The skin on the head is thinner, and you can almost see the shape of the skull. Even with the eyes closed, the two deeply sunken eye sockets are still very frightening.
Like a rotten tree, like a candle with its roots hanging on, it is still hanging on to its last breath.
No wonder Meng Zhi asked Ye Xingzhou to be mentally prepared.
In this state, I dare not speak loudly, for fear of accidentally waking someone up with my voice.
Meng Zhi glanced at Ye Xingzhou and saw that except for the initial surprise, he had maintained a calm expression. She breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
He walked forward lightly, bent down and gently shook the old man's arm.
"Grandfather, I'm back."
Even his voice became much softer, which was very different from usual.
The old man's eyelids moved, and his cloudy and yellow eyes stared blankly at the top of the bed curtain.
Meng Zhi said softly, "Grandfather, I brought him back."
After a while, those eyes slowly turned like an old and dilapidated machine, and their lips trembled when they saw the person behind Meng Zhi.
The turbid eyes seem clear and fluctuating.
He trembled and wanted to reach out his hand. Ye Xingzhou took two steps forward and came to the edge of the bed.
Tears rolled down the old man's eyes.
"grown ups……"
"You call me sir?"
The old and decayed voice uttered two names that made Ye Xingzhou stunned.
no?
He was just about to call him grandfather like Meng Zhi did, but where did the word "Sir" go?
Ye Xingzhou looked at Meng Zhi for an answer, but Meng Zhi shook his head, looking as surprised as Ye Xingzhou.
The old man wanted to sit up from the bed, and Ye Xingzhou hurried to help him up and took a soft pillow to support his back.
This simple action made the old man cough for a long time.
Meng Zhi helped the old man breathe smoothly, and after he had evened out his breath, the old man stared at Ye Xingzhou with his eyes.
There are too many emotions mixed together, sadness and joy, regret and remorse, and my eyes are full of tears.
"Sir, the Meng family finally fell into my hands."
When the old man said this, he exhausted all his strength and his old voice choked several times.
Ye Xingzhou asked tentatively, "Grandfather, did you recognize the wrong person?"
He really didn't dare to be called "Sir".
"I won't admit my mistake."
The old man's eyes trembled as he carefully scanned every inch of Ye Xingzhou's face, as if they were meeting again after a long separation.
"Your Excellency is still as elegant as ever."
The skin around the old man's eyes was piled up, and his voice was very vague. Ye Xingzhou could barely hear what he said.
The old man said: "Sir, the Meng family was founded on your guidance. I blame myself for taking chances and not listening to your advice. Now the world has been ruined by me."
Did he give advice?
How could Ye Xingzhou not know that he had the ability to become a talent scout?
Could it be that someone used his identity and name to do it?
Meng Zhi's gaze fell on Ye Xingzhou's face, and he saw that Ye Xingzhou was truly in a daze.
Ye Xingzhou asked in confusion, "Grandfather, can you explain it in detail?"
Before the old man could say anything, he suddenly started coughing violently, so loudly that he seemed to be coughing out his internal organs.
The old man coughed up blood, staining the silk bedding beneath him red, and his breath suddenly weakened.
"grandfather!"
Meng Zhi was startled and quickly channeled his spiritual power into the old man's body to stabilize him.
"I'll go find the doctor."
"It's not worth it." The old man gently pulled Meng Zhi's corner, his voice weak, "Xiao Zhi, Grandfather has reached the end of his life. Please step out for a moment. I have something important to tell the adults."
Meng Zhi had to wait outside the door.
The old man's eyes were always on Ye Xingzhou. "This room has a barrier, and the outside world can't detect it."
Ye Xingzhou nodded, "Grandfather, what's going on?"
Ye Xingzhou was almost confused.
The old man forced a smile on his aged face, "Sir, you once told me not to tell you all this."
"?" Who? Who was so wicked as to impersonate him and not tell the real owner?
Ye Xingzhou scratched his head and cheek, feeling very uncomfortable about being kept in the dark.
The old man began to tell his last words, "Sir, I asked Xiaozhi to bring you back this time. I have a favor to ask of you."
"The Meng family is in decline, and the one who is most worried is Xiao Zhi."
The old, bloody hand tightly grasped the other fair hand.
It is the replacement of the old and the new, and the dead tree leaving new buds in spring.
The old man said, "Sir, after I leave, Meng Zhi will be entrusted to you."
"good."
Ye Xingzhou agreed softly.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this promise. "Sir, it was Master Yan from Yantian Sect who informed me of the disaster that befell the Meng family. Without his advice, I'm afraid the Meng family would have perished at the hands of Meng Qianhan today."
Ye Xingzhou's eyelids twitched.
His intuition was that it was Zuo Chunhui.
The old man could no longer cough and pointed outside the door.
Ye Xingzhou understood the intention and stood up and called Meng Zhi.
Meng Zhi's face was heavy as he looked at the dying person on the bed and stubbornly inputted spiritual power into him.
The old man just shook his head and said, "Xiao Zhi, Grandfather has three things to tell you now. Please listen carefully."
"I'm listening." Meng Zhi lowered his eyes.
"I'll leave it to Ye Xingzhou."
"Two things to live well."
"After I die, there's no need for a grand ceremony. Just burn my body tonight..."
The old man's eyes began to lose focus and his vision gradually became blurred.
The body's perception became weaker and weaker, and the only thing he could hear was Meng Zhi's voice agreeing.
"grandfather."
Meng Zhi called out again and again.
The old man unconsciously stretched out his hands and grabbed in the air.
Clear your mind and sort out the threads, sort out your life and move towards the end of your life.
When his hearing faded, the old man heard Meng Zhi's last call of "grandfather".
His hands dropped powerlessly, and his breath faded away.
Meng Zhi's eyes were red.
Love has weight, and this weight reaches its peak when a loved one dies.
So, death is often heavy.
Ye Xingzhou patted Meng Zhi's shoulder and said, "Junior brother, my grandfather has gone to Xinsheng."
Picking up the air and straightening the wires is like the waving hands of a newborn baby crying at the other end.
Death is also rebirth on the other side.
Meng Zhi leaned on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes.
"Ye Xingzhou, let me stay for a while."
"good."
Ye Xingzhou walked quietly to the door.
The gatekeeper looked as if he knew something and his face was heavy.
On this day of Wuxuan Festival, a person from the Meng family disappeared quietly.
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