Chapter 232 Chapter 232 Heavy Fog
“Snap, snap, snap…”
He Junxia was awakened by a violent slapping sound. He immediately stood up, opened the curtains and looked out the window.
It was daybreak, but he couldn't see anything.
The fog, like that dyed red by diluted human blood, occupied the entire space, turning the city into a veritable red fog city.
However, the low whimpering sound that always accompanied the fog, as if coming from hell, did not appear.
Something happened?
He Junxia frowned.
“Snap, snap, snap…”
The slapping and crashing sounds continued nearby. He Junxia put his ear close to the wall and listened carefully, and found that the slapping sounds came from next door.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"Dad, are you awake? Something big has happened!"
There was a hurried knock on the door, and when He Junxia opened it, she was met with a panicked face.
He Junxia: "What happened?"
Zong Kangping held the phone in front of his father's eyes. "Dad, look, those tentacle monsters have gone crazy and started attacking the buildings."
He Junxia took the phone and read the contents of several official news releases. The news were similar, all related to the tentacle monster's sudden attack on the building.
"ah----"
"Go away, get out of here, don't come over here!"
The screams of adults and children mixed with the slapping sounds of the monsters almost pierced one's eardrums.
Zong Yipeng shook his hands uncomfortably: "Mom, you pinched me and hurt me."
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby."
Zhang Shuhui hurriedly let go of the hands of the two children. She was so nervous that she unconsciously used force with her hands.
Zong Kangping was at a loss: "Dad, what should I do?"
He Junxia: "What's the rush?"
Zong Kangping's eyebrows were twisted into a "川" shape. "Dad, why shouldn't I be anxious? Maybe soon it will be our building's turn to be attacked by monsters."
He Junxia: "So is it useful to be anxious?"
Meeting his father's calm eyes, Zong Kangping felt inexplicably relieved and said sincerely, "It's useless." But he just couldn't control his emotions.
He Junxia ordered, "Go get all the first aid kits from home. Each of you should take one and hang it on your body. We should be ready to leave at any time."
"I'm waiting for news from the government in the living room right now. If I can't get any more time, I'll practice the Five Animal Exercises a few times."
Listening to the calm voice of their elder, Zong Kangping and Zhang Shuhui, who were extremely anxious, gradually calmed down and quickly did what he said.
Zhang Shuhui looked down at the bag of supplies in her hand in a daze for a long time. She didn't know when her father-in-law had become the backbone of their family.
No wonder the ancients said that having an old person in the family is like having a treasure. Now I have truly experienced this.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The continuous slapping sounds hit everyone's heart heavily, again and again, as if to completely smash the huge rock called reason.
“***——****——”
Finally, someone could no longer bear the inner panic and began to curse the tentacle monster unscrupulously to vent his anxiety.
Zhang Shuhui immediately covered the ears of the two children.
Although the words are rough, the logic is sound, but they are too rough, full of references to reproductive organs, which makes people feel particularly uncomfortable.
Zong Yipeng shrank his neck in fear.
Although the five-year-old child was young, he was not completely ignorant of the world. He stared with wide eyes, sniffed, and asked, "Mom, will we be eaten by monsters and become gods in heaven?"
Zhang Shuhui was speechless.
For a moment, she didn't know how to answer her son's question, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted in a negative direction.
There is no doubt that leaving home and exposing yourself to the red fog is like giving food to the tentacle monster, which is a dead end, but can staying at home guarantee absolute safety?
The answer is no.
Otherwise, the residents in the building next door would not have screamed so miserably, making others' hearts tremble.
Zhang Shuhui looked depressed.
He Junxia bent down and patted Zong Yipeng on the head: "Pengpeng, Jiajia, don't be afraid. With grandpa here, the monster won't dare to hurt you."
He spoke with confidence.
Although the mission world is in the Dharma-Ending Age and it is very difficult for cultivators to practice, his soul strength is relatively high, and he is supported by the spiritual energy that escaped when the two worlds collided and merged.
After several months of training, He Junxia has reached the level of a second-level Xuanli Master. Although he's not exactly strong, he can still protect the grandchildren of those who wish him well.
Zong Kangping's eyes lit up.
He whispered, "Dad, are you still hiding some cards? Tell us so we can relax."
Zhang Shuhui immediately looked at He Junxia expectantly.
He Junxia: ...
He Junxia: "Just sit back and wait for the government's arrangements, and don't ask about my affairs."
Zong Kangping was very disappointed.
However, he also got the answer he wanted from his father's response - his father must have a trump card!
"Bang, bang, bang..."
This old community, which has experienced more than ten years of ups and downs, is surprisingly strong and remains standing despite all the hammering and hitting from the tentacle monster.
As if they had had enough of the noise made by the tentacle monster, other people began to curse the monster.
For a while, the community was busier than the farm.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
"Hahaha, the monster is gone, the monster is gone!"
"***, are you guys crazy? You're talking so loudly that you've attracted monsters here."
"Ah, I don't want to die, go away——"
The tentacle monster active in the community suddenly changed its target of attack and began to attack the building with the loudest cursing, causing another commotion in the community.
Those who escaped were overjoyed and thanked the unknown kind-hearted person for the gift; those who were suddenly chosen were terrified and hated the bitch who brought the monster here.
"You guys stay in the living room, I'll go to the balcony to take a look."
As He Junxia spoke, he opened the tightly closed wooden door between the balcony and the living room. Without waiting for the people in the living room to react, he was completely immersed in the red haze.
"Dad, the balcony is dangerous."
Zong Kangping's voice suddenly stopped.
He turned around and looked at Zhang Shuhui, both extremely shocked by his father's sudden action.
However, half a minute later, the sound outside suddenly changed.
The shocking slapping sound was replaced by another deeper sound, similar to the sound of a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, which seemed to carry endless anger and pain.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss—”
The sound grew louder, more intense, more angry, and more painful... until at a certain point it completely returned to zero.
The monster's voice disappeared.
In an instant, the once bustling old neighborhood became as quiet as an uninhabited wasteland.
No one dared to make a sound.
Although they didn't know whether the monster was dead or gone, nor did they know what made the tentacle monster make such a painful sound, they were very clear about one thing: those were creatures they couldn't afford to offend.
Keeping quiet is the best way to save yourself.
However, human pessimism is not shared. Unlike the nervousness of others, Zong Kangping and Zhang Shuhui were more shocked and astonished.
Although they did not witness it with their own eyes, the tentacle monster stopped moving shortly after their father/father-in-law went to the balcony, so it was hard not to suspect that this incident was related to their father-in-law.
Looking at the old man walking out of the red fog, Zong Kangping swallowed and couldn't help but take a few steps back. For the first time, he felt that his father was so strange.
"Grandpa, did you fight off the monster?"
Zong Yipeng excitedly rushed forward and hugged He Junxia's thighs. He didn't know that his father was inexplicably nervous and his heart was full of admiration for his grandfather.
He Junxia smiled and picked up Zong Yipeng, then walked forward and held out his other free hand to pick up Zhang Lingjia: "Jiajia, Pengpeng, is grandpa awesome?"
“That’s amazing!”
"You're the most awesome grandpa in the world!"
Zong Yipeng danced with excitement.
If the wisher's body had not become strong enough through years of practice, He Junxia might not have been able to hold him tightly.
Zhang Lingjia looked at He Junxia expectantly: "Grandpa, I want to learn how to fight monsters." This way, dad and mom won't be afraid.
After hearing their daughter's words, Zong Kangping and Zhang Shuhui came back to their senses from their shock and felt a great deal of anticipation in their hearts.
If they could learn the skills of their father/father-in-law, they wouldn't have to be afraid of those monsters.
But they were destined to be disappointed.
He Junxia shook his head and said regretfully, "You all don't have the qualifications, you can't learn it."
Can’t learn?!
The two of them suddenly felt like they were on a roller coaster, plummeting to the bottom of the valley. Zong Kangping was very unwilling: "Dad, what qualifications do you mean? Is there no other way?"
He Junxia shook his head.
He patiently explained, "The Five Animal Exercises I taught you are a method of cultivation, but you've practiced for several months and haven't even developed the most basic sense of Qi."
Zong Kangping was shocked and disappointed, all his emotions showing on his face. After a long while, he finally said, "Pengpeng and Jiajia don't have the qualifications either?"
The answer is still no.
There is a mountain of gold and silver right in front of us, but we can only stand back because we don’t have the right tools.
Zong Kangping sat dejectedly on the sofa.
Zhang Shuhui patted his shoulder and comforted him, "At least Dad can practice cultivation. Our family is much safer than others."
He Jun also said: "When your mother taught me the cultivation method, she said that only one person out of a million people could cultivate the sense of Qi."
"It's not your fault. It's that the cultivation method requires too high a qualification."
After hearing this, Zong Kangping felt much better.
He was not the kind of person who liked to dwell on trivial matters, and he soon figured it out after being persuaded by his wife and father.
Only one person in a million can cultivate, and since I never win the five-dollar scratch-off lottery tickets, it's normal that I can't cultivate.
Anyway, his dad can do it.
With Dad around, their family's safety is guaranteed, so why ask for more?
The two adults were able to relieve their emotions on their own, but the two children were a little depressed after being rejected.
"Grandpa, is it really not possible?"
"Grandpa, please teach us."
"Grandpa, you are the best grandpa in the world."
Zong Yipeng and Zhang Lingjia sang in unison, using the kind of spoiled behavior that their grandparents couldn't stand the most.
However, the method that once worked in every way failed.
He Junxia put the two children down and patted their heads: "It's not that grandpa doesn't want to teach you, this thing can't be taught, you have to learn it yourself."
This statement is false, including the statement that the Five Animal Exercises is a method of cultivation.
But every world has its own laws.
He cannot pass on the cultivation methods from other worlds to the people of this world, otherwise the butterfly effect may cause problems with the laws of the world.
Zhang Shuhui called the two children over, "Pengpeng, Jiajia, stop pestering Grandpa. Kangping, take them to the bathroom to brush their teeth and wash their faces."
"After washing, I'll take out the books and teach the child to read. I'll go to the kitchen to make breakfast. Today we'll have tomato and egg noodles."
The tentacle monster had been driven away, and Zhang Shuhui felt relieved. She then remembered that the family had not yet had breakfast after getting up in a hurry.
Zong Kangping: bitter melon face.jpg
Although he is an elementary school teacher, he usually teaches older children in the fifth and sixth grades, and he really has no way to deal with his own twins.
I really admire those kindergarten teachers.
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