Celestial Masters Alliance

I was a little shocked by his arrival, and then the words he said when he left last time flashed through my mind: "The person who died today was my mother." My heart contracted violently. Last time, I only paid a little attention to his words. His arrival today has added another two points of credibility to that sentence.

I quickened my pace to get past the band and grab this guy. He stepped back toward the curtain one step ahead of me. Before hiding behind the curtain, he took out his cell phone and pointed with exaggerated movements.

I didn't think much and rushed towards the curtain, but he was no longer there. I rushed out of the side door of the farewell hall, and the guy had already got in the car and left. I yelled at the car shadow submerged in the dust: "Get down if you have the guts, what kind of man are you running away!"

"What's wrong?" Xiaoba also ran out and asked anxiously.

I pointed in the direction where the car disappeared and said, "The person who tricked me into going to Longxi Island was here just now."

"Dragon's Breath Island?" I didn't want to tell Xiaoba about Long's Breath Island, so I spilled the beans in a hurry.

"It's okay, he's just a liar!" I quickly said.

The words have been spoken, how can they be taken back? This incident has left a mark on Xiaoba’s mind. He will not ask me directly about the whole incident, but will dig into it bit by bit. This is his professional instinct as a reporter.

"What is he doing here?" Xiaoba really started digging.

I put my hands on my knees, gasping and shaking my head, but Xiaoda's question reminded me of the weird behavior of the liar just now. I deliberately muted my cell phone when I entered the funeral home. He pointed to the cell phone. It was very possible...

I hurriedly took out my mobile phone from my pants pocket. The scammer didn't call me, but sent me a message ten minutes ago: Go save Wang Yulan!

In an instant, my hair stood on end and my body became extremely stiff. Something is going to happen to Grandma!

"Who is Wang Yulan?" Xiaoba asked.

I trembled, ignored the speaker, and opened the address book with trembling all over. However, the fear made me barely hold the phone, let alone find a solution.

In a panic, I pressed the emergency number in my address book. It was the number of my grandma's newly installed landline. The busy tone from the other end of the phone made me feel like I was falling into an ice cave.

Xiaoba grabbed my trembling hand and comforted me: "Brother! Don't worry! Call Brother Mumu!"

Xiaoba is right, I can only call Mu Mu now. In the past two days, Mu Mu always answered the phone before the third ring, and this time was no exception. When I heard his deep voice coming from the phone, I hesitated. If something happened to Grandma, Mu Mu would definitely collapse.

"What happened?" Seeing that I remained silent for a long time, Mumu asked anxiously.

"Grandma..." I was trembling and didn't know how to formulate my words. After hearing this, I immediately hung up the phone.

I felt like I had just finished a 300-meter sprint. My heart was beating wildly and my whole body was exhausted. I covered my face and shouted into the trumpet: "Book the ticket quickly, I...I'm a little..." I squatted on the ground and tried to calm myself down. , too many things have happened in the past two days, each one is pushing me towards destruction, and I can no longer bear it.

After listening to my words, Xiaoda took a few steps back and started checking flight information.

"Young man, I know it's painful for you to lose two relatives at the same time, but the deceased is gone, and the living ones have to continue walking the rest of the journey!" The person who spoke was the manager at the reception desk, and fear prevented me from noticing. His arrival.

I stood up on my knees and rubbed my face vigorously. Reminding myself that I still have to send my mother through the final journey. Cheer up quickly and find a way to rescue Grandma and the wood. I can't mess up or be afraid! I nodded to the reception manager and said, "Let's go through the process!"

The reception manager made a guiding gesture and led me back to the farewell hall. The band was still standing in the hall. When I stepped into the hall, a farewell speech sounded from the speakers. The trumpet came to me quietly, leaned close to my ear and whispered: "Brother, don't worry, it won't be until 12 noon tomorrow." There are flights. Even if we leave now and transfer, we can’t arrive faster.”

I nodded to show that I understood. Then my mind fell into chaos. The person closest to grandma is the second aunt, but the second uncle is really awkward. Even if I ask for help, he may not help. The people who are most likely to take action for Grandma are the people who came to take us home last time, but I can think of it, and Mu Mu must have thought of it too. And Bai Xue, it’s summer vacation now, will Bai Xue be at home?

After placing the warm porcelain altar containing my mother's ashes in the rented cabinet, I started calling Mu Mu's cell phone. "On a call" made me extremely anxious. By the time we arrived at the ticketing center, his cell phone had been turned off.

"Xiaoba, you have to stay at home and wait for me to come back!" I know I can't leave Xiaoba alone, but everything is directed at me. If I take him with me, it will put him in danger. .

"No! You can't leave me. I don't want to be alone." When he said this, Xiaoba grabbed my arm with trembling hands. The unconscious force was like a pliers, which made me feel both physically and mentally. pain.

I stopped talking and let him buy two tickets.

This day was undoubtedly a torturous day. Xiaoba was stretched out on the sofa, but I was restless and kept wandering around. There's more unacceptable stuff to deal with tomorrow, so I have to rest. Anxiety is something that cannot be controlled by humans. The more you try to defeat it, the more it will erode you crazily.

I took out the ultimate "sleeping pill", gave Xiaoba three pills, and took four pills for myself. I lay on the bed, set the alarm clock, and fell into the chaotic and terrifying dream.

The moment when my mother fell from the building reappeared again. This time I rushed forward alone and held my mother's hand. However, my mother's weight was much heavier at this moment than in memory. According to the routine in the TV series, our hands would be affected by the leakage. Slipping with cold sweat, my mother would fall off my hands bit by bit. But the mother in the dream did not sweat. Her hands were like pliers, locking me tightly. She pulled me so hard that I lost my center of gravity and fell out of the railing. Fortunately, I caught the railing in time and did not fall.

But how could one of my arms support the weight of two people, and the weight was still increasing little by little. I turned around and looked down. Uncle Gang was grabbing my mother's legs and climbing up. As he climbed, he was nagging: "Hand over the jade lock and the map, you pest. We have all been killed by you, why don't you still do it?" Do you want to kill Xiaodong?" My mother began to babble repeatedly, and I settled down and listened carefully, "You are not my child, who are you?"

I screamed in horror: "I am Zhu Mo, I am Zhu Mo, I don't want to harm anyone!"

My voice actually woke me up. I suddenly sat up from the bed and found that I was still in the dark. Did I not wake up? I stretched out my arm to touch my cheek. At this moment, my body felt as if it had been given anesthesia.

"Meow..." The sound of fingernails scraping against the glass made me shiver. The anesthesia quickly subsided, and my eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. It turned out that I was in my own bed, and it was not yet dawn.

"Meow..." The sound of scratching nails came from the window. I quickly put on my shoes and opened the curtains. I saw a pair of green eyes staring at me in the dark. My heart trembled and I reached out to open the curtains. When the desk lamp was turned on, it was Jixiang. He was scratching by the window. When he saw me, he became excited and made more harsh noises.

"Oh my god! You're still alive!" This is the only good news I've gotten in a few days. I opened the window and took Jixiang into my arms. I stroked and examined him and found that this guy had no injuries at all, but he had lost a lot of weight and his fur was dirty.

Xiaoba was still sleeping, so I gently bathed Jixiang, then washed myself. When it was getting dark, I lifted Xiaoba up from the bed. He was very happy to see Jixiang safe, and he hugged Jixiang and kissed him again and again. . We delivered Jixiang to the store together and left a message asking the fourth generation to take good care of him.

After a tiring day of traveling and traveling, all the fatigue was instantly wiped out when we saw the white lanterns hung at the door of the grandma’s yard. We were late.

The people standing and sitting in the courtyard were all people I didn't know. The white lanterns reflected their dull faces, which made me doubt their authenticity. A familiar figure made my long-hanging heart find some focus.

"I'm calling you, why did you turn off your phone?" Bai Xue walked towards the hall in mourning, her tone full of blame.

"It's on the plane, right?" I mumbled, and Mu Mu turned to Bai Xue for help. He was usually a little jealous of Bai Xue's affection for him, and always avoided Bai Xue. If he hadn't been desperate, he would never have used this gift. Relationship.

Xiaoda solved the embarrassment for me again at the right time. Before I could say anything, he introduced himself to Bai Xue. I mentioned Xiaoba when I met Bai Xue last time, so the two of them were familiar with each other, as if they hadn't seen each other for many years. They look like brothers and sisters.

I ignored the crowd outside and didn't greet Bai Xue, and walked straight into the foyer. The portrait of the eldest grandma has been placed in the center of the foyer. Surrounded by candlelight, the portrait is wrapped in linen and wearing mourning, kneeling on a futon on one side, with his head lowered.

I walked over gently and knelt beside him, afraid that the sound I made would shatter him. The wood was motionless, like a cold figure carved from fragile glass. Seeing him like this, I was captured by complete fear. I gently held his clenched fist on his knees. It was cold and hard, filled with hatred.