Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 535 Torture

Zhang Zeli looked around at everyone in the hall and said, "Where is Zerui?"

Among the seven people sitting below, a middle-aged woman replied: "Uncle Thirteen went to get water in Qingyang Lake, and he just set off not long ago, and he probably won't be back for another hour or two."

"In that case, let's get started!" As Zhang Zeli spoke, he looked around at the crowd and said, "This is Uncle Zhang Pudao."

'Preaching? '

'Uncle? '

'how old is he? Thirty days, right? '

'Where did the Buzi generation come from in the clan? '

"······"

Following Zhang Zeli's words, everyone below had different expressions. They looked at Zhang Deming in surprise and looked at him seriously.

Zhang Zeli paused for a moment and gave everyone some time to react before continuing: "Uncle Dao came back from Yangjia Village through the passage between the two clans!"

"What?"

"Have you contacted Yang Family Village?"

"Can the channel be used?"

"Has the mad dog disease disappeared?"

"······"

Another bomb was thrown, and this time everyone no longer cared about etiquette. They all spoke up and asked their own questions. Obviously, this news was too surprising for them.

Zhang Zeli waited quietly for a moment, giving everyone some time to react. Then he pressed his hands and said, "What a shameless chirping!"

Everyone stopped talking when they heard this, including the two old men who were both of the same generation. They all obviously respected Zhang Zeli very much.

The middle-aged woman who answered the call before was named Zhang Junzhen. They are the first generation of young people born after the new village was established. At this moment, she looked at Zhang Deming and said, "It's not that I don't believe it, but does this great-uncle have any proof?

Although when the Yang family was banned back then, many Zhang family members were indeed trapped together, and before that, many clan members had been allowed to go through the two-clan channel one after another, and lost their news.

But the Buzi generation... Eighty years ago, most of the Guangzi generation were elders. Even if there were younger ones, most of them were middle-aged, even if they were giving birth to children... "

At this point, Zhang Junzhen did not continue, but paused and then said: "And this great-uncle is not as old as someone who was born seventy or eighty years ago."

Hearing this, Zhang Zeli did not speak immediately. Like everyone else, he looked at Zhang Deming quietly, waiting for Zhang Deming's reply. Obviously, he also wanted to use Zhang Junzhen's mouth to find out the bottom line.

Zhang Deming looked around at everyone, his eyes mainly focused on the dogs behind everyone's seats.

Except for Zhang Zeli, there were seven people in total. Most of them were three-talented dog demons after they got up. There were only three dogs in the four-elephant stage, including Zhang Zeli's old dog with hair loss.

The combat effectiveness of the people here is originally half or even a large stage lower than that of normal monks. Therefore, with the current number of people in Zhangjiacun...

Even if they beat him together, he can leave calmly. It is possible to take some time, use roundabout tactics, and solve it slowly.

So after he glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on Zhang Junzhen and said: "Proof? What proof do you want? Is this guy on my shoulder enough?"

Everyone looked at Xiao Lei on Zhang Deming's shoulder, and the pair of ears on top of his head. If it weren't for these two reasons, everyone would not be skeptical.

"Ha!" Without waiting for anyone to reply, Zhang Deming chuckled and said, "Have you ever said that you want to return to the clan?

It was just that when I came back, I found that the entire tribe was in ruins, and I just happened upon it while exploring. You asked me for a certificate? Have you ever asked me if I would like to be your great-uncle and clan elder? "

Zhang Deming's unkind words made everyone's expressions change slightly. Zhang Zeli's expression darkened even more, and he sternly scolded Zhang Junzhen:

"How outrageous. In this clan meeting, when has it been your junior's turn to speak like this? It's not a big deal. Why don't you apologize to Uncle Dao right away?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Junzhen didn't hesitate at all and climbed down directly along the ladder handed out by Zhang Zeli. He immediately saluted Zhang Deming and said, "Junzhen was the one who was abrupt. Please punish me, uncle."

Zhang Deming looked at Zhang Junzhen, who lowered his head to avoid it, and then looked at Zhang Zeli, who responded with a smile.

Zhang Deming showed a smile and said: "Okay, I don't have time to accompany you to perform any drama of family friendship. I have spent a lot of time killing strange species in the past few years, and I am not very interested in these dramas."

Everyone was slightly embarrassed when they heard this, but Zhang Zeli still smiled apologetically and did not answer.

Zhang Deming continued: "I've met you guys too, so there's no need to talk about it. If there's nothing else, you can go down. I still have some things to do here.

Anyway, I have seen what I should have seen. If you don't welcome me after I finish this, you can leave at any time after I figure out some things. "

"Uncle, you are talking about birth status. The clan belongs to your uncle at any time!" As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Junzhen and said, "Junzhen, hurry up and apologize to your uncle again."

After seeing Zhang Deming's previous method of doing things with ease, he clearly understood that Zhang Deming really didn't need to rely on them for anything. Instead, they might have to rely on Zhang Deming.

Therefore, he knows better than everyone here what attitude to adopt. Even if Zhang Deming doesn't believe in Zhang and doesn't ask Zhang Pengdao, as long as he does no harm to the clan, he will be the highest elder in their clan from now on.

After Zhang Junzhen heard this, he stood up and knelt down, but before his legs even landed on the ground, two emerald-like vines appeared on the ground to hold them up.

The seven people looked at the emerald vines at Zhang Junzhen's feet, all of them a little stunned.

The spell just now seemed to be from Zhang Deming? And not his dog?

"That's all." Zhang Deming shook his head and said, "It doesn't have to be like this, we are all a family. But if you want me to produce any proof, I really don't have any.

Yangjia Village has been exterminated, and I went through all kinds of hardships to kill the last of the alien species. After fulfilling the last wishes of my elders, I thought about returning to my clan to have a look.

In these years of killing monsters every day, apart from survival, I didn’t think about anything else. Now that I'm suddenly free, I just wanted to come back and have a look, so I didn't leave any certificates or certificates. "

There was a touch of sadness in Zhang Deming's words, but everyone was in awe. From his words, I can hear the hardship involved.

"By the way, when I came over, I found a lot of bones in the passage, so I collected them!" As he spoke, Zhang Deming waved his hand and threw out a lot of bones.

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the withered bones, and then their expressions changed.

"Don't worry, I've checked and there's nothing crazy." Zhang Deming said at this time.

Immediately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and many people turned their heads towards these withered bones.

Among them, Zhang Zexin, the old man who was talking to Zhang Zeli and was responsible for convening everyone, suddenly saw the three characters Zhang Deliang on the waistband of one of the withered bones, and said in surprise: "Is this... the eighth uncle?"

"What?"

"It really is!"

Zhang Zexin's words made Zhang Zeli and the other old man couldn't help getting up, and looked at the dead bone in amazement.

With the confirmation of their identities, the respect in the eyes of everyone looking at Zhang Deming became a little more sincere.

Zhang Zeli looked at Zhang Junzhen and said: "You first move the remains of our ancestors out and put them in a safe place. Tomorrow we will hold a family sacrifice ceremony to give our ancestors a grand burial!"

"I understand, Uncle Qi!"

After saying that, Zhang Junzhen greeted several middle-aged men standing outside the door, and got the remains down. And she also took the opportunity to retreat, which was probably what Zhang Zeli had ordered her to do. After all, the skeptical role she plays is less needed these days.

The hall fell into silence again, Zhang Zeli looked at Zhang Deming, changed the topic and said, "Uncle, these years have been very difficult!"

"Haha, life is so easy, I have just gritted my teeth and got used to it. After all, I have been different since I was a child. Several elders died one after another for the sake of these ears on my head.

If I don't live up to it and let the elders who sacrificed their lives feel sad, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it when I grow old! "

Zhang Deming showed a warm smile, obviously very gentle, but everyone felt that there was endless sadness and pain in the smile.

"It's because the children and grandchildren are unfilial and incompetent!" Zhang Zeli replied promptly: "Uncle, is this bloodline returning to the ancestors? Is the bloodline of the ancestors of the Yang family visible?"

After hearing this, everyone became more energetic. You must know that from the beginning of the clan meeting, what everyone cares about most is not the identity, but the puppy on the other person's shoulder and the ears on the head.

But even before the question of identity was asked, Zhang Deming was so angry that he didn't dare to ask.

Zhang Deming nodded and said: "That's right, it's just a coincidence. If it weren't for my special bloodline and the chance to have Xiao Lei, I guess I would have turned into a handful of dirt long ago, let alone destroying all the monsters and fulfilling my promise. Come on!"

There was some obvious emotion and sadness in the words, as well as a touch of reminiscence. Everyone paused for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question, and Zhang Zeli couldn't continue with his concerned inquiry.

Zhang Deming paused and said with a smile: "Hey, you look really old. I haven't seen so many clan members for a long time. I feel a little sad for a while."

"It's because my children and grandchildren are incompetent and it's my uncle's fault!" Zhang Zeli replied.

Zhang Deming shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's do my business. If you have something to do, go down and do it. It doesn't hurt to watch if there is nothing."

When everyone heard this, no one stood up and looked at him honestly.

Zhang Deming no longer paid attention to everyone, but looked at the two people who were imprisoned and lying on the ground in the center of the living room.

At this moment, Murphy and Mo Qian were both desperate. After all, they were involved in the secrets of the Zhang family. With the feud between the two families, there was obviously no hope of survival.

Zhang Deming looked at the two of them. He did not ask them first, but looked at the door. Zhang Xiuqing had been waiting there honestly. At this moment, there was a middle-aged man beside the other party, who was waiting with her in a slightly reserved manner. .

Judging from his appearance, he should be Zhang Xiuqing's father. In terms of appearance, he is an honest man, and there is a huge gap between him and the heroic Zhang Xiuqing. He is not like his biological son at all.

Zhang Deming looked at Zhang Xiuqing and said, "Tell me about the situation first!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiuqing walked forward honestly and knelt down respectfully. This time Zhang Deming did not stop her.

Let's not talk about the kindness of saving lives, just talk about etiquette and the custom of kneeling to the ancestors. This is also Hongmeng's long-standing cultural heritage and is completely normal.

"I...junior today..."

After Zhang Xiuqing knelt down and gave a big salute to Zhang Deming, she did not get up, but knelt down and sat down on the spot. With her heroic appearance, she was looked at by many clan elders and looked a little uneasy.

She paused for a moment, then said with a slight trembling: "Because of the earthquakes in various places in the past few days, I took over the patrol mission. Because the patrol location is relatively remote...

I accidentally wandered into the Poison Mist Valley on the other side of the Mo family. The place was originally very remote and there were no people around.

But by chance, the junior discovered a strange altar, and found someone dancing there, babbling and wondering what they were doing.

Some are like the legendary method of opening an altar, or pretending to be a ghost, and judging from the traces, it seems to be some years old. "

When Zhang Deming heard this, he didn't quite understand his expression. How to open a forum? Does this refer to mundane funeral arrangements, or does it refer to ancient spells of at least a magic level?

Or did she meet the Hongmeng monk who accidentally entered this place and was trying to regain her strength?

The clan elders around them frowned and said: "How to open an altar? Isn't this a legend..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered that there was also a legendary being in front of him who could cast spells. It seemed that another one would not be impossible.

"So, you snatched those weird bones from the altar? Didn't the other party stop you?" Zhang Deming opened his mouth to ask questions.

Zhang Xiuqing shook her head and said: "No, although I didn't believe in any mage before, but because the person who did it was an old man, and although I didn't see the dog, he was probably an elder of the Mo family, I didn't dare to do it.

I stole this. When he was opening an altar to practice, I stole his residence. The broken bones were found from the residence.

Because I watched him use this thing to practice on the altar, and when he stole something, I stole a piece of it. I originally planned to run back and show the clan elders what it was like.

As a result, when I quit, I was discovered by the two of them. What happened next, ancestor, you all know. "

No dog?

Is it really from the outside world?

No, it's been four days, and we've also experienced a full-moon night. According to the information gathered, if it was really someone from the outside world, it would have changed a long time ago.

"So... he still has a lot of this thing?" Zhang Deming asked the question that concerned him the most.

Zhang Xiuqing nodded and said: "When I left, there was still a small pile, at least seven or eight."

After Zhang Deming heard this, he turned around, looked at Murphy and Mo Qian, and said, "Are you two going to explain it yourself, or should I do it myself?"

The woman Mo Qian gave Zhang Deming a cold look and stopped talking. But Murphy, a man who was resigned to his fate, immediately said:

"I don't know anything. I just received the news suddenly because of the shock and was ordered to guard the Poison Mist Valley for a few days. Before I met the senior, I didn't even know that the legend was true.

The human race can actually practice and cast spells. Before, I thought that the old man in the valley was just a lunatic, and he was dancing like a god all day long!

Over the years, we have occasionally had disciples go on duty, but we all thought he was a crazy old man! "

Hearing this, Mo Qian turned around coldly, glared at Murphy, and said, "If you can return to the clan, you will definitely be killed..."

Zhang Deming glanced at the woman Mo Qian, his eyes were cold, and before she finished her threat and warning, he said: "You dare to pretend to be a hero in front of me when I was reduced to nothing. I hope you will still be so strong-willed later."

As he spoke, Zhang Deming waved his hand, a dreamy light lit up in his hand, and threw it towards Mo Qian.

Dreamy divine light flew into Mo Qian's mind, and the cold and delicate body of Mo Qian suddenly trembled violently.

"ah······"

She couldn't bear it for a moment, and then she started screaming wildly, the sound was extremely penetrating, with a heart-rending feeling, and there was a severe vibrato.

"I thought you were so tough, but it seems like it's just that. I haven't even started tearing my soul apart yet, and I can't stand it anymore? Why should I act like a villain when I already have this knowledge? "

Zhang Deming shook his head, whispered, ignored Mo Qian, did not cancel the spell, and continued to let her be tortured. He turned his head and looked at Murphy, who had stopped talking but was now frightened, and said, "What about you, do you want to tell me everything honestly, or do you want to give it a try?"

"I said...I said!" Murphy nodded crazily immediately.

Zhang Deming looked at the other party and saw that killing the chicken to scare the monkeys was effective, so he said: "Then let's continue!"

When Murphy heard this, his whole body froze, but he was speechless. Zhang Deming's face turned cold and he said, "What? Do you also want to try how hard your bones are?"

Murphy's face turned pale, and while his body was trembling violently, he stuttered back: "But...but...but I have just finished telling what I know."

Hearing this, Zhang Deming frowned slightly, raised his hand, and a second dreamy light ball emerged from his hand.

"Don't, don't, senior, I've really said it all. I really only know so much. No one in the clan usually goes to the Poison Mist Valley. Except for the occasional trip to Shouxia Valley, there really is nothing else!

The process of guarding the valley was intermittent. They all said that the old man was a lunatic, so I didn't even enter the valley. After the poisonous fog dissipated, it was so eerie and scary! "

Murphy looked at the flying ball of light. As he trembled and spoke incoherently, his crotch actually got wet. A smell of urine filled the hall.

Zhang Deming and many people present frowned at such an unbearable scene. Zhang Deming ignored Murphy's words, and directly drove the ball of light into Murphy's body.

Different from the screaming Mo Qian, Mo Fei, who had a ball of light in his head, suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out.

No, I should have fallen asleep.

And because he was too tense before, he seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully and sweetly.

As he fell asleep, a cloud of smoke slowly floated above his head, and the smoke was hazy, showing a scene of a valley.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene, and several clan elders even looked at Zhang Deming in surprise.

If they read correctly, what they saw at this moment turned out to be part of the memory in the baby's mind, which was presented in front of everyone in such a strange way.

After the smoke rose, everyone clearly saw the picture formed on the hazy smoke light group. And as Zhang Deming waved his hand and pulled it around, the entire picture was swayed randomly, like a book and picture album, which could be flipped through at will, just like a plaything.

(end of this chapter)