Panguan

At this moment, his cell phone vibrated suddenly.

Zhou Xu took it out and saw that familiar and unfamiliar number jumped on the screen. Although he hadn't had time to save it yet, he had already memorized the mantissa.

It was Zhang Zhengchu.

"Go." Someone said.

Zhou Xu shook his hand and silently clicked on the connection.

Under the silent stares of a roomful of old ancestors, he said "Hi", and then heard Zhang Zhengchu say on the other side of the phone: "Xiao Xu, my grandfather is here."

Zhou Xu's heart skipped a beat: "Where are you?"

Zhang Zhengchu said, "At the entrance of the village."

Zhou Xuxin said that you didn't ask us which village, how do you know the location? Then I thought about it, Hao Lai still has something like a tracer, so there is no need for him to say it himself.

"How about." Zhou Xu thought for a while and said, "Why don't you come up—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wen Shi.

At some point, his hands were wrapped with puppet threads, long and short hanging down from his fingertips.

He said, "No, let's go down."

When he hung up the phone, Zhou Xu inexplicably thought of four words.

Death is coming.

Chapter 92 Meeting

Where the Jincang Expressway and the Jinshi Expressway meet, there is an inconspicuous exit. Coming out of the ramp with a sharp turn is a road to the village, passing through windbreaks and large fields.

This road is usually used by trucks, and the road condition is not very good. Private cars generally avoid it as much as possible. By midnight, even the vans were gone.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, a truck full of building materials was walking staggeringly on the road. The driver yawned one after another, and his eyelids were clenched because the road was dark and there were no other cars. For a few minutes, it was almost really glued.

He opened the window, and in the process of staring in a daze, he vaguely heard the whistling sound of the air being torn apart.

This is the sound of wind caused by a car passing by at a high speed, and there is more than one car, like a whole convoy whizzing by.

The driver had a conditioned reaction to this sound, opened his eyes suddenly when he heard it, and honked the horn.

The feeling of almost hitting him woke him up completely, and he stared at the road ahead without blinking, but he didn't see any trace of the car.

It was as if everything just now was a dream.

But just when he felt a false alarm, the sound of breaking wind appeared again, whistling past him again.

This time he reacted very quickly, and when he turned his head to look over, he vaguely saw the phantom of a car.

To what extent is it false? Just blink your eyes and you will never be able to find it in the night again.

"Fuck...what the hell?!"

The driver was in a cold sweat and felt like he had hit a ghost.

Some of those ghostly cars came from the Zhang family in Ningzhou, while others came from various places.

They are normal private cars on weekdays, but they are in a hurry right now, they are covered with talismans, and there are about a hundred of them. What this unlucky driver encountered was already the last two dials.

They didn't go in one direction, but parted ways at several forks and went elsewhere.

If you look down from a high altitude at this time, you will find that every other section of the road, there will be one or two shunted cars stopping at rest stops, gas stations, or other places where you can park without being eye-catching.

There are all directions in the southeast, northwest, and just quietly enclose a very inconspicuous village on the map.

In fact, Zhang Zhengchu had arrived earlier, much earlier than he had called to inform Zhou Xu.

Ever since he got the words from Zhou Xu, he arranged for someone to open a "gate" directly to the boundary of Tianjin in his compound, and arrived at the place as quickly as possible.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the village, the puppet Aqi who was in charge of driving asked puzzledly: "Didn't you tell Xiaoxu that you have to wait for the other family members to arrive before leaving?"

He looked at the phone, and there was an old-fashioned map on the screen, with a hundred or so small red dots on it, moving from all over the country to Ningzhou.

That was the location sent by the families who were alarmed by the map.

Zhang Zhengchu held a palm and looked at the scattered lights in the distant villages and towns through the car window: "You tell other families that the matter is urgent, we have already arrived in Tianjin, let them change their way."

"Okay." Aqi used the picture to send a message to everyone, "But... the temporary change is not a waste of time?"

"No." Zhang Zhengchu held his cane and said, "It won't be delayed, but it will be faster. Because it is troublesome to change the destination temporarily and take a detour. They must not be willing to come along the normal road in a regular manner. It is time to open the door Yes, they will form formations to open the door, leading straight to here."

He paused for a moment, and said: "People are like this, when they get bored, they don't bother to take their time."

Aqi nodded half-understanding, and said: "You have already planned it."

"This is not planning, there is no way around it. Some people take their time even if they are in a hurry. For such a big matter, you have to hurry." Zhang Zhengchu corrected him, "When all the families are together, that is to say, for the children. Listen, kid Zhou Xu, I told you that you have more contact with him than I do, and you can see it. Why should I tell him so clearly?"

"Are you afraid that he will be tricked by Patriarch Bu Ning?" Aqi asked.

"No." Zhang Zhengchu shook his head. He didn't know what he was thinking, and after pondering for a moment, he continued: "No matter how powerful the ancestor is, now it's just a touch of a spirit, compared to the real

People are still lacking a lot. Besides—”