PFC Chapter 701 Reaching Chongming County
Chapter 701 Reaching Chongming County
Zhao Dong didn't pay much attention to such things as haunted.
Because he didn't think it would have anything to do with him.
He only needs to send the letter to Zhang Mingsheng, and then he can leave. There is no need to stay there for too long.
Drank the tea in one gulp: "Xiaoer, pay the bill!"
"Good Le!"
After paying the bill, Zhao Dong walked towards Chongming County.
This place has turned into a desert, with a lot of wind and sand, and the wind blowing outside makes the corners of people's eyes hurt.
The ancients did not have the awareness of resource recycling.
Therefore, as the grassland degrades, within a few decades, the grassland in this place may degrade and form a desert at that time.
Zhao Dong sighed. When the evening approached, he finally saw the huge gate of Chongmin County.
Two sergeants leaned against the gate, drowsy.
The people who came in and out of the surrounding area were fairly objective, Zhao Dong walked in without even looking at it.
"Elder Zhang Minglei said that his younger brother Zhang Mingsheng lives in Lane 569, Guanghua Avenue, Chongming County!"
Zhao Dong followed the address and soon found Guanghua Avenue.
Not long after walking, I saw a family crying.
"My di'er, why did you die so badly?"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
A total of more than 20 people were crying around several corpses.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Dong's heart moved.
This is the Li family!
He heard from diners at the inn before that the entire Li family had died.
It now appears that other relatives of the family are attending funerals.
"Oh, it's so miserable."
Zhao Dong walked over, looked at the appearance of these corpses, and shook his head slightly.
Soon, he arrived at his destination, and the door was closed.
It should be said that along the way, most people's doors are closed.
Zhao Dong knocked on the door, a moment later, the door opened a crack, a woman looked at Zhao Dong, frowned: "You are..."
"Hi, I'm a disciple of Humen Sect, and I'm here to deliver a letter to Elder Zhang Minglei."
Zhao Dong clasped his fists and said.
Hearing the words Humen Sect disciple, the woman immediately greeted her with a smile: "So you are a Humen Sect disciple, please come in, please come in..."
Although Zhao Dong's identity is only to send letters to disciples.
But to ordinary people, even the most ordinary disciples of Humen Sect are very powerful existences.
Zhao Dong entered the house, the furnishings in the house are ordinary, it can be regarded as an ordinary family.
But the food is very rich. Once inside, they provided flatbread, a kind of green fruit, and boiled potatoes.
They even took out dried fish to entertain Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong was also polite, he was indeed very hungry, and while eating, he asked curiously: "Where is Mr. Zhang Mingsheng? Elder Zhang Minglei specifically asked me to deliver the envelope to him."
"He went to work at Li's house next door."
After finishing speaking, the woman's face obviously hesitated.
"The Li family?" Zhao Dong understood, and said, "Just now when I came back from outside, something happened to the Li family. I heard that the whole family was given by a ghost..."
"Don't say it."
Suddenly, the woman stopped quickly.
The woman has freckles all over her face and looks like she is in her 40s.
Her face was dark, and in such a terrified state, her face contorted all of a sudden, as if thinking of something extremely terrifying.
"Uh……"
Zhao Dong was stunned for a moment, and said: "Madam, you...what's the matter with you?"
"I'm fine, I just want to remind you that there are some things that are not easy to talk about."
Zhao Dongdao: "Are you worried about that thing..."
"Well, to be honest, our side is really haunted."
Zhao Dong raised his eyebrows: "It's near your house?"
"Well, several people have died. The Li family is also very familiar with us. A while ago, he told us that it would be good if the city lord invited the Taoist priests over."
"I didn't expect that it took only a day or two for their family to..."
At this point, she couldn't continue, her tone choked up.
Zhao Dong frowned and said, "How did that ghost kill people?"
"I don't dare to find out, but my guy knows, let him tell you when he comes back."
Saying that, a young girl came out of the inner room.
In her twenties, she looks pretty.
But let her be her mother, she also has a lot of freckles on her face, which looks a little scary.
The figure is quite good, with lordosis and back warping, and well-developed.
"This is my daughter!" The woman explained: "Zhang Xiaorou, meet the senior brother of the Humen sect."
"Humen sect?" Zhang Xiaorou came to Zhao Dong in surprise.
"You are a disciple of the Humen sect, what is your relationship with my uncle?" Zhang Xiaorou looked at Zhao Dong with curiosity on his face.
After all, their place is not big, and there are very few people coming and going. This is the first time she has seen outsiders come to visit.
"He is the elder of Humen Sect." Zhao Dong explained.
"Oh, I heard that the Humen sect is very big and there are so many masters in it, so you must be very good too, right?"
Zhang Xiaorou said curiously.
Zhao Dong smiled and said: "It's okay, but it's not a problem to deal with a few little thieves."
"Well, that's not bad. My father said that I also have great talent. Unfortunately, he just doesn't let me go to big cities. He insists on letting me stay here. You see, this place is haunted every now and then. It's too miserable."
"Xiaorou, don't talk nonsense."
The woman really has a headache for her daughter.
"Mom, things are busy over there."
At this time, another young man came.
He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a hairpin tied up and a blue robe, and he was well-dressed.
It's a pity that he looks very thin and weak, so he doesn't look like a good seed for martial arts training.
Seeing Zhao Dong, the young man was also slightly taken aback: "Mother, this is..."
"This is a disciple of Humen Sect."
The woman spoke quickly.
"It turned out to be a disciple from Uncle's side. I'm sorry and disrespectful. My name is Zhang Xiaoqing."
Zhang Xiaoqing said politely.
Although he has no martial arts skills and looks thin, but he is very humble, and he hugged Zhao Dong politely as soon as he came over.
"Hello, my name is Zhao Dong."
"Brother Zhao, then I'll go and call my father over right away."
Zhang Xiaoqing ran out immediately.
Zhao Dong waited for a while, and saw a middle-aged man with gray hair walking in.
Seeing this person, Zhao Dong sighed softly.
Warriors are different from ordinary people.
Zhang Minglei is obviously older than Zhang Mingsheng, but because of Zhang Minglei's advanced cultivation, even though he is old, he still looks young.
On the other hand, Zhang Mingsheng, because of his hard work, has lost his energy and blood, so he looks to be in his sixties.
That's the difference.
"Master Zhang." Zhao Dong clasped his fists and said.
Zhang Mingsheng clasped his fists: "I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time. I was busy there just now. Hey, you should know when you came here. The Li family is dead over there."
"Well, I see, I didn't wait long, how is the matter over there?"
"It's dead, it's all blood sucked to death."
Zhang Mingsheng's expression turned ugly: "If this continues, we will have to move too!"