Code Farmer Comprehension

  Chapter 535 Torture

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

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

   "Since that's the case, let's start!" Zhang Zeli looked around the crowd and said, "This is Uncle Zhang Budao."

  ‘Preaching? '

  'Uncle? '

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

  ‘Where did the cloth-character generation come from in the clan? '

  “······”

  Following Zhang Zeli's words, everyone below looked at Zhang Deming in amazement and looked at him seriously.

  Zhang Zeli paused for a while, and after giving everyone a little time to react, he continued: "Uncle Preacher came back from Yang Family Village through the passage between the two races!"

"what?"

   "Have you contacted Yang Family Village?"

   "Can the channel be used?"

   "Has mad dog disease disappeared?"

  “······”

  Another bomb was thrown. This time, everyone stopped worrying about etiquette. They all spoke out and asked their own questions. Obviously, this news was too surprising for them.

  Zhang Zeli waited quietly for a while, gave everyone a little time to react, then pressed his hand, and said, "What a shame to twitter!"

  Everyone shut down when they heard the words, including the two elders who were both of Ze's generation, they obviously respected Zhang Zeli very much.

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

  Although when the Yang family was banned, many Zhang family members were indeed trapped together, and before that, many clan members had been allowed to go through the two-clan channel 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... "

   Having said this, Zhang Junzhen did not continue, but paused for a moment before saying, "And this uncle's age is not like someone who was born seventy or eighty years ago."

  Hearing the words, Zhang Zeli didn't speak immediately. Like everyone else, he quietly looked at Zhang Deming, 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 the crowd, mainly focusing on the dog behind everyone's seat.

  In addition to Zhang Zeli, there are seven people in total. Most of them are three-talented dog demons and four-element dogs. There are only three dogs in total, including Zhang Zeli's old hairless dog.

  The combat power of the people here is already half, or even a big stage, lower than that of normal monks, so with the people in Zhangjia Village today...

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

  So after he glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on Zhang Junzhen and said: "Certificate? What certificate do you want? Is the 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.

   "Heh!" Without waiting for everyone to reply, Zhang Deming smiled lightly and said, "Did I ever say that I want to go back to the clan?

   It was just that when I came back, I found that the entire clan was in ruins, and I came across it by chance during the investigation. You asked me for a certificate? But I asked if I would like to be your uncle, the elder of this clan? "

  Zhang Deming's unkind words changed everyone's complexion slightly, and Zhang Zeli's complexion turned dark, and he sternly reprimanded Zhang Junzhen:

   "Presumptuous, this kind of clan association, when is it your turn to talk like this, a junior, it doesn't matter, why don't you hurry up and apologize to the preaching uncle."

  Hearing this, Zhang Junzhen didn't hesitate at all, and climbed down the ladder Zhang Zeli handed out. Immediately bowed to Zhang Deming and said: "It's Junzhen who is being rude, please punish my uncle."

  Zhang Deming looked at Zhang Junzhen, Zhang Junzhen bowed his head to avoid, then looked at Zhang Zeli, Zhang Zeli responded with a smile.

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

  Everyone was slightly shocked when they heard the words, but Zhang Zeli still smiled apologetically and did not answer.

  Zhang Deming continued: "You guys have met too, so there is no need to talk about the past. If you have nothing to do, you can go down. I still have something to do here.

  Anyway, I have read what I should see. When I finish this, if you don’t welcome me, you can leave at any time after I have clarified some things. "

   "Uncle, you are talking about your identity, the family is always your uncle's family!" While speaking, he looked at Zhang Junzhen and said: "Junzhen, hurry up, and apologize to uncle again."

  After seeing Zhang Deming's previous method of lifting weights and lightening them, he clearly understood that Zhang Deming really didn't need to rely on them, but they might rely on Zhang Deming.

  So he knows better than everyone here what attitude to use. Even if Zhang Deming doesn't believe in Zhang and doesn't call Zhang preaching, as long as he doesn't do any harm to the clan, he will be all of them in the future, and he will be the highest elder in their clan.

  Hearing the words, Zhang Junzhen got up and knelt down, but before his legs landed, two emerald-like vines appeared on the ground to support him.

  The seven people looked at the emerald vines under Zhang Junzhen's feet, and they were all a little stunned.

  The technique just now seems to be issued by Zhang Deming? instead of 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 show any proof, I really don't have one.

  Yang Family Village has been exterminated, and I have gone through hardships to kill the last strange species. After fulfilling the wishes of the elders, I only want to see the Hui people.

  In these years of killing monsters, I didn't think about anything other than survival. Now I'm suddenly free, but I just want to come back and have a look, so I don't leave any certificates or certificates. "

  Zhang Deming spoke with a touch of sadness, but everyone was in awe. From his words, he could hear the hardships involved.

   "By the way, when I came over, I found a lot of bones in the passage, so I took them away!" While speaking, Zhang Deming waved his hand and threw out a lot of bones.

   Everyone looked at the dry bones for a moment, and then their expressions changed.

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

   Immediately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and many turned their heads to these dead bones.

   Among them, Zhang Zexin, the old man who was in charge of summoning the crowd while talking to Zhang Zeli, suddenly saw the three characters Zhang Deliang on the waist card of one of the withered bones, and said in surprise: "This is... 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 identity, 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 out the remains of your ancestors, so that you can settle down comfortably. Tomorrow, the whole family will hold a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, and bury the ancestors with honor!"

   "Understood, Seventh Uncle!"

  After speaking, 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, opened the topic and said, "Uncle, these years have been very difficult!"

   "Hehe, the days are so passed, and I get used to it after gritting my teeth. After all, I was different since I was a child. Several elders died one after another because of the pair of ears on my head.

  If I don't live up to it and let the elders who risked 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 the children and grandchildren who are unfilial and have no ability!" Zhang Zeli replied in time: "Uncle, this is the blood of returning to the ancestors. Is the blood of the ancestors of the Yang family showing?"

  Hearing the words, everyone became energetic. You must know that from the beginning of the clan meeting, what everyone cares most about is not their identity, but the milk dog on the other's shoulder and the ears on their head.

   It's just that Zhang Deming didn't dare to ask the identity question before he asked.

Zhang Deming nodded and said, "Well, it's just a coincidence. If it wasn't for my special bloodline and Xiaolei, I guess I would have fulfilled my promise, not to mention exterminating the monsters, I would have become a handful of loess a long time ago Bar!"

  Words, with some obvious emotion and sadness, and a little bit of reminiscence. Everyone paused, not knowing how to answer the conversation for a while, and Zhang Zeli's concerned inquiry could not continue.

  Zhang Deming paused, and said with a smile: "Hey, it seems that I am really old. I haven't seen so many tribesmen for a long time. I feel a little sad for a while."

   "It's because the children and grandchildren are incompetent, and it's hard for my uncle!" Zhang Zeli replied.

  Zhang Deming shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about it, let's go about my business. If you have something to do, go down and do your work. It's okay to watch if you have nothing to do."

  Everyone heard the words, but none of them stood up and watched honestly.

  Zhang Deming no longer cared about the crowd, but looked at the two people who were imprisoned and lying on the ground in the center of the living room.

  At this moment, both Mo Fei and Mo Qian are in despair. After all, they have already been involved in the secrets of the Zhang family. Given the feud between the two families, there is obviously no hope of surviving.

  Zhang Deming looked at the two of them, and instead of asking them first, he looked at the door. Zhang Xiuqing, who had been standing there obediently, had a middle-aged man beside her at the moment, waiting with her a little cautiously.

   Judging by his appearance, he should be Zhang Xiuqing's father. As far as appearance is concerned, he is an honest and friendly man, and there is a huge gap with the heroic Zhang Xiuqing, not at all like his own.

  Zhang Deming looked at Zhang Xiuqing and said, "Let's talk about the situation first!"

   Zhang Xiuqing heard the words, walked forward honestly, and knelt down respectfully, this time Zhang Deming did not stop.

  Don't mention life-saving kindness, just talk about etiquette, the custom of kneeling to ancestors, that is also Hongmeng's long-standing cultural inheritance, it is completely normal.

   "I... the junior today..."

  After Zhang Xiuqing knelt down and gave a big gift to Zhang Deming, she didn't get up, but just knelt and sat on the spot. With a heroic appearance, she was a little nervous being looked at by many clan elders at the moment.

  She paused for a moment, and then said with a trembling voice: "Because of the earthquakes in various places a few days ago, I accepted the patrol mission. Because the patrol location is relatively remote...

   Unintentionally wandered to the Poison Mist Valley on the side of the Mo family. The place was originally very remote and there were no people there.

   But by chance, the junior found a weird altar, and found someone dancing there, babbling and not knowing what they were doing.

   It's a bit like the legendary practice of opening an altar, or pretending to be a ghost or something, and judging from the traces, it seems to be a few years old. "

   Zhang Deming heard the words, some did not quite understand the expression. How to open the altar? Does this refer to ordinary funeral arrangements, or at least an ancient magic technique with a higher level?

   Or did she meet the Hongmeng cultivator who strayed into this place, trying to regain her strength?

  The elders around frowned and said: "The method of opening the altar? This is not in the legend..."

  In the middle of speaking, I suddenly remembered that there is also a legendary existence in front of me who can cast spells. It seems that another one is not impossible.

   "So, you snatched that weird bone from the altar? Did the other party not stop it?" Zhang Deming asked and answered.

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

  I stole this. While he was opening the altar, I stole his residence. The broken bone was found in the residence.

  Because I watched him use this thing on the altar, and when he stole something, I stole a part. I originally planned to show the clan elders what it was after running back.

   As a result, they quit and were discovered by the two of them, and you all know what happened after that, ancestor. "

   No dog?

   Could it really be from the outside world?

   No, it’s been four days, and it’s been a full moon night. According to the summarized information, if it’s really someone from the outside world, it should have changed a long time ago.

   "So...he still has a lot of these things?" Zhang Deming asked the most concerned question.

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

  Hearing this, Zhang Deming turned his head, looked at Mo Fei and Mo Qian, and said, "Are you two going to explain it yourself, or should I come in person?"

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

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

   Humans can still practice and cast spells. Before, I thought that the old man in the valley was a lunatic who danced like a **** all day long!

  Over the years, some of our disciples would occasionally go on duty, and they all thought he was a crazy old man! "

  Mo Qian heard the words, turned her head coldly, glared at Mo Fei, and said, "If you can return to the clan, you will definitely be cut..."

  Zhang Deming glanced at the woman Mo Qian, his eyes turned cold, and before he finished threatening and warning, he said: "I thought I was reduced to fish, but I dare to pretend to be a hero in front of me like this. I hope you will still be so stubborn later."

  While speaking, Zhang Deming waved his hand, a dreamy light lit up in his hand, and threw it at Mo Qian.

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

"what······"

  She couldn't bear it for a moment, and then began to scream crazily. The sound was extremely penetrating, with a heart-piercing feeling, and there was a serious tremolo.

"I thought it was tough, but it seems that it is nothing more than that. I can't stand it before it starts to tear my soul apart? I have this insight a long time ago, so why bother to show such loyalty and let me be this villain. "

  Zhang Deming shook his head, whispered, ignored Mo Qian, did not revoke the spell, and continued to torture her. Turning his head to look at Murphy, who had originally accepted the words, but was frightened into a fool at the moment, and said, "How about you, tell the truth, or do you want to try it?"

   "I said... I said it!" Murphy immediately nodded frantically.

   Zhang Deming looked at the other party and saw that the effect of killing chickens and monkeys was obvious, so he said: "Then continue!"

  Murphy froze when he heard this, but remained speechless. Zhang Deming's expression turned cold, and he said, "What? You also want to try how hard your bones are?"

  Murphy's face was pale, his body was trembling violently, and he stammered back: "But...but...but I've already said what I know just now."

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

   "Don't, don't, senior, I really finished everything, I really only know so much. There is no one in the clan to go to the Poison Mist Valley, except for the occasional Shouxia Valley, there is really nothing else!

  Guarding the valley is intermittent, I don’t know the process, they all said that the old man is a lunatic, so I didn’t even enter the valley, where the poisonous fog dissipated, it was gloomy and frightening! "

  Murphy looked at the flying light ball, trembling, and speaking incoherently, his crotch was wet, and 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 injected the light ball into Murphy's body.

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

   No, it should be called to sleep.

  Because he was too nervous 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 surprised when they saw this scene, and several clan elders looked at Zhang Deming in amazement.

   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 with Zhang Deming's waving and swiping, the whole picture is fluctuated by it at will, just like a book and picture album, which can be flipped through at will, just like a plaything.

  (end of this chapter)