My luck can go against the sky

"Report, No. 302354, Jiangxia City Branch's battle sequence Han Zirong completed the task."

"Our staff have been rescued, Nanhu Mountain has been razed to the ground, and the monks of Baohe Temple have died except for the letter."

"After investigation, it was Fusang who cracked the ghost monk. Xiong Shan Dacheng sneaked into Baohe Temple to bewitch the monk of Baohe Temple into the devil, and the abbot of Mingxin blew him and killed him."

"A Fusang-like god and a dog ghost appeared above Baohe Temple. His body was crushed by an unknown power, and he has now escaped to his own spiritual world."

"The task details notification is over."

Han Zirong looked at the clear sky while reporting.

The Headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation of Anomalies, the Department of Communications, and the communications personnel recorded them one by one, and then said sweetly: "Congratulations on completing the task. The reward for this task has been issued. Please accept it in time. It is expected to arrive in Jiangxia within three working days. ."

"I am your dedicated correspondent, number 437503, communication sequence Cao Qiao, you can contact me at any time if you need it."

"Mr. Han Zirong, now you have half a month's rest. I wish you a happy life."

After speaking, the call was interrupted.

Cao Qiao, the customer service staff of the communications department, patted her chest in fear, and said to the people around her: "Hey, Sister Zhang, don't you say that people who are out of the office are not good tempered?"

"I'm quite calm in receiving this, and there is no sensible abnormality at all."

Sister Zhang heard looking through the information and looked at Han Zirong with a smile: "You are normal, you just entered the game, of course, no problem. I'm talking about the kind of people who have been in the game for a long time. It's scary."

"Once, after passing the phone to the correspondent, he died."

After that, he pointed to the chair under Cao Qiao's buttocks and said, "Hey, the one who died is the chair of you."

The calm Cao Qiao's face suddenly changed. He looked at Sister Zhang in a panic, and she stammered: "Zhang, Sister Zhang, don't scare me, I, I am timid."

Sister Zhang laughed, the sound of the communication sounded, and Sister Zhang quickly became serious and connected to the call.

In another change, under Nanhu Mountain, Han Zirong took Xiaoguai, and Tie Zhongyun walked towards Jiangxia city step by step with Jianxin on his back.

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The bright moon hung high in the sky, shooting out ray of light.

The cool breeze blew over Han Zirong and his party, blowing away the bloody smell lingering on them.

Looking at the three words Zhenhanzhai on the stone tablet, Han Zirong turned his head to look at Tie Zhongyun: "You live here today, right?"

"Go in and see if anyone is willing to take us in."

Tie Zhongyun nodded, straightened up, and followed Han Zirong towards the stockade.

It was already midnight and there was no light in the stockade except the dog.

Han Zirong walked to the door of a house, knocked on the door frame lightly, and said, "My fellow, fellow, can we temporarily stay at your house?"

Not long after, the lights in the house came on, and a middle-aged man opened the door, glanced at Han Zirong and his party, then immediately closed the door, and said coldly: "Can't live in my house, go and see elsewhere."

After all, walk back to the house.

The man's family also woke up and leaned on the bedside and asked, "Who, it's most of the night."

The man said with a cold face: "A few outsiders want to live in our house."

The woman's face suddenly became cold, and she said coldly, "Don't be kind to let them in."

The man said impatiently: "Okay, okay, I don't know, I used you to talk a lot, hurry to sleep with you, hurry to send the baby away tomorrow, and come back to do well."

"outrageous."

The lights in the house slowly went out, and Han Zirong was dumb, turning around and looking at Tie Zhongyun and said, "Walk around and see if anyone is willing to take us in. This house is definitely not working."

Tie Zhongyun nodded, carrying Jianxin on his back and walking forward.

I walked to the door of a house again. This time Tie Zhongyun stepped forward and knocked on the door. The door frame was slammed, and Tie Zhongyun's voice was also loud. When he opened his mouth, the lights in the surrounding houses suddenly lit up.

Before Tie Zhongyun could speak, he shouted: "Go and go, we don't leave outsiders to stay overnight."

"What the ancestors said is unlucky."

"If a foreigner wants to die, please let me go."

After speaking, the lights that were on quickly went out, and the cold night returned to calm.

Tie Zhongyun was a little dumbfounded, and murmured, "Is it so unkind?"

"Don't they all say that the farmer is simple and kind?"

Han Zirong smiled, not caring about these people's refusal, and then Tie Zhongyun said: "Xenophobia is normal. Whoever tells you that the farmer must have a simple discussion?"

"The people in the city are still a little indifferent, but do you still see someone helping the old woman cross the road?"

Tie Zhongyun smiled: "I often help my grandmother to cross the road. I am not afraid of corruption. I have money and I have nowhere to spend anyway."

Han Zirong said lightly: "That's not as rich as I am."

Tie Zhongyun still doesn’t know that Jiangxia City is already in chaos. Money is no longer useful in Jiangxia City. Hearing Han Zirong say that, he laughed and joked: "No, you are the richest man in Jiangxia, US-Japan Group Chairman Han Zirong."

The two of them were talking while walking along the road.

About 100 meters away, an aging figure stood by the side of the road, looking at Han Zirong, Tie Zhongyun said, "Lady, what are you going around outside most of the night?"

Han Zirong stepped forward and said, "Old man, can we rest in your house for one night?"

"Tomorrow, leave at dawn."

The old man nodded, and walked home with Han Zirong on crutches.

Walking all the way to the door of the ancestral hall in the middle of the stockade, the old man opened the door of the ancestral hall and said: "Lady, it’s impossible to live at home. There are not so many beds, and it’s not as good as the city. There are so many rooms in our ancestral hall. feasible?"

Han Zirong nodded repeatedly and smiled: "Why not, just have a wall to keep us out of the wind."

The old man nodded calmly, turned on the switch, and turned on the lights one by one. Then he said: "It's not that there are beds in the ancestral hall. The family who visits relatives and friends come during the New Year's Day. If they can't live at home, they all live in the ancestral hall. ."

"There are beds, they are all clean."

"Old man, I'll take these things out for the sun when I'm fine to avoid mold."

"Just put it down and live, no money."

When the light was turned on, Han Zirong could see the old man's face clearly.

His gray hair was messed up on his head. The old man's nose was a little red, maybe he had a cold, his figure was a little rickety, his face was tightly wrinkled, his eyes were a little bright, making Qiongqiong energetic.

Han Zirong felt a little strange in his heart. An old man's eyesight should not be so good, especially at night, how could he be alone on the road?

It was strange in his heart, but Han Zirong still resisted it.

Follow the old man to the next wing, pick up Xiaoguai and let her lie down and sleep quietly.

The old man saw that Han Zirong and the others had lived there, and did not stay here anymore, he said, "Okay, then do this first, old man, I will go back."

"Don't rush to go tomorrow. Come to the stockade. Anyway, you have to use our specialties."

Han Zirong nodded lightly and smiled: "Okay, what you always say is what you say, we are not welcome."

The old man waved his hand again and again: "What are you polite, what are you polite."

After that, turn around, walk out of the ancestral hall slowly, close the gate, and close the ancestral hall.

The old man stood at the door for a while, took out the lock from his pocket, and locked the door.

Walking back home trembling step by step, the old man immediately knelt in front of the ancestral tablet, whispering in his heart.

"Don't blame me, don't blame me, it's your bad luck, where can't you go, you have to come to our stockade."