C27 (2/2)

Deadly Twelve Days Fu Yao 35840K 2022-07-21

Unfortunately, at that time, the enemy had set his eyes on the concubines of the Zheng Family's Patriarch. In order to survive, the Zheng Family's Patriarch had no choice but to accept the demands of the enemy and offer his concubine up.

However, they didn't expect that the foreign enemies at that time were originally a lustful and lecherous race. Not to mention that they were ungrateful and ungrateful, even the soldiers who stayed outside the army all year round were jealous. They rushed into the Zheng Family's inner court like a swarm of bees once they set an example.

Over the course of a day, every single one of the Zheng Family's daughters, ranging from eighty to a few years old, were brutally humiliated. The Zheng Family's Patriarch was infuriated, and although he pretended to flatter them, he secretly wanted to kill them.

Unfortunately, although these foreign enemies were vicious, they weren't stupid. Once they tested the waters, they immediately discovered the problem and, in a fit of rage, slaughtered the Zheng Family.

The poor Zheng family had become traitors of the country, yet they had been killed and their women humiliated.

Due to the Zheng Family's residence being used as a home, the enemies that had been massacring and looting the house did not destroy the property of the Zheng Family. Instead, they camped in the Zheng Family Mansion.

However, for some unknown reason, all of the enemies that lived in the Zheng Family mansion had been wiped out overnight. There wasn't even a corpse to be found.

After the liberation, the group of patriotic warriors found out about it and burned down the Zheng Family compound in a fit of rage, even pushing away the Zheng Family's ancestral hall.

However, if he didn't push it, it would have been fine. However, there was a problem with one push.

Without the Zheng Family Ancestral Hall, the Zheng Family gave birth to the ghostly wails and howls, as if thousands of ghosts were crying. This was also the reason why the name, ”Ten Thousand Wailing Provenance”, was given to them.

After reading this page in one go, I couldn't help but fall silent. Although I never believed that good people would get paid for their actions, but I have to say, bad people will definitely not end up well.

After understanding the cause and effect, I vaguely feel that Zhang Qiang's matter isn't that simple anymore.

I took out the piece of leather that I had previously kept in my pocket. On it was the name Zheng Xiaosong, and it seemed that at least the legendary Zheng Family Terrace really did exist. Moreover, it was obvious that this piece of kraft paper really did belong to that broken temple.

There was one more thing. The temple was not a temple at all. It was the Zheng Family's ancestral hall.

I stretched. For the past few days, due to my father's death, I hadn't had much of an appetite, so I didn't have much to eat. After a while, I really felt a little hungry, so I went out to find something to eat and then went back to my room.

I don't know how long I slept, but I only felt colder and colder. The blanket that was covering me was like a layer of paper that couldn't keep me warm at all.

Although the house I rented was in the basement and it was humid, it wasn't too cold due to being on the coast. Why is it so strange today?

I had no choice but to get up and prepare to pack something thicker.

However, as soon as I got up, my scalp went numb, and I saw a figure standing at my computer table.

I rubbed my eyes and looked again. I smiled to myself, wondering if I was a little mentally weak. There was no one around the computer table. It was just a jacket that I had casually draped over there.

So I turned on the flashlight on my cell phone, got out of bed, fumbled for my slippers, and blurrily stepped on them. As soon as my feet touched the slippers, I screamed and retracted my feet.

It was smooth and ice-cold to the touch, with a hint of softness and a slight phrenic feeling. Clearly, he had stepped on someone's hand.

I curled up on the bed, not daring to breathe, and asked, ”Who is it?”

After a long while, there was no reply. I couldn't help but to have some doubts. I looked under the bed and saw nothing but darkness.

In just a few minutes, I felt my back getting wet and cold.

In the end, I had no choice but to grit my teeth, pull out my belt, and use the light from my flashlight to get out of bed.