"What's wrong!"

"Where did Uncle Zhang go?"

Xiaoyuan's bright and plain pretty face sank, and said lightly:

"I don't know! If you are worried about him absconding, you don't have to. Uncle Zhang will do what he says. If he breaks his promise, I will also be responsible for finding him."

In front of Yuanshi Tianzun, she couldn't control her temper more and more, but she didn't notice it.

"Uncle Zhang is dead!" Zhang Yuanqing said softly, "He died in Jinghai City People's Hospital this morning, and was killed by Wei Yuanzhou."

Madoka stayed there, the indifference in her eyes disintegrated quickly, her hands were clenched into fists little by little, and she clenched so hard that she closed her eyes suddenly, as if she was afraid that the sadness that could not be concealed would escape from her eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes, with a calm expression, and said:

"Got it, it's his choice"

His choice, Zhang Yuanqing, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice:

"He refused to go with me. His so-called unfulfilled wish is for this reason?"

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Facing the loess with his back to the sky for decades, he was lonely and widowed for half his life. He raised his grandson with grains of rice, and paid for his studies with copper coins. In the end, he had to sacrifice his life for the future of his grandson.

How stupid Zhang Yuanqing really wanted to sneer, but his chest was inexplicably congested.

Madoka gave a "hmm":

"He probably had this idea a long time ago. Half a month ago, he was injured by an official walker in Jinghai City. I went to see him. He was seriously injured, but he was very happy.

"I've known him for so many years, and I rarely see him smiling so happily. He said that his wish is finally fulfilled, and he will concentrate on practicing with Master Wuhen for the rest of his life, saying goodbye to the past."

Zhang Yuanqing listened quietly.

"But yesterday when he came to see Master Wuhen, he seemed to be a different person, with a gloomy expression and a lot of preoccupations. I knew he had something to do. I followed him secretly to Jinghai City, and only then did I know that he was assassinating the official traveler."

Because I don't want to relapse, but for the sake of my grandson's future, I have to go against my will? Zhang Yuanqing frowned, feeling a little contradictory and something was wrong.

At this time, the phone made a "ding dong", and a text message came in.

He took out his mobile phone to check the information, it was Guan Yafa's photo.

In the photo, the dark and skinny old man lay quietly on the mortuary bed, the sorrow carved by the years was always condensed on his face, there was a dark red wound on his chest, and a large piece of new tender flesh.

"It's Uncle Zhang"

Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "He didn't dissolve Gu."

When the voodoo master dies in battle, his body will retain a half-human and half-animal appearance, while Uncle Zhang died in a human appearance, which means that he did not choose to fight, but was willing to die.

"Ding dong!"

The prompt sounded again, and Guan Ya sent a large text:

"The call was interrupted just now. I haven't finished speaking yet. I don't understand a few details. The attacker was attacked by Wei Yuanzhou from behind, pierced through the heart and died. Before he died, he was seriously ill. This is the ability of the God of Plague.

"However, such an injury or illness shouldn't kill you in one blow. A psychic has a chance to struggle to the death, but he didn't dissolve Gu, which is very strange. JrNovels.com