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Chapter 73 Where were you back then

At the same time, the live broadcast picture gradually became clearer from being blurry and dark at the beginning.

In the picture, an earthen house appeared, which looked very old, with straw on top.

In the room, the faint candlelight was scattered.

Zhou Qiang's figure appeared in the camera, and he came to the gate of the earthen house.

The door of this earthen house is a wooden door from the last century, with the word "福" on it.

Zhou Qiang raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

An old voice came from inside the house.

"Who, it's so late!"

Zhou Qiang let out a long breath.

"Is this Mr. Liu Xiao? I'm Zhou Qiang. We met yesterday."

In the room, it was obvious that the footsteps suddenly paused.

But soon, the sound of the door lock being opened was heard.

A thin, dark-skinned old man stuck his head out amid the dim light in the room.

He looked at Zhou Qiang with an indifferent expression.

"How did you find this place, and that little girl, what do you mean by pointing at me with a mobile phone in your hand?"

Zhou Qiang looked at the old man in front of him and clicked his tongue.

"Aren't you going to let us in? The old lady inside is about to expire. Let's talk about tomorrow morning. According to the time, she will die completely at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning. The ghost needs us to be in charge of the underworld. .”

"You also feel this, so you stay here with her, right?"

The old man at the door was stunned. His originally friendly expression suddenly became furious, and the veins on his forehead appeared.

"Shut up!"

At this time, the deep voice of the old lady suddenly came from inside the house.

"I heard Liu Xiao."

"It's so strange, I actually saw you on TV, and I heard what you said just now."

"Hehehe...let him come in, Liu Xiao."

"My old lady has lived her entire life and has never seen anything. Even hell, I have seen it!"

At this moment, Liu Xiao's body froze.

He glanced at the mobile phone in Yu Xiran's hand, he finally let out a sigh of relief, shook his head helplessly, took a step back, and let the two people at the door come in.

Yu Xiran, a little uneasy, carefully followed Zhou Qiang to the house.

The house can be described as bare-walled, except for a moldy table, TV, and only a few chairs.

On the wall facing the gate, there is a simple ancestral hall with a bronze statue of Zhao Yun placed on it. Next to the bronze statue, an old black and white photo that has faded is hung.

An old lady was half lying on a rocking chair, glanced at the TV, and then looked at Zhou Qiang, with the corners of her mouth raised.

The content on the TV is exactly the content in this earthen house.

At this time, the old lady seemed to have thought of many things, and she felt inexplicably happy.

She smiled brightly, and even at the end of her smile, two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

"It turns out that the previous legends are all true. Are you really a ghost? Then you are a god?"

Zhou Qiang was startled. He didn't expect that the old lady in front of him would ask him this question first.

He nodded slowly.

"If we go by the legend, it is indeed like this."

The old lady nodded, her smile still on her face.

"I remember there was a temple before our town in Laoyang, and it was very famous in the neighborhood at that time."

"A few years ago, there was a great master who said that he saw a Bodhisattva in our village. What he said was clear, golden light, and the body of a Buddha."

"So if ghosts really exist, then Bodhisattvas should also exist, right? It seems that what the great mage said back then was true."

Zhou Qiang didn't speak. Somehow, he could detect an invisible sadness from the old lady in front of him who didn't have much time.

Then, the old lady continued to murmur to herself, her voice gradually getting lower.

"The Bodhisattva appeared in just three years? Haha..."

"But after the Bodhisattva appeared, within a few years, a group of beasts broke into Huaguo."

"Those beasts not only killed ordinary people, but also trampled and insulted our culture. Why didn't the Bodhisattva come out when they were killing their compatriots?"

"Why? Why is this?"

"If it is true that the Bodhisattva saves the suffering, why didn't he come out when the unarmed people were being massacred?"

"Why is it that in peaceful times, it's either this apparition or that apparition? Why do you disappear when the common people really need to be rescued?"

"Are you gods who save the suffering? Are you not gods?"

"Why at this time, why is it our Hua Kingdom's own soldiers, not the so-called gods, who finally drove those beasts out of China?"

At this moment, the old lady, who was obviously weak, suddenly became agitated, with a grim expression on her face.

"Go to hell with your uncle's gods, go to hell with the gods and Buddhas!"

"The real gods are them!"

The old lady raised her trembling hand and pointed to the group photo next to the bronze statue of Zhao Yun.

"The gods in my heart are them, the parents who gave me life, and the three brothers who fought against the Japanese pirates!"

"My elder brother, in order to cover the retreat of the masses, died under the Japanese pirates' howitzers. His name is Zhao Yulin!"

"My second brother fought bayonet against Japanese cavalry until he was the only one left. He resolutely chose to charge again. He died on the way to reunion. His name is Zhao Yushu!"

"My third brother, Zhao Yushan, in the city that the devils have already occupied, in order to bring important information to the organization, he couldn't help but sacrifice his life to buy time for his partner to retreat. When he was finally discovered by the organization, he was completely dead. There is nothing good about being burned into coal by Japanese pirates, and tortured by Japanese pirates!"

"Are you a god? Where do you think you are?"

"Where were you when our Zhao family had no descendants? There were six people in the family, and I was the only disabled person left?"

"Since you say that your gods really exist, where were you back then?"

Why didn't you show up when so many people were begging for help? "

The old lady's body was trembling, and she raised her hand to grab Zhou Qiang's arm.

But she never caught it.

Liu Xiao stepped forward to help the old lady, while Zhou Qiang on the side lowered his head.

For the first time, he felt a little at a loss, he didn't know how to explain this matter to the old lady.

Even though what happened back then had nothing to do with him, he didn't say anything at all.

Whether in this world or in the previous world.

But for some reason, Zhou Qiang's heart felt inexplicable pain.

it hurts...

Obviously I haven't experienced that year, but it still hurts.

It was like a knife was cutting his heart into pieces.

(End of this chapter)