The Demon Road of the Republic of China

The whistle of the ferry whistled.

The ship slowly berthed at the shore, the steam was gushing out, and the crowd was rushing forward.

Gu Xiaowu squeezed desperately, stretched his neck and weighed his feet, looking for the figure of his young master from the gap between the waving arms.

There were a lot more people at the pier today, until the wave of crowd receded, Gu Xiaowu's neck was about to be broken, and he didn't see anyone suspected of being the young master.

He was pushed back to the side of the road, squatted down panting, and wiped his sweat with his sleeves, could it be that he remembered wrongly?Isn't the young master this boat?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a male voice with a faint voice, like a cold and thin ice, coming from above his head: "Xiao Wu."

Almost at the same time, two slender legs suddenly came into view.

Gu Xiaowu jumped up in shock.

"Eldest, Eldest Young Master?" Gu Xiaowu looked at the person in front of him, his tongue was tied, and he was a little afraid to recognize him.

The person who came was a young man in his early twenties, tall and straight, with handsome features, black hair and long eyebrows, a pair of sharp phoenix eyes with slightly raised eye tails and deep pupils, like a dry well full of ashes.The lips are too thin, and they are slightly pursed, showing a dull and indifferent appearance.

This is completely different from the thin boy who was forced to leave home five years ago to study abroad.

If it weren't for those extremely good-looking eyes, the whole Haicheng couldn't find a second one, Gu Xiaowu would really think that he had admitted the wrong person.

Gu Xiaowu went to pick up the box in Gu Jinghan's hand, "Master, the car is waiting over there, let's go back."

"Well," Gu Jinghan didn't give the box to Gu Xiaowu, and turned his eyes lightly, "Let's go."

Gu Xiaowu has been in Gu's house for more than ten years, and he is very aware of the eccentric temper of the young master since he was a child. He was frozen by the cold air, so he didn't dare to talk anymore, so he walked a few steps to drive.

It was evening.

The blue sky was burnt brightly by the red clouds wandering on the coastline, and it turned into a choppy evening mist sinking into the sea.

The humid air ferments the unique melancholy fragrance of Haicheng after the rain, which is cool and luxurious.

The small puddles on the street are like small broken mirrors, containing the skylight and cloud shadows, and the dazzling golden light occasionally reflected is as gorgeous as peonies in full bloom.

Leather shoes and high-heeled shoes stepped on the tire tracks of rickshaws and cars, rattled, and listened carefully to the melody of dance music on an old gramophone.

All these things are familiar yet unfamiliar, and the earth-shaking changes in the past five years, in Gu Jinghan's eyes, are just another hypocritical fake skin.

The car stopped in front of Gu's mansion.

Gu Xiaowu ran up the steps to knock on the door. After a while, the butler, Uncle Fu, appeared in the door. He frowned, "Xiao Wu?"

He was about to ask why he picked up the young master so late, when he raised his eyes, he saw behind Gu Xiaowu, a young man climbing up the stairs, handsome and refined, alienated and indifferent.

Although his demeanor was different this time, when he saw that cold face that everyone owed him five hundred oceans, Uncle Fu immediately confirmed that this was his young master, really.

"Young master, you are back!"

Uncle Fu was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly welcomed people in, "Madam has been thinking about you, if you don't come, I will go to the pier to see. You sit down and rest, I will go to the kitchen to call Madam, Madam cooks for you I made several of your favorite dishes."

Uncle Fu was overjoyed, and the two mustaches on his mouth couldn't help shaking, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he went to call for someone.

Gu Jinghan walked into the mansion, put the box in his hand on the side of the seat, and sat down.

The home is no different from what he left five years ago, the furniture and decorations have not been changed, and the sense of familiarity is still there.On the table was his favorite tea set, and the tea was still warm.

"Han'er!"

This numbing voice made Gu Jinghan's hairs stand on end. No accident, it was his own mother, Xue Ping, who had been away for five years.

"Mother." Gu Jinghan's face remained icy, but his expression softened a bit. He stood up, stretched his arms and hugged Xue Ping who rushed over, and helped her to sit down, "I'm back."

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back..." Xue Ping is over forty years old. Although she is a little old, she still has her charm. She was definitely a famous beauty when she was young. She held Gu Jinghan's hand, Looking at his face carefully, his eye circles were red, and he couldn't help crying, "I've lost weight...a lot thinner and more handsome. Han'er has grown up..."

Her voice trembled, her heart was full of emotions, and she didn't know how to express it.

Gu Jinghan shook Xue Ping's hand instead, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Xue Ping suddenly pulled out from the dazed and tearful emotions, dazed for a while, and hurriedly got up and took Gu Jinghan to eat: "It's all my mother's fault, I almost forgot that you have been on the boat for so long, and you didn't eat well Yes. Come here, it’s all your favorite dishes, mother will serve you soup.”

The child travels thousands of miles and the mother is worried.

Sitting at the dining table, Gu Jinghan watched Xue Ping bustle about with great interest, and his usually indifferent expression softened a lot.

"Your room has already been tidied up, and the things put away have been put away for you. You can take a look later, what else do you want..." Xue Ping picked up food for Gu Jinghan, Said softly.

Gu Jinghan paused with his chopsticks, his eyes were calm: "Mother, I will live outside tonight."

Xue Ping's happy expression froze on her face, and slowly faded into a sorrowful paleness. Her lips moved and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Han'er, your father... he didn't come back because he had something to do tonight. He is also very happy when you return home."

Gu Jinghan smiled inwardly.

If he was really happy, he wouldn't have been thrown on a transoceanic ferry five years ago with injuries all over his body, and never returned home for a day.Gu Jinghan knew how Gu Yuanfeng treated him.

Gu Jinghan has had yin and yang eyes since he was a child, and can see weird things in the world.

It is also because the world he sees is different from other people, so he is very unsocial. When he was five or six years old, he was sent back to his hometown in the mountains by Gu Yuanfeng on the grounds of being possessed by evil spirits. Only then was he taken back to Haicheng.

But not long after he returned to Haicheng, he fell ill. The cause was unknown, and he had visited famous doctors but he couldn't get better.

Gu Yuanfeng remembered what happened to Gu Jinghan when he was a child, so he invited an old man to watch.

The old man calculated by bluffing and cheating, saying that Gu Jinghan and Gu Yuanfeng were the fate of the king not seeing the king, because now Gu Jinghan is young, so if he stays by Gu Yuanfeng's side for a long time, he will die of illness.

When Gu Yuanfeng heard this, what he thought was not that he might have harmed his son, but that Gu Jinghan was still young as the old man said.It's still young, so Gu Jinghan was shocked, what if he grows up?Wasn't he the one who got washed?

When Gu Yuanfeng thought about it, he felt very restless. After two days, he suddenly felt top-heavy. When he was unwell, he could no longer think about the family relationship between father and son, and directly ordered Gu Yuanfeng, who was still sick and weak, to Jinghan threw herself on the ferry going to the other side of the ocean, even though Xue Ping cried and went on hunger strike, she remained indifferent.

Xue Ping is a loving mother, but also a typical good wife in the old society.

After crying and making trouble, Gu Yuanfeng comforted her and said that it was all a stopgap measure now. The Taoist priest said that he would be able to bring his son back after another five years. Xue Ping lost her son and could never lose her husband, so she had no choice but to believe in depression. Gu Yuanfeng's words.

When the five-year period came, Gu Yuanfeng promised to bring back Gu Jinghan, who had completed his studies, but the day before Gu Jinghan was going to come back, he took his two aunts, a son and a daughter on the train going north, saying that he would Going to Beiping to show their children about the marriage, but how could Xue Ping not guess the real reason?

The estrangement has arisen and cannot be eliminated.

"Your father took Shi Qiu and Xiao Miao to Beiping, and he won't be able to come back for a while. You just stay at home." Xue Ping restrained her emotions and smiled warmly.

Gu Jinghan said lightly: "Mother, don't worry about me, I won't be able to stay at home for a few days. I came back to fulfill the marriage contract left by my master."

"What, what?" Xue Ping was stunned.

During the 12 years when Gu Jinghan lived alone in his hometown in the deep mountains, Xue Ping had heard that Gu Jinghan had learned some boxing skills from an old mountain Taoist in order to keep fit. It didn't matter.Unexpectedly, after so many years, what kind of marriage contract would appear?

Seeing this, Gu Jinghan put down his chopsticks, got up and opened his suitcase, and took out a dark red gold-plated marriage certificate, with no creases on the corners, and it was well preserved, but with a faint old color.

He explained: "During the few years I was in Changqing Mountain, I learned Taoism from a Taoist real person and worshiped him as a teacher. When I returned to Haicheng, he gave me this marriage contract, allowing me to be married before the winter solstice at the age of 23. Complete this marriage contract. It is early autumn now, and it cannot be postponed any longer."

"Marriage matters, parents' order, matchmaker's words, how can this..."

Xue Ping held back her anger towards the wild Taoist priest, took a look at the marriage letter, and immediately became hoarse, and after a while she turned pale, her eyes trembling and said: "Han, Han'er, tell mother that this is fake. You... You are a man, how... how can you marry into the Rong family?"

The hall was brightly lit, reflecting the flowing ink characters on the marriage letter.

On the 23th day of the [-]th month of the Jihai year, as evidenced by heaven and earth, Gu Jinghan and Er Rongfei entered into a marriage contract, and they were married within [-] years.

"Mother, this is not up to you and me to decide." Gu Jinghan said flatly.

When Gu Jinghan came down from the mountain at the age of 17, he was actually a little surprised when he got this marriage letter.

For nothing else, just set the date for this marriage letter, which is December [-]th in the year of Ji Hai.That was seven days after Gu Jinghan was born.At that time, he didn't know his master yet, and Rong Peijing didn't even have a son, and he wasn't the head of the Rong family who is now so powerful.

However, there are Rong Peijing's handwriting and fingerprints on the paper, which cannot be faked.

As for that mysterious master, Gu Jinghan also believed in his supernatural powers.In this world, there are always things that human beings cannot explain.

"When you were born, you didn't even recognize this mountain man. Rong Peijing is just a bandit occupying the mountain. How could this marriage letter be true?" It was my son who was the protagonist, so he couldn't calm down, "Han'er, mother only has you as a child, such a thing..."

Gu Jinghan's face was flat: "Tomorrow I will visit Rong's house."

Xue Ping's trembling hands froze, and after a while, she slowly relaxed, and she forced a smile: "That's right, maybe this marriage certificate is fake, there are strange people, but they can predict the future, but I really can't believe it. Besides, although our Gu family can be considered a famous family in Haicheng, compared to the Rong family, we are still in the same place. They also look down on us. The temperament of the young master Rong is not like someone who can see She fell in love with a man, and the Rong family didn't mention it, so in Mother's opinion, it's better to just..."

She didn't say the whole thing, but the meaning was very clear.

What Xue Ping said was actually reasonable.

Rong Peijing went from a bandit who took over the mountain as king to the head of the Rong family who single-handedly founded the Rong family in Haicheng. Today is different.The status of the Rong family is too high, and that young master Rong was a domineering master who was famous in Haicheng five years ago, how could he fulfill this marriage contract that came out of nowhere?

After hearing her finish, Gu Jinghan's face remained unchanged, he only raised his hand to gently hug Xue Ping's shoulder, then picked up the box and went back to the room.

This action conveyed Gu Jinghan's meaning without reservation, Xue Ping sat on the seat absent-mindedly for a long while, then sighed deeply, and ordered people to collect the leftovers.

Gu Jinghan's room was furnished exactly as it was five years ago, but even five years ago, Gu Jinghan lived here only for a short year, without much sense of familiarity and belonging.

It's still early in the night.

Gu Jinghan turned on the light, put the box on the table, and took out the contents.

There were only two thin clothes on one side of the box for him to change and wash on the return journey.

On the other side, there is an old wooden box with no visible wood, and it is mottled, and there are layers and layers of strange dark red carving patterns on it.

Gu Jinghan's fingers paused for a moment on the uneven pattern, and with a light pick, the wooden box was opened.

Countless shrill screams that ordinary people could not hear pierced Gu Jinghan's ears in an instant, and thousands of ghosts howled and trembled.

Gu Jinghan took it for granted, expressionlessly pressed down on the pad of his middle finger with his thumb, and a drop of condensed blood fell down, crushing the crazily surging black air inside the box.

The ghost howled angrily, and slowly disappeared as the black air dissipated.

The objects in the box, which are clearly outlined under the lamp, are nine ceramic urns.It was as if something was about to struggle out of the urn, causing the body of the urn to struggle and tremble.

Gu Jinghan pressed the one that vibrated the most with his slender and strong fingers, forcing it to be unable to move.

The endless night was stained with frost and cold intruding from the open glass window behind, Gu Jinghan stared at it, his pupils were gloomy, and his expression was as cold as deep winter: "Tonight, be quiet."

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[Because the subject matter is prohibited, the setting has been revised, and the title has been changed to the wealthy young master]