Who could have set up a tomb for the Di family, laid out memorials for worship, and cleaned it up? If not the original survivors, who could do this? But after waking up from a coma, he returned to the mountain village and found no survivors.
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At this time, a gust of breeze blew, and there was a faint sound of coughing, drifting and intermittent.
"There's someone!" Everyone suddenly became alert and looked towards the depths of the mist on the north side of the cemetery.
Cough cough... the cough came again, the sound was still gentle and intermittent. Against the background of the cemetery and fog, it was like a ghost whispering from hell, which made people feel chilly in their hearts.
Who is it? Is it really a surviving member of the Di family?
Meiyan stood up slowly, her tear-stained eyes fixed on the fog. After a brief silence, she suddenly jumped up and plunged into the depths of the fog. Di Cheng and Fang Zhongshou followed closely behind and rushed in one after another.
Go in. Wu Mengyao's heart skipped a beat when she saw the strange mist. Just as she was about to turn around and run away, Yuwen Lengnian grabbed her and looked for the source of the sound.
Because the direction of the wind was changeable and gentle, the coughing sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, sometimes left and sometimes right, elusive. Di Cheng and others searched for ten times in this maze-like mist with difficult directions.
Minutes later, I luckily discovered a simple thatched hut.
It is dilapidated and crude, as if it has not been repaired for many years.
The cough sounded again, hard and hoarse, as if the person inside was suffering from heartbreaking pain!
Just as Meiyan was about to move forward, Di Cheng quickly stopped her and signaled her to wait while he pushed open the door first.
Squeak...
The door opened, and the faint smell of blood mixed with sour rot hit his face. Di Cheng couldn't help but frown slightly and hold his breath.
"Who?" A weak and hoarse voice sounded from the inside, accompanied by a slight creak of the mattress.
Di Cheng slightly adapted to the smell of the room, and then walked to the back room. With the dim light, he could see a thin old man struggling to hold himself up in the messy room.
"Hello, old man, may I ask...are you taking care of the cemetery outside?"
The old man's breath was weak, his face was slightly swollen, and his exposed skin was sickly pale. His slightly bulging eyes stared straight at Di Cheng. Although the old man looked weak, his sharp eyes could clearly tell Di Cheng
, this person... is definitely not an ordinary person!
"I'm asking, who are you? There should not be any of you among the descendants of King Yao's Mansion!" The old man spoke slowly, his sharp expression turning back and forth on Di Cheng and Meiyan, but when he saw Wu Mengyao at the back, his expression changed.
Slight change: "Miss Third? How did you..."
Wu Mengyao timidly looked at the old man, probably frightened by his appearance, and quickly shrank behind Yuwen Lengnian, never coming out again.
"Old man, we don't mean any harm. We just want to verify something about your relationship with the people buried in the tombs."
Di Cheng secretly looked at the old man, trying to find the shadow of the old man in the other person's appearance to see if he could match the villagers whose memories were blurred. But he looked carefully for a long time, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of familiarity. Could it be?
Has the other party's appearance changed too much? Or it has been too long, and my memory has long been blurred.
Perhaps because he knew Wu Mengyao, the vigilance in the old man's eyes was no longer so strong. He coughed a few times with difficulty and lay weakly on the bed: "Answer my question first, who are you and where are you from?"
Di Cheng said slowly: "Twenty years ago, this was our home."
Two gleams of light suddenly burst out from the old man's eyes, and he sat up suddenly. However, due to the huge range of movements, the wounds in his body were affected. His face instantly turned pale, and he was twisted in pain. He coughed violently like a heart-wrenching cough, and large mouthfuls of blood flowed from it.
Spraying out from his mouth, Di Chenghe Meiyan couldn't help but take a few steps forward, hesitated for a moment, sat on the bed, and gently patted the old man's back to help him breathe.
He coughed up a large pool of blood with difficulty. Before he could fully recover, the old man grabbed Di Cheng's hand and stared at Di Cheng with his bulging eyes: "Who are you!!"
"My real name is Wei Cheng. I came here twenty years ago and changed my name to Di Cheng."
"Wei Cheng? Dicheng?" The old man frowned and thought hard. After a moment, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the beautiful face. After a while, his eyes began to tremble violently, and various emotions changed one after another. Finally, a touch of surprise
Spreading in the eyes, lips moved, and voice trembled: "You...you are...Miss?"
"Do you know me?" Perhaps because she was too young at the time, Mei Yan was not overly excited because she still had her family alive, not to mention that she had no impression of the person in front of her at all.
"Miss! You are the miss! It's really you!" The old man was so excited that he coughed violently again. He looked as if he might lose his breath at any time. Outsiders may not recognize the beauty, and no one knows the beauty.
But as Di Yunyi's personal bodyguard, he knew it all!
Di Cheng and Meiyan quickly comforted him and patted him gently. Judging from the old man's behavior, it seemed that he was a survivor of the earthquake and had a close relationship with Meiyan, otherwise he would not still be like this after twenty years.
Excited.
After a while, the old man's mood relaxed somewhat, but the excitement in his heart was still difficult to dissipate, and his mental state was no longer so depressed.
The old man's eyes were moist, and he raised his hand to touch the beauty, but he was concerned about the blood on his hand. "Miss, it's really you. I dug up so many corpses at that time, but I didn't find yours, so I
I know you are still alive! If I knew you were still alive, I don’t know how happy I would be."
"Daddy is still alive?" The beautiful woman's delicate body trembled slightly and she lost her voice.
"Alive, of course alive."
"But the cemetery outside..."
The old man shook his head and sighed: "I made it for myself. The earthquake destroyed everything in the Di family and buried all the young masters and ladies who were hosted by us here. The master knew that he couldn't explain it, so he gave it to himself.
He set up a tombstone and entered the prison of King Yao's Mansion. He stayed there for twenty years. But now it's good. Miss, you are back. If the master knows about it, he will definitely be very happy, and maybe he will come out of the prison.
Woolen cloth."
"Daddy, daddy is still alive..." Meiyan's eyes swayed, and there were layers of haze in her eyes. She had no feelings for the old man in front of her, but she was definitely not indifferent to her father.
Di Cheng was also shocked. Mr. Di is still alive??!! For him, there is nothing more exciting than this news. It’s not that he can get many benefits, but because of his beauty. In this way, the little girl is vicious
The indifferent nature will definitely be softened.
"What's the relationship between Mr. Di and Prince Yao's Mansion?" Di Cheng couldn't help but ask.
"I know you, boy. You were the most naughty one at the beginning. I was so angry with you that I wished I could drive out of Dijia Village." The old man looked back at Di Cheng, with a slightly pleased look on his face, paused, and said
He made a shocking statement: "The old man is the brother of the current Master of Yaowang Mansion, and is also the nominal Master of Yaowang Mansion. It was just because of the death of his wife that he wanted to go into seclusion, so he gave up his position as the master of the palace and changed his position to Madam.
His surname is 'Di' and he came here to live alone. Everyone in the Di family village is a firm follower of the master and is willing to abandon the surname Wu and change it to Di."
"Mother is dead?" Meiyan asked in confusion. It's not surprising that she was so confused. After all, she was too young at the time, and her experience after the earthquake was too rough, so there were many gaps in her memory.
The old man sighed: "Madam died when you were less than one year old."
"How did you die?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, it's all in the past." The old man seemed unwilling to recall the sad things at that time. He looked up and down at the beautiful face, his expression full of love and pity: "Miss, when you grow up, I can give you some help."
Madam, I’ve given you an explanation.”
"Old sir, how many people survived the earthquake?" Di Cheng asked again, but the expression on his face was a little weird. Mr. Di is the nominal master of Yaowang Mansion??!! He is also Mr. Di's registered disciple? What does that mean?
Doesn’t that mean that I belong to the King of Medicine’s Mansion?!
Although he only taught me a few things, he was still his first martial arts teacher and had a profound influence on his subsequent development. This relationship between master and disciple cannot be broken off easily.
"The earthquake came too suddenly and violently, and it happened late at night and early in the morning. The villagers happened to be sleeping deeply, so less than 10% of the survivors followed the master back to Yaowang Mansion and guarded the surroundings of the prison.
, serve the master at any time."
"Can we go to Yaowang's Mansion now?" Meiyan was excited and couldn't wait.
"Okay! Okay, okay, of course!" The old man agreed very readily and hurriedly struggled to stand up.
Di Cheng quickly held him down: "Old sir, your body is very weak. Why don't you write us a letter of certification and we can go to Yaowang Mansion by ourselves."
"It's okay. I'm a strong man, but I caught a cold during this period and had a bit of a cough." The old man waved his hands and stood up again.
Di Cheng couldn't resist him and could only reach out to help him. But at this time, Yuwen Lengnian, who had been staring at the old man closely from beginning to end, suddenly frowned: "Old man, you can't move!"
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