Supernatural: Violent exorcism of ghosts, I scared the school beauty into confusion

Memory recovery!

As the door-sealing zombie spoke, he raised his head and glanced at the door of the ancestral home behind Zhang Wei, feeling an indescribable feeling of familiarity in his heart.

“The ancestral house…”

He stretched out his hand and stroked the door of the ancestral house, stroking the coldness from the wood of the door and the cracks on the door. The feeling of familiarity was deepening, and there was a faint tingling in his brain, and some blurry pictures were vaguely visible.

Even if the memory is not restored.

But the closed door zombie is sure that the ancestral home in front of him is the ancestral home of his ancestors. Even if the place has been moved, the ancestral home has not changed.

“Grandpa, let’s not just stand here. I’ll take you in to take a look.”

Zhang Wei saw the changes in the zombies who sealed the door, opened the door of the ancestral home, and led the zombies to the hall of the ancestral home.

And as soon as you enter.

When you see the decoration of the house and the content of the stone mural on the wall.

“It’s a mural. It’s a mural that my father took me to see. Haha, it’s really still there. My memory is not an illusion. I’m really back in my ancestral home.” The

zombie who sealed the door was indescribably excited, like a wanderer who has been traveling abroad for many years. When he returned home, if he was not a zombie but a human being, he would have been so excited that he cried for joy.

He looked up and down at the mural.

As he read through the content of the mural, the memory of his parents taking him to see the mural became clearer and gradually improved, like a broken mirror, the fragments joining together piece by piece. When he saw another stone mural…

boom!

It was as if a bomb had been placed in his brain, exploding at this moment, and the door-locked zombie covered his brain and screamed in pain.

However.

Even though he was about to faint from the pain, he still stretched out his hand to signal Zhang Wei to leave him alone. He leaned against the wall and covered his head. If this wasn’t the ancestral home, and the zombie didn’t want to destroy every brick here, he would have wanted to hit it with his head. The ground is gone.

All because.

Lens-like memory images emerged like floodgates, and his memory was recovering.

It wasn’t until a while later that the headache of the door-locking zombie eased, and its whole body was slumped against the wall motionless. With the zombie’s skin color, those who didn’t know thought it was a murder scene with a corpse.

“Grandpa, are you remembering something?”

Through the phone conversation with the zombies yesterday, Zhang Wei knew that the headaches of the zombies were symptoms of memory recovery.

“I remembered something.”

The closed-door zombie was helped up by Zhang Wei, but his eyes were looking at the stone mural engraved with his paintings, scanning everyone on it. Those zombie eyes were full of nostalgia.

As his eyes swept over his carvings, he landed on each of the unfamiliar statue figures.

The closed-door zombie murmured:

“Are these the descendants of my family after my death, Zhuo Jun… Sure enough, you have become the glory of our family. I knew you could do it.” He said and looked

towards a statue , which is a figure painting next to his figure painting.

Then.

The closed-door zombie pointed at the figure named ‘Zhang Zhuojun’, and happily explained to Zhang Wei:

“Zhang Wei, I don’t know how much information the family has lost. Do you recognize this person? If not, I will tell you. He is Zhang Zhuojun, my little nephew, and he is also your direct ancestor, and you are his descendant.”

“Zhuo Jun, you have given birth to a good offspring, I am proud of you, and…I am sorry for you, I promised you that I would accompany you to grow up and watch you realize your dream of becoming the head of our family. I made a mistake and did not keep my promise and take the first step.” ”

But you did it, became the head of our family, and did everything for our family. He has made a lot of contributions.”

“Zhang Wei, the order of the characters on this stone mural is passed down from generation to generation. Only those who become the head of the family or make great contributions to the family will be depicted. And according to the size of the character painting, honor, excellence and excellence are distinguished. Jun’s whole figure is drawn in large proportions, and he has made a great contribution to the family.”

The closed-door zombie caressed the sculpture of Zhuo Jun’s figure, as if he wanted to go back in time and once again rub the little boy who followed him every day. Follower Zhuo Jun’s head.

Immediately afterwards.

The closed-door zombie told Zhang Wei a lot about his family, which was part of his recovered memory, including some anecdotes about the family, the rules within the clan, etc.

at the same time.

The Zombie who sealed the door also confirmed again and again, and affirmed:

“Zhang Wei, I can already confirm that our family is the one who created the Suolong Well. As for why the Suolongjing was created, it was to put something in the well so that the world would not discover it. ”

And our family is to protect Suolongjing and prevent the world from getting this thing.” ”

This is what my father told me when I became an adult. It is also our family’s mission. My death was also because of Suolongjing.”

Zhang Wei instantly He became energetic, his eyes flashed, and he said without saying a word:

“Grandpa, what are the things in the Longsuojing? Why do you let our family guard it and not let the world know? Senluosi did not hesitate to plan for hundreds of years to get it. , and even suspected of being peeped by others.”

Although he had long been certain that Suolongjing was related to his family, but now it was confirmed by the zombies who sealed the door, Zhang Wei was still shocked.

“Yes, the thing in Suolongjing is very powerful. Although my father didn’t tell me what it is, and maybe no one except the ancestors who built Suolongjing knows what it is, but…”

Suolongjing nodded noncommittally and paused. , said in a deep voice:

“But after the creation of Suolong Well, until my time, there were legends that the things in Suolongjing could realize all wishes, so many people peeked at the things in Suolongjing. There was no Senluo in my time. Secretary.”

“But there are also many forces who want to take it for themselves, and I have fought a lot with those forces.”

Zhang Wei nodded and responded:

“It seems that it was not only during the Tianqi period, but also during Grandpa Zu’s era. I discovered yesterday that in Tianqi During the year, there was a big explosion, which was caused by the Locked Dragon Well.”

Now that he was sure that the zombies who sealed the door were his ancestors, Zhang Wei did not hide it, knowing that the zombies that sealed the doors would not harm his descendants. He took out the ancient book and said:

“Ancestors Grandpa, this is the only ancient book left in the family. Take a look. I heard from my father that our ancestor Zhang Zhan was proficient in playing chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. Grandpa, please see if you can understand the ancient texts in it.”

“Ancient book? Let me take a look.”

The closed-door zombie’s eyes lit up when he heard it. The moment he took the book, there was another sense of familiarity in his mind, and the memory emerged:

“This book is the patriarch’s notes. I remember this note. My father I once wrote in the study, and I secretly saw that my father was writing in this note. It is a note that is passed down from generation to generation only by the family head. It records some important things about the family and Suolongjing written by each generation of family head.”

In the words.

The closed-door zombie quickly opened the book. When he turned to one of the pages, he looked at the ghost-drawn talisman and the ancient Chinese symbol on it. He laughed and said:

“Yes, yes, this is the one! Zhang Wei, look at this symbol , this is the symbol I drew on my father when I was naughty before making me tea in the study.”

It was like holding a treasure.

The closed-door zombie didn’t care whether the floor was dirty or not. He sat on the floor with a book in his hands and looked through his notes. He wanted to know what his family had gone through after his death. He wanted to see if he could find out the family’s secrets and see if he could. Restore memory.

period.

The closed-door zombie did not forget to translate the contents of the notes for Zhang Wei, patted his chest and said:

“I can understand ancient Chinese. I used to be a talented man of our time. I don’t say master level in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but I know a little bit about them, especially I love ancient calligraphy. Come, let me translate some for you.”

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