Heinous

"What's the matter?" Hearing the weird voices of the two, Xue Qirong cast his eyes on the picture scroll on the wall, and was immediately taken aback.

He looked at the scroll carefully, and couldn't help muttering: "It really looks like..."

"Do you think it looks like that too?" Xue Zhe now only feels hairy all over his body - seeing a portrait that looks exactly like himself in an ancient tomb, few people are lucky enough to encounter such a thing.Even if there are reasons to comfort himself such as "the ancestors and descendants may look alike", Xue Zhe can't help but not think in the direction of those strange forces...

"It does look like you." Xue Qirong glanced at his pale son, hesitated, and said, "But it doesn't look like you now."

"Ah?" What he said made Xue Zhe puzzled.

"Before the car accident five years ago..." Xue Qirong pointed to the painting on the wall, "You seem to have such a virtue."

No way, was there a time when I was so annoying... Before he could say anything, Xue Zhe suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a severe dizziness hit him, making him feel untenable for a moment .

Fortunately, Bushe noticed his abnormal state in time and stretched out his hand to support him, so he didn't let him fall down.

It feels like being thrown into a washing machine and turned on the maximum power for an entire hour, the whole world is transformed in front of my eyes, as if the ground is no longer under my feet, but soft cotton, even a little elastic...

"Evil..." Xue Zhe retched while supporting Bushe. He was glad that he didn't eat anything in the morning, otherwise he would have to vomit all over.

"A Zhe?" Seeing his violent reaction, he didn't dare to be careless, and carefully helped him to the side to sit down.He also deliberately chose a position as far away from the portrait as possible—maybe it was his intuition that made him feel that Xue Zhe's performance at the moment was inseparable from that portrait.

"...I'm fine." After sitting on the ground for a while, the feeling of dizziness gradually receded, and Xue Zhe finally regained some energy.

"Are you all right, son?" Xue Qirong leaned over and patted Xue Zhe's head, his eyebrows frowned, "It seems to be a little hot... Did you not sleep well last night?"

"I slept pretty well..." Xue Zhe didn't forget to refute his father in a dizzy state, "I was fine just now."

"Otherwise, you should go out first," Xue Qirong said, "This place might not be the same as yours."

"I don't believe in such unscientific things..." For some reason, Xue Zhe became uncharacteristically stubborn. He stood up unsteadily, leaned on the wall, and tried his best to show that he was fine, "Since you can stay , then I will definitely be able to stay."

"What are you doing so stubborn at this time?" Xue Qirong frowned, he hesitated, looked at the painting again, and said, "I really don't want to go out, you just stay here for now, I'll go up and call the An family boy over." show you."

After Xue Qirong left, Xue Zhe rested for a while, and walked back to the portrait without giving up.

Xue Qirong's words just now reminded him of that damn five years ago, since Juan'er casually mentioned this matter, it has troubled him for several months, and now it is brought up here again, it is really beyond his control don't care.

From Xue Zhe's point of view, the man in the portrait is undoubtedly handsome, but unfortunately his eyes are too hollow, which makes him less energetic.And that indifferent and even mocking expression is really not very amiable - at least Xue Zhe thinks that he is much more pleasing to the eye than the other party.

This...is his ancestor?

The flashlight moved down, revealing the following line of small characters: Yongnian's humble work, as a gift to my friend Changle Yongnian... Could it be the artist's name?

"The painting is so good but it doesn't have a name. It shouldn't be..." Xue Zhe shook his head. With his little historical knowledge, he really couldn't dig out the name of such a painter from his memory.

But this Yongnian may not be the artist's name, maybe it's a character or a name, if that's the case, it's normal that he doesn't know much about it.Compared with the first half sentence, the second half sentence made Xue Zhe scratch his head a little more.

Gifting friends for everlasting happiness... Did his wicked second ancestor ever have "friends"?

This painting can be hung here, obviously Xue Changle also recognized the other party, I don't know who is the god who made him recognize this friend...

"A Zhe," Xue Zhe was still looking at the painting, Bushe suddenly pulled his clothes, "There are words beside it."

"Ok?"

Bushe grabbed his hand and lowered the flashlight, allowing the light to shine on the stone wall next to the portrait—as expected, some handwriting was faintly engraved on it, but the portrait hanging on the side was so eye-catching that people didn't notice it for a while.

"Where is Changle and Changle? There is no Changle and Changle! The heavens may ask, why did I give my life a rough life?"

There are a total of three lines of characters, which were crookedly carved on the stone wall with a sharp weapon. The characters are messy and almost illegible.

"If this body is damaged, how many years can you live even with the protection of a divine doctor? Only by chaotic reincarnation and against yin and yang, can we have a chance of survival!"

When the last word was written, the last stroke of "machine" was engraved heavily, showing the agitated mood of the person who carved it.But the third line of writing suddenly became stable as if he had changed into a different person, with every stroke and stroke straight.

"The blood of the Xue family lasts for twenty generations."

After reading the three lines one by one, the expression on Xue Zhe's face was first emotional, then surprised, and finally, his brows were furrowed, and the word "Twenty" was lightly drawn with his fingertips.

If he remembers correctly, the word means "twenty", right?

—— "I set up this one." Xue Qirong stroked a stone tablet inscribed with "Eighteen" in front of him, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

If his grandfather is "eighteen", then Xue Qirong is naturally "nineteen", and he is... twenty?

The blood of the Xue family lasted for twenty generations...

"...Damn, how can there be an ancestor who cursed his descendants so much?" Xue Zhe took a few steps back, with an unnatural smile on his face, "Why are you writing so nonsense, is it scary..."

He said it hard, but Xue Zhe's heart was beating all the time. He pressed Bu She on the shoulder and said with a wry smile, "First... let's get out."

This environment is definitely not conducive to people's physical and mental health. If he stays longer, Xue Zhe suspects that something strange will happen to him...

Unforgiveness naturally would not refuse his request, and Xue Zhe breathed a sigh of relief when the two of them left the particularly large tomb and returned to the relatively narrow tomb passage.

Now, he suddenly felt that this tomb passage was really simple and cute...

Seeing Xue Zhe's expression was really bad, Bushe dragged him to a nearby raised stone pile to rest.Xue Zhe didn't care how many years old this cultural relic might be, and sat on it. Seeing that he was leaning directly against the wall, Bushe simply stretched out his hand to block his waist, and used it as a human cushion behind Xue Zhe.

Xue Zhe tried the mat and felt that the touch was good, and he said in satisfaction: "In the past few months, I have finally raised some meat for you..."

"I know, you said it."

"Huh? When?"

"..." It seemed that he was really sleepy at that time.

"What kind of ancestors are you saying that I am..." Xue Zhe sighed and complained, "Either it is specially designed to give the heinous people a second chance to do evil, or they are stealing chickens and dogs and cheating people at the end of their lives Yes—although I haven’t opened the coffin, I absolutely believe that there are a bunch of good things that were used to ‘entertain’ people—or they directly cursed their descendants...”

Unforgiveness listened to Xue Zhe's complaints in silence. After a while, when Xue Zhe's first wave of complaints came to an end, he opened his mouth and said, "There is nothing to take to heart about ghosts and gods."

"That's what you said, but that face..." Xue Zhe felt extremely awkward imagining that painting.

It's not normal for my face to grow on my ancestor's face, or to have my ancestor's face... no matter which one is.

Xue Zhe sighed again, and simply stopped thinking about these messy things, closed his eyes, and concentrated on resting.

Bushe stretched out his hand and pressed Xue Zhe's forehead to calm down a person whose body temperature was really high.

He looked seriously at Xue Zhe's profile, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth and said, "Azhe..."

"Ok?"

"sorry."

"Which one is this?" Xue Zhe could imagine the expression on Bu's face without opening his eyes, and couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"Before, when we first met..." Bushe didn't continue, but fell silent.

It seems that he still remembers that incident in the morning... so he knows that this kid will not let go so easily.

Xue Zhe sighed, changed his movements, and put more weight in his hands.

"I almost forgot about that time, okay..."

"..."

"Well, I don't know what to say to you...it's just Xiaoshe," Xue Zhe opened his eyes, turned his head slightly, and looked at Bushe's face close at hand, "what do you think is the relationship between you and me?" ?”

"what relationship?"

"Look, we live together, eat and sleep together...Although we are not considered together, we are still under the same roof, right?" Xue Zhe smiled, "How should we describe this relationship, you don't know about it, do you?"

"..." He really didn't know.

Unable to forgive the blank face, Xue Zhe stopped being vague, and simply said: "Generally speaking, we call this kind of relationship 'family'."

"family?"

"Yes, you are my family," Xue Zhe repeated, staring at Unforgive eyes earnestly, "Since I am willing and happy to live with you, then such a little thing before is still worth my time." Do you care?"

... Although being almost killed by someone seems to be considered a "small matter", but now the right to speak is in his hands, of course he can say whatever he wants.

"If you still care about this holiday, how are you going to live..." He sighed abnormally, and took advantage of the situation to pull the little kid who was a bit stupefied into his arms and hugged him, threateningly whispering in his ear Whispered: "Don't be polite to me again, unless you want to break up - are you sure you don't want to break up? Huh?"

"No." The answer was quick and crisp.

"That's about the same." Xue Zhe let go of his hand, and pressed on the kid again.

He didn't really expect to let the little devil let go all at once—if that was the case, it wouldn't be the unforgiveness he wrote—but since he decided to give him a normal life, a normal family, then slowly Take it easy, one day, he can get used to it, right?

Now that Xue Zhe has admitted it, anyway, he can no longer treat impunity as a threat like before, let alone face him with that kind of calculating mentality, so he might as well accept his current feelings and take it seriously. , treat him well.

Just think of it as God giving him an obedient, capable, eye-catching and decathlon younger brother... Such a generous gift, most people can't get it even if they want it!

family……

Arms tightened slightly, Bushe chewed these two words repeatedly until they were deeply engraved in his heart.

Suddenly I wanted to...do something.

He thought for a while, and said, "Azhe...are you thirsty?"

"Huh? A little bit." Xue Zhe pursed his lips. He has been down for such a long time, exercising and talking all the way consumed a lot of water, but he forgot to bring a bottle of water when he came down, so his mouth is a little dry now.

"I'll go get it."

"...Okay." At first, I wanted to say "no need", but after thinking about it, Xue Zhe changed his words again, and he added, "This tomb passage is too long, I really don't have the strength to walk... It's hard work is you."

"It's okay." The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and Bushe slowly pulled out, helping Xue Zhe to lean against the wall.

"Go early and come back early~" Xue Zhe shoved one of the two flashlights to Bu's forgiveness, "Take this, so as not to get lost."

Although there seems to be only one path in this tomb...

When he came out of the tomb passage and saw the sun again, Unforgiveness felt a bit like a world away.

Regardless of sighing, he searched around the camp, and finally found an archaeological team member in charge of logistics, and expressed his meaning.

"Want water?" The man also had a little impression of Bu Amnesty, knowing that he was from the side of the supporters of this excavation, and found out what he wanted very happily.

"Thank you." Put away the bottles of water, Bushe nodded to him to express his thanks, and was about to go back to the tomb.

"Don't be in such a hurry, why don't you bring water to your brother?" Seeing that he wouldn't even stay for a second, the man joked.

"Not brother."

"It's not brother...is that?"

"He is my family." Bushe replied seriously.

He found that he really liked these two words...

He was carrying several bottles of water—because he didn’t know what someone liked, so he took a bottle of drinks that he could find in the camp—but it didn’t hurt his speed in the slightest, and the dark tomb passage couldn’t let him He hesitated for a moment.Bushe hurried all the way until the figure of that person appeared in front of his eyes again.