"Hey, I know, this one is called Pigeon King, I've seen it before."
Little Sheep happily pressed the power on button and taught Old Lamp how to power on the phone. The three of them received signals from each other.
"In this case, let's enter the plot world first, the time is almost up."
Old Lamp, Little Sheep also nodded after hearing this.
The three of them disappeared into the space cover together, and the space cover was shattered.
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Didi--! Didi--!
A chaotic beeping sound came from his ears, Wu Heng's vision slowly recovered, and he could clearly see the picture in front of him.
A yellow-faced middle-aged man wearing an oxygen tube and wearing a hospital gown was lying on the hospital bed.
The head of his bed was against the wall, and an electrocardiograph was placed on a shelf two meters high.
The heart waves above are constantly changing, and every time the heart rate changes, there will be a sound, and the sound is coming from this machine.
A middle-aged woman with wavy perm is sitting on the edge of the bed with a sleepy and sad face.
Her delicately styled curly and permed hair had become very greasy, turning into clumps.
The foundation on my face also had several pieces missing, and it looked like I had stayed up for several nights without washing.
"Aaron, if you leave, what will we two do?"
The middle-aged woman burst into tears.
"Ahem. Shut up. Ahem, don't interrupt. I have something to tell my brother."
"He Ku, come here!"
Zhang Long, who was lying on the hospital bed, waved to the end of the bed.
Hearing this, a handsome young man of about twenty years old wearing hip-hop clothes walked up to Zhang Long.
Zhang Long was lying on the bed, stretching out his right hand to hold his son's hand, and his left hand to hold Wu Heng's hand.
"This is my biological brother Zhang Fudao, and also my biological uncle. Please call me uncle."
"Uncle!"
Zhang Heku shouted very obediently at this time.
"Oh, this is my nephew. He has grown so old in a blink of an eye. It has been 21 years. How fast!"
Wu Heng sighed based on some of the memories in his mind.
His identity this time is Zhang Fudao, he is 37 years old. He has been doing business overseas for 21 years and has earned about 30 million yuan. He just returned to his hometown a few days ago.
"Ahem. Kowtow to your uncle!" Zhang Long gasped again.
Zhang Heku Hearing this, he glanced at his parents awkwardly.
"I said, kowtow to your uncle!"
Zhang Long widened his eyes, panted heavily, coughed violently and said loudly and seriously, with an expression that made him hate the iron.
"Okay, okay, why are you doing these ceremonial etiquettes? My family doesn't need it."
Wu Heng was about to stand up to stop him, but Zhang Long grabbed his right hand firmly. He didn't know where this seriously ill man could find such strength.
Although he could easily throw it away, it is estimated that Zhang Long's last breath would have to be thrown away by him.
When Zhang Heku saw his father angry, he no longer hesitated, knelt down and kowtowed to Wu Heng.
Bang!
"Okay, okay, get up quickly!"
Wu Heng couldn't help but let go of Zhang Long's hand and said politely while sitting there.
Since this place is a multiplayer dungeon, it is better to temporarily pretend to be an aborigine and not be exposed casually.
"Three!"
Zhang Long continued before his son got up.
Bang bang!
"Fudao, I know, I, as your brother, am sorry for you. I have been having trouble sleeping and eating for so many years, but brother, you are the only relative I have."
"I don't want this face now. When I go underground, I can beat my mother to death to apologize."
"I want to entrust this baby and your sister-in-law to you. As my brother, I beg you!"
Zhang Long said that he was about to turn over and sit up from the hospital bed, kneeling down to Wu Heng.
"Hey, lie down quickly. I don't think it's a big deal. That's all. If I leak a little bit between my fingers, it's enough for both of them."
Wu Heng reached out and held down Zhang Long's body, asking him to lie on the hospital bed and stop moving.
He said this, and after checking some memories in his mind, he smiled inwardly.
In order to get married, this Zhang Long coaxed his parents into borrowing 30,000 yuan in foreign debt.
He also deceived two old people into adopting the house into his name, saying that he would temporarily show it to his in-laws, and when they got married, the house would be returned to the old people and distributed by the old people. The results can be imagined.
Not only that, he also stole 10,000 yuan that his parents had saved for 15-year-old Zhang Fudao to go to school, and then spent several hundred yuan to buy two model robots for Zhang Fudao, falsely accusing him of spending the tuition fees himself.
The two confused old men were also obsessed with it. They really believed it and beat Zhang Fudao angrily, telling him to go out to work and not allow him to study anymore.
Zhang Fudao was wronged and decided to go overseas for 21 years at the age of 16.
This Zhang Long failed in business last year and owed a huge debt. This year he was diagnosed with cancer. He wanted to use his last time to take shortcuts to get some savings for his family.
As a result, he was seriously injured by a vicious soldier on the road, and it cost him a lot of money to treat his injuries.
His wife saw that all the places where she could borrow money had been exhausted. Zhang Long himself did not want to continue treatment, but he could not let go of his wife and son.
I don't know where I found out that my brother Zhang Fudao had made a lot of money overseas, so he sent 21 letters home, saying that my parents regretted not being able to see Zhang Fudao in their later years, and they died in depression.
He also confessed many times in letters at home that he had been obsessed with evil thoughts and believed in his friends' instigation. Later, he prayed to Buddha to bless his younger brother all the time.
The parents' regrets and tears finally awakened Zhang Fudao's homesickness, and after returning, such a drama happened.
Unfortunately, what Zhang Fudao's predecessor didn't know was that his parents found the toy store a day after he ran away from home and found out that Zhang Long asked a friend to buy the toy.
It's just that the real estate is in the hands of Zhang Long, but the foreign debt of 100,000 yuan is in the hands of the old couple. Even the more arrogant Zhang Long behaves, the more they are afraid that Zhang Long will kick them out, so they can only wrong their second son.
The old couple really wanted to see Zhang Fudao when they were about to die, but Zhang Long was afraid of causing complications if they met, so they simply said that their brother was dead and even forged a newspaper about the accident.
"Brother, I want to hear your promise to me personally before I dare to swallow this breath."
Zhang Long refused to give up and continued to struggle to get up and kowtow.
"Okay, I promise you, just lie down and recuperate. You're not dead yet. It's like giving your last words!"
After checking the memory, Wu Heng wanted to slap Zhang Long to death, but in order to maintain his character, he continued to maintain a peaceful attitude.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Long's arms instantly collapsed, and his whole body lay quietly, without any movement.
The electrocardiograph emits a series of steady and long beeps.
"Husband--! Nurse. Doctor!"
"Dad.!"
Zhang Long's wife and Zhang Heku rushed to Zhang Long's side, shouting in pain.
Wu Heng secretly said something bad, why did he seem to have been cursed to death? Why is Zhang Long so cooperative with what he said?
After Zhang Long's body was pushed to the morgue, the three returned to Zhang Long's home.
Zhang Long's wife was crying while holding Zhang Long's photo. Zhang Heku quietly took a glass of water and walked to Wu Heng's side and put the water on the table.
Wu Heng When I was in the hospital, I looked at the calendar and it was October 10th.
And the clear memory in his mind allowed him to remember that when the meat dumplings were delivered in the plot, the yellow paper "Sacrifice Delivery" posted on the wall said October 24th, which meant that there were still 14 days before the plot started.
Wu Heng picked up the water on the table, took a sip, and carefully recalled the plot:
It is roughly about a 17-year-old girl Jiamin who has had supernatural vision since she was a child.
One day, Jiamin's junior high school classmate Qianqian and her internet celebrity boyfriend Gray Bear wanted to film the famous folk legend 'Chair Aunt', hoping that Jiamin would summon the spirit of Summoning God to attract live broadcast traffic.