My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

Chapter 126 Make a Small Wish First

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I was imprisoned by my father for two months, and the days were neither too long nor too short.

It's just reached the point where my father's new recruits of ten soldiers are led by a shaved green-skinned squad leader. There are eleven of them in total, and none of them recognize me.

Although I don’t know me, I have read the magazines, and the stories I read may be different, but I must remember the main point. Everyone knows that I am not good at anything, and I only love Chuturen.Therefore, when they saw me, each of them had a slight look of fear on their faces, and their attitudes were very respectful.

My dad may not have thought about it so carefully, but seeing them like this, he was quite satisfied, and told me: recruits are as good as recruits, and they are full of enthusiasm.

I gave him a blank look, and said to myself: You are just afraid that the soldiers trained by Zhang Wensheng will protect me and escape, so you specially find a group of people who have no friendship with him, Lao Zhang, or myself.The real thing is to strictly guard against death, and to be scheming.

My dad also told me: I will give you soldiers, and every soldier has a gun in his hand. After all, I have given you eleven guns, which is enough to occupy a mountain, so you don’t need to carry a gun yourself.You are not good at carrying a gun.

The guttural voice of this sentence was so high that all eleven recruits heard it. They looked at their commander with gratitude, obviously interpreting these words as, in order to prevent this cub like me from committing a chaotic murder, the commander paid With my weapon, it will be much easier for them to do this errand.

But I knew in my heart that it was he who dared not shoot me anymore.After all, they are not the close father and son anymore. I woke up in my own bed and saw that I had changed all my clothes. Even the locator that Chen Yuyuan left me was confiscated by this old man.

All magic weapons are lost, and all supernatural powers are gone.I, Cao Shiyue, wandered in my own time, not only reduced to a complete mortal, but also considered a terrible lunatic by everyone.

I don't argue with him, I just want to achieve my wish quickly, and I will say yes to whatever he says.I finally got permission to let these soldiers hug each other, bring incense, candles, paper money and pastry, and accompany me to the mass grave at the root of the city wall to find a grave.

The mass graves are really full of graves, and the white flags are broken.

It has been a long time since the winter solstice, and occasionally someone burned paper on a few grave mounds and offered a few plain cakes.The leftover paper ash and confetti had been frozen under the hoarfrost, and the cake had been gnawed to pieces by wild dogs, and the rest was also frozen hard and black.That's pretty good.

There are also some barren tombs that only have a slightly raised lump of hard soil, and there are later domineering neighbors on both sides, each occupying some open space for them, making it almost impossible for passers-by to get in.Eleven soldiers and I, one man and one horse, always passed over other people's graves.

Maybe I didn't feel anything before, but when I thought that my brother Sheng was sleeping here, and sooner or later he would be like them, I felt very sad. I couldn't let it go, so I got down from the early morning, and every time I stepped on someone, I put my hands together and apologized to them.

Zhang Wensheng's grave is very new, and my father had someone quarry stones for a monument. He has a monument anyway, so it is easy to recognize.It can be seen that there are quite a few people who have worshiped him. In front of his tombstone, there are fresh pastries that have not been eaten by wild dogs, and there is an old iron bucket buried, which is full of burnt scriptures.

Of course there were unfinished ones, so I bent down to take a closer look, and I recognized the words on them, which were all written by myself.

My father brought people to burn at Zhang Wensheng's grave, all of which were the Sutras of Infinite Life and Dharani Sutras that I had copied by myself.

Over the past few years, I have been locked up at home by him, and I don’t know how many times he copied it. It was copied to my mother.For the past two months, my father locked me up and told me that everything would remain the same, and he would teach me to copy scriptures at home, and he would burn it to my mother.But when I was copying, my heart was not calm, I always thought about Zhang Wensheng's various things, and felt in my heart that I also had his share in copying the scriptures.Unexpectedly, my dad really burned a lot for him... This old man always does some sneaky things, which really leaves me speechless.

I squatted down in front of Zhang Wensheng's grave. I originally wanted to kneel down, but I felt that I had nothing to do with him kneeling back and forth.In front of him, the most straightforward time I knelt was to kowtow to the sun of the traversers and make a wish.If I knew at the time that things would turn out like this, I wouldn't even kowtow on this head, anyway, it's useless to kowtow.

I knelt down and planned to burn paper money for him.Thinking about it was hard, I turned my head and stared at the eleven soldiers guarding me behind me, and shouted: Kneel!Come and kowtow to my Brother Sheng!

The recruits looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they knew that I did not have a gun, they also knew that I did have a father. If you don’t listen to me today, you can still go crazy if you get a gun tomorrow.Each of them hesitated for a few minutes, but they still obeyed the order to kneel, but they didn't kneel well.

I lit the paper money, put in the joss sticks, and squatted in front of Zhang Wensheng's tombstone. I was not very sad, but anxious.It's been two months, and I can't help but wonder, what went wrong?What was it that he didn't do well that made him unable to escape and died in this life?

If I can travel through time again, when should I go and what should I do to change my life against the sky and save him back?

Now I understand that people who travel alone are all lucky and want to change a certain outcome through time travel... If I don't know that I can travel to the past and future, then that's fine.Now that I have touched this magical machine, I can't help but want to commit another crime.

The ability and opportunity to time travel still exist, and the large pile of space-time locators are still installed in my father's secret cabinet, which makes me unwilling to bow my head and accept the fact that Zhang Wensheng is dead.

I squatted in front of the tombstone, my face was covered with dust and green smoke, I clasped my hands together, and made a wish to the tombstone.

Let's make a small wish first, Brother Sheng, I want to see you alive again.I said.

I swear, the voice of my wish is not loud.But the sky responded, and suddenly a gust of evil wind blew up.

Everyone can feel the wind!The wind moved the white flag on the grave, and the tail of the flag brushed my face directly.

This is the white flag on Zhang Wensheng's grave, I don't think there is any offense.I stretched out my hand to gently hold the tail of the streamer, and at this moment, I suddenly saw a dark figure flashing across the towering new tomb.

The man hid quickly, and I realized that the strange wind must be because he flew over the grave, and his figure moved him.

At this time, I raised my guttural voice and called out loudly: Brother Sheng!is it you?I'm Cao Shiyue!

Hey... Actually, I didn't see him clearly.I just think, I just hope.

If I hadn't recognized that I was crazy, if I didn't want to be crazy, I wouldn't be crazy, maybe I wouldn't recognize, shout, and talk like this.

Anyway, everyone knows that I am a lunatic who is crazy about yearning, so I called him to try, so what?

The man was running fast, his body was short, and I couldn't see him from my position.

I yelled again: Brother Sheng!don't go!I still have your pocket watch!

As soon as he finished shouting, the man really burst out laughing across a grave.He laughed like a fox, with a sharp and thin sound.

After he finished laughing, as if pinching his nose, he answered me: "Pocket watch, I have one too."

He smiled and said: Cao Shiyue, Cao Shiyue, you want to see if your pocket watch is better or mine, why don't you climb over and compare?