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"This is — —" Seeing Uncle Chen like this, Tian Tian's face revealed joy, he quickly ran over, extended his hand to touch the flowers on Uncle Chen's body, and turned to me and said: "Big sister, look, this is also a Gu technique."

By the side, Old Master Zeng's face changed, the other workers' faces immediately darkened, I immediately pulled at Tian Tian.

He looked at Old Master Zeng and said, "How about we send him to the hospital?"

The girl had clearly said that Uncle Chen had to die, but seeing how calm the Old Master Zeng and the workers were, it was obvious that they were not too shocked.

Old Master Zeng looked at Ceng Xiaoqiang who was behind me and sighed: "So be it, there's no use in sending him to the hospital."

"How about Tian Tian give it a try?" I looked at Tian Tian in the blink of an eye. Since she could use those grain like insects to prevent the thorns on our bodies from erupting, then we can also try to save Uncle Chen.

"There's nothing we can do once it sprouts." Tian Tian looked at the flowers on Uncle Chen's body in surprise and joy. He shook his head at me: "Roses can be planted, or they can be planted with branches, but I have never seen a rose with thorns. When he's dead, can you give me the flowers and the corpse? "

Her tone was light, as if she was looking for someone to play with.

The workers present all looked at him with anger, a few of them even took a step towards Tian Tian.

I pulled Tian Tian behind me, and in the blink of an eye, I looked at the dormitory that was filled with people. Staring at Old Master Zeng, I said, "We are only here to help.

"Her name is Tian, right?" Old Master Zeng suddenly looked at Tian Tian and whispered to me, "Miao Clan Tian Clan, the Gu has begun!"

I nodded my head. I didn't know why Old Master Zeng would know about Tian Village, but seeing the workers' faces which suddenly turned to one of fear, I didn't say anything.

"Give it to her, lest there is no end to it." Old Master Zeng sighed, then waved his hand at the workers: "Let's stop this here, everyone can go now, Old Chen has no family, he doesn't even have an account, he has been peacefully taking care of the roses, turning into a rose can be considered his home."

After saying that, he took the towel from Uncle Chen's mouth and calmly looked at him. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Help me — —" Uncle Chen's eyes twitched from the pain. At this time, four leaves had already sprouted from the flower shoots on his body, and even the tender thorns could be seen on his stems.

Just when I thought that he meant for us to save him, he suddenly grabbed onto Old Master Zeng's hand: "Take care of Hua —, I'm sorry to her."

"Mm, don't worry." Old Master Zeng nodded at him, a smile flashing across his eyes when he looked at Uncle Chen. Then, he waved the flower bud in his hand, and another leaf grew out.

"Do what you want." Old Master Zeng looked at Tian Tian, and spoke while looking at the workers with a heavy expression: "This big guy has at least worked for five or six years, and more than twenty years. Everyone knows a little about Old Chen. If you want to leave, then leave. I have never forced everyone to stay. "

The workers were silent. After the Old Master Zeng opened the door, they all silently left … …

Tian Tian no longer has the mind to care about us. In her eyes, the parasite is more important than anything.

Perhaps this was something within her bloodline. In her eyes, there was no life or death, only a Gu.

It wasn't that she didn't want to save those who were injured, she would save those who were injured if she could. However, for those who were already dead, she wouldn't feel sad, but she was more interested in its effects.

"This is for Little White to eat." Tian Tian took out a small knife from nowhere, the knife was dark yellow, and the abrasion was not very smooth, but the knife was emitting a gloomy and cold light, at this time, she was using the knife to dig out a piece of meat with flower buds on Uncle Chen's corpse.

Little White, who was drowsy and still wrapped around my wrist, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this. He didn't even have a drop of saliva on his body before he started to drool. He stretched his body and prepared to swim over, but this time, he looked at me first.

"It's very dark. It's good for you to eat it." Tian Tian then handed the meat on the blade over to Little White.

I nodded at Little White's horn.

"Hiss!" It immediately swam towards Tian Tian and swallowed the piece of meat.

"Follow me." Old Master Zeng looked at Tian Tian and Little White, then waved his hand at Ceng Xiaoqiang and me. "Whatever you guys want to know about, I'll tell you."

Ceng Xiaoqiang had not spoken a word since entering the dorm, especially when the workers were there. He had been trying his hardest not to speak, leaving the Old Master Zeng some face.

Old Master Zeng brought us to his study and personally brewed tea for us. "It's the tea that's grown on the mountain."

I was already afraid of the things planted on the mountain. I reached out to take the teacup, but I didn't drink it.

Old Master Zeng looked at me, but did not say anything. His face had a look of exhaustion, "I have stayed in this mountain for more than twenty years, from the first quarry and mining, to the later wooden factories, to growing trees and flowers, I have seen many things. This mountain is not as peaceful as you see it."

As soon as I heard about quarrying, I thought of the mountain god.

Ever since he kidnapped me at the mad sorceress's place, he never revealed himself again. But since he could get the help of the mad sorceress and also had the threat of the Black Cat from the Grey Immortal, he probably isn't that useless.

But what I didn't expect was, Ceng Xiaoqiang's father was actually the first group of people to gather the stones.

But this time, his expression was heavy, as if he had been brought back to a deep memory due to the death of Uncle Chen.

According to the Old Master Zeng, Uncle Chen was a black sheep, had no family, and no friends. One day, he suddenly came to the Old Master Zeng with a pot of roses, saying that he could raise flowers, and he could even raise them well.

At that time, Old Master Zeng had just started moving to this business and was lacking people. Seeing that he was honest and didn't have any other requests, he agreed.

It was just as he had said. The flowers were well-kept, and even the hardest flowers would bloom well in his hands.

The rose flowers he had brought with him had bloomed year after year, and the fragrance was rich. However, Uncle Chen had never sold them, and the branches he had fixed from year to year had all been cut and planted again.

But after a long time, Old Master Zeng discovered that every year when Uncle Chen cut the branches, the rose would produce a gush of blood and it was very fishy looking, making people feel extremely terrified. He asked Uncle Chen, but he did not explain.

What was even weirder was that Uncle Chen would often sit in the rose bush all night long and talk to himself. From time to time, he would cut his wrist and drip some blood into the rose-root soil.

Old Master Zeng and the others had advised him many times, but Uncle Chen had only laughed it off.

Mosquitoes were never seen in the roses, and other workers could not enter. Usually, when someone picked a flower, Uncle Chen would turn hostile.

He had also vaguely mentioned to the Old Master Zeng that if he one day died, he would bury his body under the rose.

Old Master Zeng had advised him to get married, or perhaps, to save all the wages for all these years. Uncle Chen merely smiled and did not take it seriously.

This matter was not a secret among the workers. Almost everyone knew, but they were not sure of Uncle Chen's background.

I was also a little surprised to hear it, but Old Master Zeng had already explained it to us, so I didn't ask any further, since I didn't have a position to it.

After exiting his study, Ceng Xiaoqiang looked at the rose bush and asked me: "Do you want to hear what she has to say?"

Knowing that he was talking about that girl, I nodded. Looking at Ceng Xiaoqiang, I opened my mouth a few times to ask him what he saw in the flowers, but his eyes seemed to be filled with pain, unable to voice out.

Five times a day I came to this rosebush. I looked at the rosebush that was growing well again, and my heart tightened.

"He must have become fat." The girl stood up from the roses again and looked at Ceng Xiaoqiang and I and chuckled.

This is the first time I've seen her smile. She always has that faint expression on her face, even when she's angry.

At this moment, she actually smiled like a blossoming rose. It was a very happy smile, as if the entire cluster of rose flowers was about to bloom.

"He's raising you. Even if you die, he'll send someone to take good care of you. Why did you —" I suddenly couldn't finish my sentence.

Just like what I have told the Director Ding before, a lot of my perspective and consciousness were generated because of my identity. I am not her, so I do not know about the relationship between her and Uncle Chen, nor do I have the right to ask her why she is doing this.

"Do you know how the race of watermelon used to grow?" The girl suddenly looked at me. She was walking among the roses, but the smile on her face couldn't hide it as she said, "In order to make the watermelon seeds grow well, the melon seeds will be kept on them and they will be nurtured with their body temperature. When the watermelon seeds fall to the ground, they will immediately sprout."

When I heard this, I turned a little faster. Just as I wanted to ask, the girl lowered her head and sniffed a rose: "My seed was not nourished by body temperature, but human blood. The blood of a living person warmed me, it was my own blood that warmed my seed."