Zhang?

His expression froze in an instant, then quickly cracked in the next second.

He clutched his chest and gasped for breath with his mouth wide open. He looked like an asthmatic.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on him and Jia Hu. Zhang?

This series of strange actions were all seen by their eyes.

Zhang Mu thought Zhang was Zhang?

She was so sad that she couldn't breathe. She ran over with a worried face and cried, "Son!

Your father is gone, and your brother and children are still young. You are the only man left in the family.

If something were to happen to you, what would happen to us orphans and widows? "

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have seen something unimaginable. Her expression suddenly became very twisted, and at the same time, her crying stopped abruptly.

Jia Hu looked at them and asked in a concerned and strange tone, "Uncle, Grandmother, what happened to your faces?"

So a person's face could be twisted so horribly?

"Mother?

Eldest Brother? "The Chang Clan behind them called out to them uneasily.

It must be because they were too sad that something happened to Eldest Brother and Mother one after another.

With this thought in mind, the Chang Clan kept telling themselves that they had to hold on. They couldn't fall!

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face. She struggled to support her stomach and was about to walk over. Just as she lifted her foot, Zhang Mu and Zhang?

Suddenly, they screamed in unison.

Zhang?

"Ah!!

Ghost!

There's a ghost! "

Zhang Mu: "Ahhhh!

My corpse has come back to life! "

Father Zhang covered his painful eardrums with both hands and sat up with a dark face.

This time, everyone in the room saw his "corpse come back to life".

First, there was the sound of jaws hitting the ground, followed by the sound of eyeballs falling out of their frames. The next moment, the screams in the room became louder.

Zhang Mu rushed to the Chang Clan's side in the blink of an eye. He grabbed their hands and ran out of the door, shouting as he ran.

"Someone come!

Master's corpse has come back to life!

Quickly ask the Taoist priest to come! "

Fei Xin, Nanny Liu, and the other servants of the Zhang family were not slow either.

The group of people ran at the fastest speed they had ever run in their lives, creating a burst of artificial wind in the room.

In the blink of an eye, apart from Jia Hu and Father Zhang, no one else could be seen.

Jia Hu: 0.0

Mr. Zhang: "…"

When she came outside, she looked around but didn't see Jia Hu's figure. Madam Zhang was extremely anxious and shouted, "Hu 'er, Hu' er hasn't come out yet!"

As soon as he said that, Zhang, who just happened to run out of the door, ran out.

She also remembered that Jia Hu was still on the bed. She suddenly turned around and rushed to the bedside like a gust of wind.

With lightning speed, he grabbed the bedding and threw it at Father Zhang's face. Then, under Jia Hu's bewildered gaze, he picked him up and ran away.

"That was close. Fortunately, I reacted quickly." After bringing Jia Hu to the Chang Clan safely, Zhang Zhenghong thought to himself.

He wiped off his cold sweat.

"I'll go and close the door. Otherwise, Father's corpse will come out."

Zhang Mu beat his chest and sobbed.

"So many people were imprisoned. Why was our Master the only one who was seriously ill and came out lying down?

Not only did he die as soon as he got home, but now he can't even die in peace. "

The Chang Clan members covered their faces and wept. They speculated, "He must have been plotted against by a black-hearted villain in prison."

"My Master, why is your life so bitter?" Zhang Mu was heartbroken.

Zhang?

He locked the door and came back, his heart filled with endless worry.

"I'm most afraid that someone in the imperial court will make an issue out of this and slander His Majesty, causing our Zhang family to fall to pieces."

Hearing this, everyone's hearts were covered with a layer of shadow, and they appeared to be deeply worried.

What was he talking about?

Jia Hu was at a loss. The more he listened, the more confused he became.

"What's a corpse coming back to life?" Jia Hu looked at the Chang Clan and asked.

He looked at Zhang Mu and asked again.

"Why did everyone run?

Also, why did Uncle lock Grandfather in the house? "

Everyone sighed with a heavy expression. They didn't know how to explain to Jia Hu.

Inside, Father Zhang's body was as stiff as a rock. His face was pale. He mechanically pulled off the quilt covering his face and stared at the door that was locked from the outside.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and shouted outside the house, "Unfilial son, get back here!"

The sudden male voice interrupted the crying and talking around Jia Hu. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

After a while, Zhang?

He coughed and asked, "Can corpses … talk?"

No one answered his question. Jia Hu saw that he was waiting for an answer. He thought seriously and shook his head. "I don't think so."

Fish corpses couldn't talk, and human corpses probably couldn't either.

"Then, then why can the corpses inside do that?"

Zhang didn't dare to think too deeply.

Zhang? Jia Hu acted like a little adult and corrected him seriously. "That's Grandfather. You can't call it a corpse.

Uncle, if Grandfather hears you say that, he will be angry. "

He hammered his head and said frantically, "But I checked clearly. His breathing and heartbeat stopped.

Could it be that he's not dead yet? "

"Hu 'er doesn't know about others."

Jia Hu shook his head at first, then nodded and said affirmatively, "But Grandfather really didn't die just now."

Zhang?

He scratched his head and shouted in disbelief, "Impossible. How is this possible?"

At this time, Father Zhang gathered all his strength and shouted for the second time.

"Why are you shouting outside? It doesn't matter if you come back or not. The important thing is that you return my obedient grandson!"

Zhang?

He shrank his neck in fear and planned to open the door to find out what was going on.

Unexpectedly, when Jia Hu heard the old man's last sentence, his eyes shone brightly and he rushed to the door in a flash.

He was so short that he couldn't touch the lock on the door even if he stood on his tiptoes. He could only lie on the door and scratch it with his little paws like a cat.

"Grandfather, Hu 'er can't open the door. I can't get in." Jia Hu pouted and looked very wronged.

Father Zhang shouted in reflex, "Brat, why don't you open the door? Can't you hear that my obedient grandson is about to cry?"

"He's not crying." Jia Hu heard him and corrected him with his little childish voice.

Things shouldn't happen more than three times. Father Zhang shouted at Zhang?

Three times. Even though he still felt that it was impossible for a dead person to come back from the dead, he still swallowed his saliva and went to the door. He pulled Jia Hu behind him to protect him and then took off the lock with trembling hands.

The door opened with a squeak. He carefully stuck half of his head in and was immediately slapped by Father Zhang.

Zhang Zhang trembled.

Father Zhang grabbed Zhang Zhang's ear.

He panted and scolded, "Bastard, who did you call a ghost just now?

You need to be taught a lesson! "

Although he was alive, his body was still weak. It took him a lot of effort to get up and walk to the door. He was exhausted.

He opened his mouth and stared at Father Zhang. Why did he suddenly open his mouth?

Tears fell like rain. He cried until he was out of breath.

It wasn't that Father Zhang hurt him, but that he felt the warmth of a living person from Father Zhang's hand.

Looking at Father Zhang's panting appearance, even if it was hard to imagine that he could come back from the dead, Zhang?

He had to admit that his father was indeed alive!

This cry was a cry of joy!

"Father, father … I'm so happy … so happy … It's so good that you're still alive …"

Zhang?

He smiled like a fool with tears in his eyes. He reached out to support Father Zhang's arm and was slapped again.

"What are you shouting for? Are you calling for a ghost?"

Father Zhang snorted with a dark face. "You actually grabbed Hu 'er's collar and dragged him all the way out of the door. How are you going to compensate me if he gets hurt?"

Why did this sentence sound so strange?

Zhang?

He ignored the strange feeling in his heart and admitted his mistake. "I know I was wrong. I misunderstood that you came back from the dead and I was anxious."

He smiled awkwardly and wiped the tears off his face with his sleeve.

"I'll help you back to bed."

Hearing this, Jia Hu jumped out from behind him and held Father Zhang's other hand. He smiled and said, "Hu 'er will help Grandfather too!"

The child's red lips were like a crescent moon. He was like a cotton candy, soft and sweet. He was very cute.

Mr. Zhang glared at Mr. Zhang.

He turned to look at Jia Hu and smiled until his face was full of wrinkles.

He gently rubbed Jia Hu's little head and praised him. "Hu 'er is such a good boy. Let's go inside."

When Jia Hu and the other two figures disappeared in front of the door, the stunned members of the Chang Clan outside came back to their senses.

They looked at each other in a daze. They felt like they were dreaming.

After a short while, a group of dizzy people moved their legs and floated into the house like ghosts.

Around the bed, more than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at Father Zhang in unison. Their eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

This scene was very interesting. Jia Hu hid behind Father Zhang and covered his mouth to laugh.

Father Zhang touched his arm uncomfortably. "Have you seen enough?"

Zhang Mu shook his head and stammered, "Old … Old Master, are you really alive?"

The shocked members of the Chang Clan took a deep breath to calm themselves down and asked, "Father, what's going on?

My brain is a mess. I still don't know what's going on. "

"It's not just you. I don't know what's going on either."

Zhang Mu covered his thumping heart and said, "He came back from the dead. If this gets out, the capital will be in an uproar!"

Father Zhang pulled Jia Hu out from behind and looked at him as if he was looking at a treasure.

"Speaking of this, it's all thanks to Hu'er."

Jia Hu grabbed Father Zhang's long beard and braided it. He didn't even raise his head. "Yes, Hu'er woke me up.

I wanted to tell Mother that Grandfather didn't die, but you were all crying and ignored me. "

Fei Xin often tied knots in front of him. Jia Hu learned the skill of braiding by himself based on observation.

Father Zhang let him play with his precious beard and asked in a soft voice, "Hu'er, can you tell Grandfather how you knew that Grandfather didn't die?"

Jia Hu blurted out the answer without hesitation. "I just knew!

I don't know why. "

Looking at his innocent face, Father Zhang understood that Jia Hu didn't know the reason himself. There was no answer to this question for the time being.

"It's okay if you don't know. What's important is that you saved Grandfather." He smiled kindly and warmly. He hugged Jia Hu and said sincerely, "Thank you, Hu'er."

This child must be very lucky. He must have an extraordinary background!

Jia Hu took the opportunity to rub against the old man and replied, "You're welcome."

The grandfather and grandson interacted warmly on the bed, but everyone in front of the bed was confused.