Haunting Spectre Road Chapter 217:

Huan turned his head to look at the young man in the robe and saw that he smiled even more. The three people in the distance began to shout again: "Hurry up, Zhang Di!" Zhang Huan suddenly burst into tears as if something suddenly exploded on his chest. He yelled loudly, "Zhang Di! Zhang Di! Zhang Di! !" He screamed desperately until tears rolled down. The young man turned his head and smiled so kindly. He nodded slightly at him and ran towards the three without hesitation. The smile on the face of the teenager who was running was like the flowers that finally bloomed, filled with the joy of reuniting after a long time, the enthusiasm for many years, and the urgency of a wanderer to return home. The four people hugged tightly and the image gradually disappeared. Zhang Huanfu put his arm on his head on the stone tablet and cried loudly. The problem that had troubled him for ten years was finally solved here. At that moment he remembered everything and remembered the war that exterminated human relations ten years ago. Lonely Xinghan sealed part of his memories here to prevent him from suffering a fatal psychological blow and let him live for another ten years. The reason why he always felt that there was something missing from his body in the past ten years was because his most shocking memory of soul insufficiency took away all his vitality and spirit. However, the sky is worthy of him. He finally recalled everything that could not be discarded.

One day later, the search and rescue personnel found Zhang Huan who was dying and sent him to West China Hospital. In the intensive care unit, Zhang Huan slowly opened his eyes and his parents cried out sadly: "Zhang Huan--" Zhang Huan calmly corrected: "Sorry my name is Zhang Di." After he finished speaking, he said. He smiled contentedly and closed his eyes for the last time. The only special spiritual medium in the human world finally left the place he had guarded for thirty years.

At the same time, bells wailed on Zhongnan Mountain. All the major schools of magic arts sent almost all their disciples to the mountain to participate in the grand Lone Star Hanyu Meeting to cherish the memory of this Taoist first disciple who made too many sacrifices for the magic world. After the conference is over, Lone Xinghan's coffin will be buried in the cemetery of the ancestors of Houshan. As a major disciple, Zhang Jianfeng is looking at the objects to be buried. One of them is the list of disciples collected by Lone Xinghan in the world. Zhang Jianfeng looked at the details again and asked the doorman who was kneeling on the ground: "Did you see clearly? Is there a master The disciples weren't included?" The chief executive who was talking about the graying of the temples suddenly ran out of the inner hall and staggered to grab the roster in Zhang Jianfeng's hands. Zhang Jianfeng was taken aback and said, "Uncle Shi, what are you doing?"

I want to go to heaven

God won't allow me to die.

Stand alone with back hands

See the mountains and snow leisurely.

The song's pen hurriedly waved on the list a few times and threw the list on the ground and cried loudly: "I've gone, everyone is gone!" Shaking his hands and crying into the inner hall. The underground disciples all looked at each other in amazement: "Uncle Shi is crying crazy?" Zhang Jianfeng hurriedly picked up the list and saw that there was an extra name-"Zhang Di" before his own name. Holding the list, Zhang Jianfeng muttered to himself: "Zhang Di...Zhang Di...Zhang..." The mourning bell rang again. The endless bells rang in every corner of Zhongnan Mountain. Zhang Jianfeng walked out of the mountain gate and stared at the rare mountain full of wind and snow and muttered in a low voice: "Stand alone with your back to see the mountains and snow." Snow flakes slowly fell and landed softly on his shoulder Zhang Jianfeng Feeling a chill is not only in the body but also in my heart.