Chapter 002 War Thrills (below)

　　"Yang Yang, what are you doing standing here alone?" 　　The wooden door of the side house opened wide, and a strong old man of about one meter nine or so walked out. 　　The old man's hair was thinning, but a handful of goatee was extremely well-maintained, and he was wearing wide clothes similar to Taoist robes, gray in color, with two black dragons embroidered on the forearms of his two sleeves. 　　This was his grandfather, Wang Xinlong. 　　Wang Xinlong was eighty-nine this year, with a standard inverted triangular body shape, muscular and powerful spirit. A pair of eyes gleaming, a long time to look at people, will give people a kind of aggressive sense of strength. 　　Because of his long time practicing boxing, his upper body muscles were extremely developed, and his figure was a bit out of shape. 　　Moreover, his left arm had been injured before, so he had been wearing a black metal arm guard. 　　When he was young, Wang Yiyang always thought that metal arm guard was cool, because there were a lot of beautiful patterns carved on it. 　　But then he realized that wearing that thing was actually very hard, especially when it was hot. 　　When he was young, Wang Xinlong was known in the neighborhood for his explosive temper, and he would hit people at the drop of a hat. 　　But when he got older, he was much more peaceful, and focused his attention on teaching his disciples and children and grandchildren. 　　Later, the son he could not help, gave up, then wanted to pull Wang Yiyang inherit the mantle, but unfortunately Wang Yiyang is also dead. 　　A twisted melon is not sweet, so Wang Xinlong had no choice but to pin his hopes on his disciple. 　　"The body is not bad? Sobered up so quickly." Wang Xinlong smiled broadly and patted Wang Yiyang's shoulder. 　　"Fortunately okay, there is also a gym in the company, and I often exercise with my coworkers." Wang Yiyang eased up and smiled back. 　　That feeling just now, he didn't know exactly what it was, but vaguely, he felt that it should be related to Eldest Senior Brother Zhong Silkworm. 　　Could it be that at this time, Zhong Silkworm already had bad thoughts? 　　Wang Yiyang's heart was slightly flabbergasted. 　　At this time, he suddenly had some regrets, regretting that he didn't study his grandfather's martial arts seriously from a young age, so that he was now helpless and helpless with no hands. 　　Not to mention martial arts combat, just purely comparing body sizes, if Eldest Senior Brother Zhong Silkworm really had bad intentions, killing him would be like pinching a chicken. 　　He had seen Zhong Silkworm carry strength. 　　The hundreds of pounds of stone mill in the corner of the courtyard, he lifted it like a block of dried tofu, with ease. 　　''But it's modern times now, martial arts and whatnot are long outdated. There is nothing wrong with my choice. It's just that my life plan hasn't really developed yet today.'' Wang Yiyang mentally retorted. 　　"How is it, haven't been back for so long, do you still feel used to it?" Wang Xinlong walked to the side with his hands behind his back, leaning against a tree trunk to look out at the night sky. 　　"It's okay, it's just that there are a bit too many bugs, smearing insect repellent water doesn't help." Wang Yiyang answered honestly. 　　"That's because your blood type is fresh." The old man laughed, "Those mosquitoes are used to eating our blood and want a change of taste. It's the same when your father comes, every time you guys come, the mosquitoes all bite you." 　　Wang Yiyang laughed along. "Has grandpa ever thought about moving to the city?" 　　"No. What's so great about the city? You have to compete with people for a place to exercise. The park is as big as the palm of your hand, and you'll have to pay for anything you break. It's a pain in the ass! 　　It's not like the countryside, not so fine, but not so delicate either." 　　"But you're alone in the countryside, in case you get sick or something ......" Wang Yiyang advised. 　　"Aren't all my so many disciples there? Your Zhong Silkworm brother is also there, so I'm still afraid that there's no one to take care of them?" Wang Xinlong laughed. "You'd better worry about yourself, find me a granddaughter-in-law early and have a great-grandson for me to play with." 　　Wang Yiyang casually chatted with his grandfather, he also hadn't had a good chat with his old man for many years like now. 　　Usually, he was either busy studying or working. 　　It was getting later and later, the muslin-like moonlight shone down, the old man stood for a while, hiccuped, seemed to be in the mood, frothing at the mouth and started to talk nonsense with his grandson. 　　In the small talk, Wang Yiyang wanted to hint several times, but did not know how to speak. 　　It was hard to say it, but the old man took his words as a joke or a dream, waved his hand and passed it by, not taking it seriously. 　　Wang Yiyang was also helpless. 　　"I'll tell you, that you learned that there is no future at all, what bullshit Internet work, it is still not a job for people, a few thousand dollars a month tops the shit, not enough to pay for the old man's wine." 　　The old man burped and continued. 　　"If you want me to say, you give me back to the martial arts museum, learn martial arts well, even if you can't learn well, in the future, I also have some industry can give you to take, it's always better than you work for people outside and be exploited." 　　Wang Yiyang was upset by what he said, but after all, he is his grandfather, how also have to endure. 　　But his young man's temper came up, being lectured for half a day that his studies and efforts were useless, his heart was speechless, and he couldn't help but reply back at once. 　　"Actually, I'm not as bad as you think I am when I'm out there." 　　He was born in a family with average conditions, his parents are travel reporters, which is an emerging profession in recent years, specializing in going around to tourist attractions to test and check, and then write op-ed articles. 　　His parents didn't earn much, and they also didn't see anyone all the time. 　　So he was raised by his grandparents. 　　Later on, when he got older, the rebellious period came, every day and grandpa on top of it, and then every day was beaten. 　　Wang Yiyang's hard temper is also powerful, no matter how badly he was beaten, he would not give in to weakness. 　　Later on, Wang Xinlong was drunk and beat his grandson to the point that Wang Yiyang suffered a hemorrhage of the spleen and almost hiccuped, and was beaten by his grandmother on the spot. 　　After that, he never beat Wang Yiyang again. After that, he never beat Wang Yiyang again, and no longer forced his grandson to learn martial arts. 　　Later, Wang Yiyang got a little older, understand a little more, also consciously began to study hard. He went to a better school in the city. 　　So the grandparents and grandson also gradually estranged down. 　　Until later, Wang Yiyang went to college, more free time, only slowly contact more. 　　In fact, Wang Yiyang from high school, has always been their own management of all the life, parents in addition to a fixed monthly money to him, but also rarely ask him about things. 　　He was also very well-behaved and understanding, and never got extra invitations to his parents. 　　Later on, he went to a university farther away, the contact is even less. It was not uncommon for him to call once a month. 　　Later graduated, Wang Yiyang did not continue to graduate school, but directly found a job in the opposite specialty - Internet product appraiser. 　　"Not that bad? You are not that what product appraiser? Oh, I asked about a month tops five thousand." The old man stretched out five fingers at this time, with a mocking face. 　　"......" Wang Yiyang was speechless. 　　Coming back to his senses, he hurriedly described that strange feeling he just had to his grandfather in detail again. 　　"That was being scared by something, and the god tugged at the qi." Wang Xinlong frowned, "It's nothing major, it's just that you usually watch less ghost horror movies to fix your mind." 　　"What do you mean by fixing your spirit?" 　　"When one's spirit is strong, watching ghosts and horror movies, that's called using stimulation to exercise the spirit. 　　But when one's spirit is weak, watching these again will shake the spirit to its roots. 　　If the spirit is not solid, the qi will not be smooth, and the body will naturally be affected. Moving the slightest bit of wind will make you timid and afraid." 　　"Understood ......," Wang Yiyang nodded in understanding. 　　"Alright, alright, hurry back to sleep. It's getting late." The old man chatted for half a day and finally got a little tired, turning around with his hands behind his back and staggering back to his room. 　　Wang Yiyang watched the other party leave, his heart filled with mixed feelings. 　　...... 　　...... 　　The house. 　　Zhong Silkworm stood by the window with a calm and indifferent expression. 　　His strong body was like a human sculpture in the darkness, hard with some kind of inexplicable terror. 　　''Does Wang Yiyang seem to have realized something.'' --Black Silkworm. 　　He lowered his head and looked at the fluorescent light that lit up on his cell phone, his fingers flew and pressed the buttons to send the encrypted message. 　　Beep, the cell phone came back. 　　'Should we kill him in advance? Just in case there's a slip-up.' --Dada. 　　'He's leaving the day after tomorrow, so when it's on the way back, do it.' --Black Silkworm. 　　'Will you come or will I?' --Dada. 　　'You. I'll do it Wang Xinlong will notice.' --Black Silkworm. 　　'Fine, just let him have a car accident once.' --Dada. 　　''It's fine, but if he does notice something, I'll make a direct move, and you guys are always ready to cooperate.'' --Black Silkworm. 　　'Of course.' --Dada. 　　Snap. 　　The cell phone screen instantly cleared of all messages, and then the screen automatically closed, as if there was an invisible hand cleaning up all traces of chat. 　　Bell Silkworm raised his head and looked at the horizontal wood on the beams of the room in the darkness for a long time without moving. 　　...... 　　...... 　　The night gradually deepened. 　　Wang Yiyang changed into pajamas and lay on his back on the house bed. 　　Outside the yard vaguely came the sound of the nanny pumping water to water the flowers. 　　The well water hit the metal bucket, constantly making a clattering and crunching sound. Blending with the surrounding silence of the late night, it was rather more quiet. 　　Wang Yiyang lay on the somewhat hard wooden plank bed, breathing in the cold air through his nostrils, and could smell a little of the faint moldy smell of the house. 　　The bed quilt and mattress seems to be a long time no one used, there is a subtle sense of dampness, touch moist, there is a coolness straight through the bones. 　　Wang Yiyang tugged at the quilt, how can not cover warm. 　　He was a little dry mouth, tongue licked his lips, but accidentally licked his lips stained a piece of unknown soft things. 　　It seemed to be fruit skin, but also like bean skin. 　　Salty, somewhat disgusting, he hurriedly reached out and pinched the soft thing down, flexing his fingers and flicked. 　　Snap. 　　The object seemed to hit the wooden table in the room, making a very tiny little sound. 　　''What in the world should be resolved for good ......'' 　　Wang Yiyang sighed in his heart as he looked at the somewhat blackened wooden beams. 　　He felt that these few days had already sighed out all of his year's worth of anger. 　　''Judging from Zhong Silkworm's behavior today, he has barely concealed his malice. In front of Grandpa, maybe he's still restrained, but in front of me ......'' 　　He recalled that confrontation from earlier. 　　He didn't think it was his hallucination. 　　Zhong Silkworm's room was right next door. 　　Maybe the two of them were no more than three meters apart at this point, just a wall away. 　　The moment he thought of this, Wang Yiyang's heart fluttered and he couldn't sleep. 　　Tossing and turning in bed, for more than half an hour before he entered a half-asleep state. 　　Unconsciously, confused for about an hour, he vaguely heard something outside the window, but tried to open his eyes to see, and found nothing. 　　After several consecutive times, Wang Yiyang how could not sleep, so he woke up, got up and sat on the bed, so he sat until dawn.