He saw it was his father calling.
Zhang Wei couldn't help but let out a soft "yi." Why would his father call at this hour? He remembered informing his parents in advance about his trip to the Yunnan Worm Valley, telling them he would be traveling in a group for the next six days and his phone might have no signal, so they shouldn't call.
It had only been three days, yet his father was calling.
Immediately after.
Zhang Wei answered the phone, and before he could ask, his father Zhang Ping's voice came through first:
"Yo, my son, you're picking up so quickly? I thought I'd have to call a few times. Didn't you say you were in the mountains and might have no signal?"
"I happen to have signal here. Dad, what are you looking for me for? Judging by your tone, you don't seem to be calling just to chat."
"As expected of my son, whom I've poured my essence into nurturing. My son, you understand me. I wanted to find you..."
Before he could finish.
Zhang Wei interrupted him:
"Need to borrow money? I have no money, but I have a life, haha."
"Damn it, I'm not looking for money. I don't do gambling, drugs, or prostitution. You just gave me 200,000 yuan a few days ago, how could I possibly need to ask you? No, almost got sidetracked by you. I'm not calling about that. Your mother asked me to ask you routinely, our ancestral worship day is approaching, do you want to come this time?"
Zhang Ping spoke.
Zhang Wei suddenly remembered and instinctively glanced at the calendar on his phone, saying:
"Huh, is it almost time for ancestral worship again? Dad, if you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed."
"Haha, I didn't notice either, I was too busy spending the money you gave me. Your mother reminded me, so I'm asking you. Do you want to go this time? Never mind, asking is pointless. You definitely won't go. You don't want to go every year. I'm just calling to ask routinely. I'm hanging up now, my son."
Although Zhang Wei's family lived in Xiamen City, their ancestral home was not in Xiamen City. Their ancestral roots were in a small village, and because of this, some old habits were preserved, with the tradition of ancestral worship. They would worship their ancestors every few years.
However.
Zhang Wei had never participated in ancestral worship since he was young. When he was little, his parents thought Zhang Wei was too young to go there, as it was a graveyard, and they were afraid of him being tainted by anything unclean. The place was also remote.
As for when he grew up, Zhang Wei simply didn't want to go. In his opinion, ancestral worship was just about paying respects, which was troublesome and tedious. He didn't want to go through such trouble. This was a common sentiment among many young people today.
At the same time.
Zhang Ping finished speaking and was about to hang up the phone.
But at this moment.
Zhang Wei's voice suddenly came:
"Wait, Dad, when exactly is the ancestral worship? I'll go this time too."
In the past, Zhang Wei might have chosen not to attend ancestral worship. But after going to the Huang family, and then to the Yunnan Worm Valley, seeing how people like Huang Xiaodan and other members of the Huang family were willing to sacrifice themselves for the elder master of the Huang family, and spend any price to save their ancestor, Zhang Wei was somewhat moved.
Although the traditions of the older generation were sometimes stubborn, and most young people couldn't understand them, there was a reason why they had persisted for so many years. Moreover, as a descendant, it was indeed his responsibility to pay respects to his ancestors. They were his own ancestors.
Thinking of this.
Zhang Wei decided to go for ancestral worship.
"Ah? My son, what did you say? You want to go for ancestral worship too?"
Zhang Ping's surprised expression made him almost think he had misheard.
But soon.
Zhang Wei's words continued, confirming he wasn't hallucinating:
"Yes, I'm almost graduating from university, and I've never participated in ancestral worship. I should go and pay respects to the ancestors. They are our ancestors, after all. If I pay respects, they'll bless me with good health and prosperity, haha."
Zhang Wei didn't intend to reveal the real reason, fearing his parents would worry about him going to such a dangerous place as the Yunnan Worm Valley. He casually made up an excuse.
Zhang Ping nodded:
"My son, you've grown up. Alright, then I'll have your mother prepare your portion of food for ancestral worship. Let me tell you first, ancestral worship is on the mountain. Don't complain about climbing being tiring when the time comes, or I'll spank your butt."
"Don't worry, Dad. If you say you're tired, I won't even take a breath."
"Yes, you won't even breathe. If you've already passed out, how can you breathe? I'll be performing ancestral worship and mourning a child before their parent, haha hahahaha."
Immediately after.
Zhang Ping made a teasing remark and, without further ado, hung up the phone. However, before hanging up, he suddenly asked:
"My son, if I had asked for money just now, would you really not have lent it to me?"
As soon as he spoke.
Zhang Wei did not respond to his father Zhang Ping. Instead, Zhang Ping's phone rang with a notification:
[100,000 yuan deposited]
Hearing this, Zhang Ping hung up the phone with a smile:
"My son, love you!"
...
On the other side.
Airport waiting hall.
"Amitabha, Zhang Wei, what are you talking about?"
Wu Nian, who was chatting with Xia Mei on his phone, looked up and saw the smile on Zhang Wei's face, and asked curiously with his hands clasped in prayer.
"Nothing, my dad called me to ask if I wanted to participate in ancestral worship. My family is having ancestral worship in a few days."
As he spoke.
Zhang Wei mentioned ancestral worship, and as if remembering something, he instinctively looked around and added:
"Hmm? Where's the Fengmen Zombie? Why isn't he here? Didn't we enter the airport together just now?"
"Amitabha, the Fengmen Zombie has left. After arriving at the airport, he decided not to go to the Huang family together. Perhaps he was afraid that the Wei Dao Division would not keep their word and set up an ambush to capture him there, so he chose to leave. He asked Captain Huang Qingshan to help him cancel the notification and deliver the reward to the designated place."
Wu Nian said with his hands clasped in prayer.
Zhang Wei nodded. He was not surprised by the Fengmen Zombie's actions, as he was a high-ranking official of the Sen Luo Division.
Subsequently.
Zhang Wei chatted with Wu Nian for a few sentences, and after the boarding announcement sounded, they boarded the plane to the Northeast.
...
Time flew by.
It was night.
In a certain place in Great Xia, at the headquarters of the Sen Luo Division.
Around a rectangular high-level conference table, all members of the Sen Luo Division were present, except for the Fengmen Zombie who had not yet arrived.
And unlike usual, the atmosphere was somber. Even the usually jovial Fatty had a rare frown on his face, not cracking jokes. It wasn't just him; even Sen Luo was silent. Although he wore a mask, one could tell from his cold eyes beneath the bronze mask that his expression was not good.
After a long while.
Glasses pushed his reading glasses up his nose. The lenses reflected light, making it impossible to see his gaze. He broke the沉闷 atmosphere:
"Sen Luo, what should we do next? If the elder master of the Huang family has the Wan Taisui, he probably won't die."
As soon as he spoke.
All the high-ranking officials looked towards Sen Luo, and they could all see a hint of a headache in Sen Luo's eyes, some helplessness and frustration that the elder master of the Huang family had been saved by Zhang Wei.
Not long ago, the Fengmen Zombie had brought news to Sen Luo and the others. He had lied to the high-ranking officials of the Sen Luo Division... He had failed to stop Zhang Wei from obtaining the Wan Taisui. Things had gone unexpectedly. Although he had lured the corpse tide fog and set many traps...
But Zhang Wei had always resolved them perfectly. He hadn't even died when the legendary Han Ba appeared. Not only that, but he had also found the Wan Taisui, established a good relationship with it, and even the Han Ba hadn't killed Zhang Wei, allowing Zhang Wei to return with the blood of the Wan Taisui.
...