"Han Qing, what did Montezuma say to you?" George saw Han Qing walk out of the wooden house and ran over and asked.

Han Qing turned around and looked at the wooden house without answering George's question. After a while, he walked towards Su Meiqing. The others couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? The old man inside will not change his mind, right?"

Han Qing smiled bitterly and said, "No, send Su Meiqing in!"

"Now?"

They were all too excited and thought they had heard it wrong. After seeing Han Qing nodding, several people carried Su Meiqing out of the car and then carried it into the wooden house.[

"Slow down!" Han Qing suddenly shouted.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and Zhu Xiaotian's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Why did I forget this? Brother Qing, is it the thousand-year-old blood jade?"

"Well, it's that thousand-year-old blood jade!" Han Qing looked up at the sky, "and then put Su Meiqing in the door and don't disturb him."

Zhu Xiaotian put the thousand-year-old blood jade on Su Meiqing, then put Su Meiqing inside the door. After closing the door, everyone retreated.

Several people were paced back and forth outside, more anxious than the hours I had been waiting before. Han Qing carried the sleeping little girl into the car, and Han Qing also sat in the car, closed the car door, window, closed his eyes, and quietly thinking about something.

Han Qing had only been in the wooden house for only a quarter of an hour, but she felt like she had lived her whole life. It was not that she was unbearable, but that after being enlightened by the old man Montezuma, Han Qing benefited a lot, although she only had a few short words.

Just now, Han Qing walked up the second floor along the stairs and saw a pot of glowing flowers on the second floor. The leaves were like lotus leaves, the petals were like chrysanthemums, and the flowers were crystal clear, like white jade, emitting a slight light. It turned out that the light that flickered in the wooden house was not the candlelight, but the light emitted by the pot of flowers.

The light and slight fragrance emitted by this strange pot of flowers made Han Qing feel like he was reborn, which was very uncomfortable, although the smell in the fragrance of flowers was mixed with a faint smell of blood.

Later, Montezuma told Han Qing that this was called the corpse fairy flower, which was the divine flower they believed in. Han Qing did not ask much about why these many flowers shone. After all, this was a holy object of the religion that Montezuma believed in. Old Man Montezuma said that he didn't know how long this corpse fairy flower had lived. He didn't know that he had to water it with animal blood every day so that it could be so beautiful and prosperous, otherwise it would wither and die soon.

Han Qing suddenly realized that the blood in the wine bottle that day was not human, but livestock, and not humans came to drink, but used to water the corpse fairy flower. Montezuma asked Han Qing to come up, and the most important thing was not to introduce Han Qing to this corpse fairy flower, but to have another purpose.

Han Qing opened his eyes, looked at the black box in his hand, carefully put it in his shirt pocket, opened the car window, looked at the wooden house, and murmured: "Senior Montezuma, don't worry, I will definitely help you fulfill your wish!"

Just as Han Qing finished speaking, the bright moon in the sky suddenly became very big, very round and bright, as low as if within reach. Han Qing's eyes were a little hazy, and he drove forward. "Hey! Han Qing, wait for me!"

George kept calling Han Qing from behind, but Ling Tian had no intention of stopping. George was so angry that he complained: "This kid is too indifferent, hey? No, Senior Montezuma's granddaughter is still in the car...

George thought Han Qing had forgotten and was about to take out his cell phone to call, but there was a noise behind him, and the fire broke out? George turned around in disbelief and looked: "Wow~ my god!"

The wooden house was in a raging gas fire, and the fire illuminated half of the night sky. George thought that the old man Montezuma was still inside and wanted to rush in, but the fire was too big to get close.

"It's a fire, put out the fire quickly, rush in and carry Su Meiqing out!" Yang Zhao was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He wanted to rush in several times, but he was forced back by the raging fire. At this time, he found that Han Qing was missing, and several people were very confused.

At this time, a figure slowly walked out of the fire.

"Su Meiqing? It's Su Meiqing's sister!" Everyone was excited when he heard Zhu Xiaotian shouting.

"Where am I?" Su Meiqing was very weak, with no blood on her face. She was about to take a few more steps forward, but she fell to the ground after taking a few steps.[

"My sister!" Yang Zhao rushed over and hugged Su Meiqing. Although Su Meiqing was weak, she had already woken up with her eyes open.

Leng Yue in the sky changed back to her original appearance, and the fire gradually faded away. George looked at the wooden house that was about to be burned and shouted at Old Montezuma with all his might. But except for the crackling sound, it was the whistling wind. George knew that Old Montezuma had been buried in the sea of ​​fire, and suddenly felt a little guilty, and also a little blamed Han Qing. George thought Han Qing had known that if he wanted to wake Su Meiqing, Old Montezuma would die!

But, now that things have come to this point, is there any use? George smiled bitterly and laughed loudly, saying that others were the murderer, so what is he? If he had not promised others and did not bring others to see Old Montezuma, how could Montezuma use his life to save someone who had nothing to do with him? So George thought he was the murderer and the murderer who killed Old Montezuma.

George was so sad because Montezuma had kindness to him. If it weren't for the unique skill of hypnosis taught George to the old man, George was still an unemployed vagrant and lived a life of having a meal without a meal. Moreover, George was ashamed of Montezuma. George had never come back to repay his kindness for so many years. But it was too late now. George suddenly heard a voice, very vicissitudes and hoarse, as if it was coming from thousands of miles away, unrest, George, stupid child, I just went to another world. When my life was dying, I could accumulate more good things for me and others...

It was the old man Montezuma! It was his soul! George went around to search, and all he saw was endless darkness. George's hatred just now was resolved by these brief consolation from Montezuma. George bowed deeply to the wooden house, but he had not yet stood up for a long time.

Han Qing drove the car and rode on the avenue. He didn't see the wooden house turning into a sea of ​​fire with his own eyes, but he already knew what would happen, so he couldn't bear to see it, so he left early.

Han Qing looked at the little girl who was still asleep. Old Montezuma was already in danger and had been dependent on the corpse fairy flower until now. Montezuma knew that she would not live long, so she entrusted the little girl to Han Qing. The little girl Maya and Han Qing had a similar life experience. She was also an orphan. When she was still in her infancy, she was adopted by Old Montezuma. Han Qing had done her best to complete what she promised to do, and would definitely let the little girl grow up happily.

Han Qing drove around Los Angeles aimlessly for most of the time, Maya woke up. The little girl seemed to know what had happened. She looked at the stranger in front of her and the scenery outside the window: "Grandpa, has he gone to the sky, right?"

"That's right!" Han Qing nodded heavily.

"Then I think of my grandfather in the future, just look up at the sky, and my grandfather can see me, right?" Maya said, laughing naively, no longer as restrained as before.

Han Qing suddenly felt a little relieved. He didn't know how to explain what happened to Maya. Now it seems that the old man Montezuma should have told Maya all the things that were about to happen.

He took Maya to eat some food and bought some toys and snacks. A five or six-year-old child may only eat or play to temporarily wash away the sadness in her heart. When Han Qing brought Maya back to Martin's house, everyone else had already returned, including George. As for Montezuma's funeral, if Montezuma had not been repeatedly explained before Montezuma's death, Martin would not have made Montezuma's funeral the most luxurious and grand in the world.

Han Qing stood on the windowsill, holding the wooden box given to him by Montezuma in his hand. Han Qing was going to open the wooden box, but just opened a gap, and then it was closed again.

In the night sky, a meteor slid down, and Han Qing's room door was knocked. Who would come at this time? Jessica? Or those evil brothers? Han Qing just handed Maya over to Jessica to take care of him. Could it be Maya's unbearable?

"Come in!" Han Qing's voice fell, and the door was pushed open. It was not Jessica who came in, but Su Meiqing who had just woken up.

When Han Qing saw Su Meiqing standing in front of him, his nose felt sour, and a tough guy shed tears. Han Qing was crying, and Su Meiqing was crying too. The two looked at each other, and there was joy, sadness, and longing in the tears.

Although Su Meiqing is not Han Qing's woman yet, Han Qing has long regarded her as her woman. Even if she is not, she is still her best friend. So, when Su Meiqing wakes up, Han Qing is the person who is happiest for her in the world.

Su Meiqing's face turned a little rosy, but she seemed to be very weak. She walked to the balcony and leaned against the white fence with Han Qing, looking at the night sky.

"Brother Qing, thank you!"

"Thank me for what?"

"Of course I have to thank you. It was you who made me understand the meaning of life!" Su Meiqing suddenly laughed playfully, "I have many places to thank you. Although I have been asleep during this period, I know what happened outside. You helped my father revenge. Also, you talked about so many little secrets in my ear every day. Don't make me unhappy, otherwise I will tell others!"

Han Qing was ashamed. Unexpectedly, what he said in front of Su Meiqing became his little braid and said, "Okay, I will be good."[

"Let's have a drink with you."

"Can you?" Han Qing asked worriedly. After all, Su Meiqing had just recovered from a serious illness and was not careless about her health.

Su Meiqing patted her chest and said, "Don't treat me as a patient. I'm in good health. Come on, have a drink!"

Su Meiqing insisted repeatedly, and Han Qing couldn't do more dissuasion, so she wouldn't let Su Meiqing drink more later.

Han Qing asked Su Meiqing, do you know what Montezuma used to wake her up at that time?

Su Meiqing said she didn't know. When he opened his eyes, there was a sea of ​​fire beside him. He saw a blood-red flower, extremely bright. Su Meiqing originally wanted to reach out to touch it, but the strange flower instantly turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

Su Meiqing said that she also saw an old man's face and was smiling kindly at him. Su Meiqing knew that it was his savior. What made Su Meiqing unbelievable until now was that the raging fire not only did not burn her, but she did not feel the heat of the fire because she was in the sea of ​​fire. It was so magical!
Chapter completed!