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Chapter 42: The Mission of the Zhang Family
Uncle promised to help gather information about Liu Journalist, which eased Zhang Qiu's mind. He only hoped that Liu Fangfei would be safe. After putting down his phone, Zhang Qiu left the room. During dinner, his father had mentioned giving him a gift, and he was eager to find out what this mysterious present was.
Zhang Qiu went downstairs to the living room on the first floor, where Zhang Zhi Hua had finished eating and was sitting on the sofa. Seeing Zhang Qiu come down, he waved and said, "Zhang Qiu, come here."
Zhang Qiu walked over, and like a magician, Zhang Zhi Hua pulled out an antique wooden box from beneath a cushion and handed it to Zhang Qiu with both hands.
Seeing the reverence in his father's gestures, Zhang Qiu couldn't help but feel respectful as well. He took the box with both hands and gently stroked its surface, feeling that it was made of wood. The box was adorned with intricate carvings resembling some kind of totem. As he got closer, he could smell a faint fragrance emanating from it. No wonder his father valued it so much; it turned out to be an antique and seemed quite valuable.
"Open it and take a look," Zhang Zhi Hua said.
"Open it?" Zhang Qiu examined the box from side to side, puzzled. There were no visible seams on this box, and it felt solid in his hands. How could he open it?
"That's right, open it. This box has two layers; it's just that the seams are not apparent. Be careful not to drop what's inside," Zhang Zhi Hua advised.
Zhang Qiu supported the bottom of the box with one hand while gripping the top with the other, gently pulling upward. Sure enough, a small gap appeared in the middle of the box. When opened, a flawless piece of jade lay quietly inside, accompanied by a bright red Jade Thread.
It felt as if it had a life of its own, like a fairy peacefully sleeping there. Zhang Qiu gently picked up the jade; it was cool—extremely cool—and this sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Holding it made him feel refreshed.
As he carefully stroked the jade stone, he realized he loved it immensely but slowly noticed that it wasn't as smooth as it appeared. Although it looked flawless, he could feel grooves on its surface. It was simply amazing; this treasure was definitely something special.
Zhang Qiu was stunned by the jade his father had given him, staring at it in silence.
Zhang Zhi Hua watched Zhang Qiu's reaction with satisfaction and nodded approvingly. He recalled how shocked he must have been when he received this jade from his father many years ago.
"This is our family heirloom from the Zhang Family, known as the White Tiger. There’s a legend about this jade pendant that every generation of elders tells to their descendants," Zhang Zhi Hua said seriously as he observed Zhang Qiu's reaction.
Suddenly, Zhang Zhi Hua sighed and said, "I hope you can have a son to continue our Zhang Family's mission."
"Mission?" Zhang Qiu raised his head abruptly.
"Yes, the mission of the Zhang Family." Zhang Zhi Hua nodded, pointing to the sofa. "Sit down, and I'll tell you a story..."
After putting away the jade pendant, Zhang Qiu sat beside Zhang Zhi Hua. Zhang Zhi Hua's gaze was deep, as if he were not looking at the present but at a distant era in the river of history.
Zhang Qiu listened as his father slowly began, "This story was told to me by your grandfather when I was fifteen. According to your grandfather, it was also told to him by his father. So, you must remember this story and pass it on to your descendants in the future."
"Okay." Seeing his father's serious expression, Zhang Qiu also became solemn.
"Once upon a time, long ago, humanity on Earth was created rather than evolving from ancient forest apes as it is now."
Zhang Qiu nodded; he had always enjoyed reading such mysterious texts, and what his father said aligned with certain mythological narratives.
"After humanity was created, they went to war with the gods who made them..."
"Gods?" Zhang Qiu instinctively interrupted Zhang Zhi Hua.
"Yes, gods. The so-called gods are those who created humanity." Zhang Zhi Hua slightly nodded; he didn't mind being interrupted. This showed that Zhang Qiu was listening attentively and thinking about the story.
"Are they aliens then?" Zhang Qiu asked.
Zhang Zhi Hua smiled with delight and praised, "Just like my son, you think alike. When your grandfather told me this story, I pondered for a long time about what these gods were. Later, as information developed, I increasingly felt they resembled aliens."
"So in the end, did humanity win?" Zhang Qiu asked.
"Of course it was a victory; otherwise, how could we be here today?" Zhang Zhi Hua continued to gaze ahead, his expression shifting between excitement and dejection.
"Although humanity won, it came at an extremely heavy cost. At that time, humans were very weak, yet these weak beings managed to drive away powerful gods. You can imagine what must have happened."
Suddenly, a scene appeared in Zhang Qiu's mind. The ruthless Japanese Invaders wielded machine guns, shooting down unarmed civilians. Like harvesting wheat, innocent people fell in droves into pools of blood. But Zhang Qiu knew that since this was a battle against gods, the reality must have been a thousand times more brutal than this.
"Our ancestors seemed to have been leaders among humans back then. The specific stories have been lost over time. By the time of your grandfather, all that was passed down was the existence of this jade pendant, meant to be handed down through generations. When the time comes, and when gods threaten human safety again, our Zhang Family will bear the mission of leading humanity in resistance."
Zhang Qiu noticed that when Zhang Zhi Hua spoke, his eyes sparkled with unwavering determination, shining like the brightest star in the night sky, bringing a sense of hope.
"Are there others? The Earth is so vast; surely our Zhang Family isn't the only one leading?"
Zhang Zhi Hua smiled and said, "Of course there are others; otherwise, why would there be the White Tiger? It is said that this material was taken from the gods' dwelling after they were driven away by humans. The skilled craftsmen of that time spent countless days and nights to polish such a jade pendant."
"So there are only three such jade pendants in the entire world, given to the three leaders of the resistance back then. We are just one of them." A flush of pride appeared on Zhang Zhi Hua's face.
"Where are the other two families now?" Zhang Qiu's attention was completely captivated by Zhang Zhi Hua's story; it was simply unbelievable. He never imagined that his seemingly ordinary family bore such a significant mission. Moreover, this legend was too incredible to believe.
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