"What a pity."
"It's all my fault. I should have gone to see them last night. Maybe nothing would happen."
"Who would have thought of it? No matter how difficult it is, we should never end up in a dead end!"
"Gambling really kills people!"
"It's pitiful that Little Tiger is so young, and Old Zhu is such a nice couple. In this world..."
The neighbors gathered around Zhu's house were talking a lot, their words full of regret, sympathy and helplessness.
Many people grew up watching Zhu Xiaohu, and they also have a good relationship with Uncle Zhu. They all felt sad when they saw the tragic situation of the other party's whole family dying.
At this moment, a man in civilian clothes hurried over.
With a look of excitement and excitement on his face, he shouted, "Little Tiger, Little Tiger!"
The man in cloth shouted loudly, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
All eyes were on him!
The clothed man couldn't help but stop, feeling inexplicably guilty. "What's the matter?"
A neighbor asked, "Xiao Zhong, are you looking for Little Tiger?"
This commoner man is not very old. He and Zhu Xiaohu have been friends since childhood and have a very good relationship.
Everyone knows him.
"Yeah."
Xiao Zhong touched his head and replied calmly, "I'm here to tell him the good news. Changle Gambling House was kidnapped last night. Many people died at Three Rivers Society. Old Fourth Duan who came to press for debt yesterday are all dead!"
"What?"
The neighbors couldn't believe their ears.
Some of them noticed some movement last night, but they didn't know what happened, and the news here was relatively limited, so they didn't understand the situation until now.
"Of course it is!"
Xiao Zhong nodded vigorously. "The entire Changle Gambling House was burned down. I saw it with my own eyes, and then I heard others say that Old Fourth Duan was dead, and the vice president of Three Rivers Society was also dead."
He gloated. "This is called Good deeds are rewarded. Evil will be punished, and the cycle of cause and effect is clear!"
The neighbors looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Only then did Xiao Zhong react. "What are you guys doing here? Have you seen Little Tiger?"
The neighbor who was talking to him sighed, "Dead, Little Tiger is dead, Old Zhu and his wife are also dead. They cut off their own meridians last night, we just found out."
Xiao Zhong was immediately stunned.
His lips trembled a few times, and he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Then he clenched his fist and hit himself several times.
Squatting on the ground.
Some neighbors who were watching the excitement shook their heads and dispersed with complicated emotions.
Hou Zheng also quietly withdrew from the crowd.
He walked through the long alley, turned a corner and came to a dilapidated small house.
Looking around, Hou Zheng hit the Gate of Opening lock and ducked in.
He closed the door as quickly as possible and locked the bolt, with a gloating smile on his long and thin face.
"Okay, okay, die well!"
Hou Zheng slapped his thigh hard, grinning almost behind his ears.
The third layer of Qi Condensation monk excitedly moved the small table, took out a wine jar and a pack of snacks from the tattered storage bag, and started eating and drinking happily.
The wine is Cracked Wine made from aged rice, and the vegetables are stewed vegetables made from leftovers.
But Hou Zheng drank happily and ate with relish.
Like Zhu Xiaohu, he owed Changle Gambling House a lot of spiritual stones, some of which were lost in gambling, and the rest were all high interest.
In order to pay off the debt, Hou Zheng had to sell the old house left by his parents and rent this dilapidated small house to live in.
But his gambling debts were not paid off and instead continued to increase over time.
So Hou Zheng hates Changle Gambling House more than anyone else, and Three Rivers Society who owns Changle Gambling House!
Therefore, when he heard that Changle Gambling House had been burned down and Three Rivers Society was so unlucky, he was so happy that he ran home to celebrate just out of caution.
"Old Fourth Duan ah, Old Fourth Duan!"
Hou Zheng The more he drank, the happier he became. "I never thought you would be here today, you deserve it!"
He did not activate his magic power to eliminate the alcohol. His face was glowing with blood under the light of Obsidian Lamp. His eyes gradually became blurred, and he sometimes muttered to himself and sometimes cursed.
At this time, the sky was completely dark. The more Hou Zheng drank, the more he got drunk. Cracked Wine was fucked all over by him.
Suddenly he noticed something strange and subconsciously turned his head to look at the window.
The window door was half open, and there was a person standing outside, looking at Hou Zheng expressionlessly.
Zhu Xiaohu!
After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Hou Zheng's drunkenness dissipated for the most part, and he couldn't help but screamed strangely.
Zhu Xiaohu's face was pale and pale, his eyes were empty and bleeding, like a seducer from hell.
He just stared at Hou Zheng, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point.
Hou Zheng hurriedly took out Exorcism Talisman from the storage bag, but just after injecting mana, the storage bag, which even creditors despised, tore open with a "chi" sound, and all the messy items inside fell out.
The storage bags most commonly used by monks are durable. After being used for a long time and used many times, they will wear out until they are completely destroyed.
Hou Zheng usually used the few spiritual stones he earned to eat, drink, gamble or pay off debts, and he couldn't bear to exchange them for a new storage bag. Now he has wasted them for a long time and finally reached the end of his life.
"Damn it!"
Hou Zheng cursed, quickly dropped the damaged storage bag, squatted down and rummaged through the debris to find Talismans.
After flipping through it, there was not a single one of Exorcism Talisman!
Hou Zheng's hands trembled involuntarily, and finally he held a rusty dagger.
Even if the monk does not have Exorcism Talisman, he can also use his own Essence Blood to deal with Evil Spirits.
But when Hou Zheng stood up again, he found that the window was empty and Zhu Xiaohu was no longer there.
However, Hou Zheng was not happy at all.
The hairs on his back and neck stood up, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his teeth chattered involuntarily.
The monk looked down and saw that the shadows on the ground were constantly twisting!
"Little Tiger..."
Hou Zheng forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "Every injustice has its own owner, and it's Changle Gambling House and Three Rivers Society who are causing harm to you. They have nothing to do with me!"
How could it have nothing to do with him!
It was under the instigation and inducement of Hou Zheng that Zhu Xiaohu stepped into the door of Changle Gambling House.
Hou Zheng was not the culprit of the Zhu family tragedy, but he was also an accomplice!
If he pulls Zhu Xiaohu into the water, he will benefit.
Therefore, these few words were spoken without any confidence and revealed an extremely guilty conscience.
"Ah!"
Hou Zheng As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up, his limbs waving wildly, and his entire face was completely distorted.
The monk fell heavily to the ground, rolled back and forth, struggled desperately, and slapped himself hard in the face.
After struggling like this for almost a stick of incense, Hou Zheng fell to the ground motionless like a scoundrel with its backbone removed.
After a moment, he raised his head again.
Already changed his appearance.
A simple and honest face! ——
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