Chapter 256.
“Pity.”
“It’s all my fault, I should have gone to check on them last night, maybe nothing would have happened.”
“Who would have thought it? No matter how hard it is, you shouldn’t go on a desperate path!”
“Gambling really kills people!”
“Poor little tiger is young, old Zhu two people and so good, this world ……”
Surrounded in front of the Zhu family’s neighbors are talking a lot, words are full of regret, sympathy and helplessness.
Many people are looking at Zhu Xiaohu grew up, and Zhu Dabo two also have good friendship, witnessed the other side of the tragic death of the whole family, all have a feeling of solidarity.
At this time, a man in cloth hurriedly ran over.
His face wore a look of excitement and thrill as he yelled, “Little Tiger, Little Tiger!”
The man in cloth shouted loudly, immediately attracting everyone’s attention.
Everyone’s gazes all fell on him!
The man in cloth couldn’t help but stop in his tracks, feeling inexplicably weak, “What’s wrong?”
A neighborhood resident asked rhetorically, “Little Zhong, are you looking for Little Tiger?”
This cloth-clothed man was not very old, he and Zhu Xiaohu were pals who had played since childhood and had a very good relationship.
Everyone knew each other as well.
“Yes.”
Xiao Zhong touched his head and replied expectantly, “I’m here to tell him the good news, the Changle Gambling House was terminated last night, the Three Rivers Club died a lot of people, and Duan Laoshi, who came to extort a debt yesterday, is dead!”
“What?”
The neighbors couldn’t believe their ears.
Some of them had sensed some movement last night, but didn’t know what had happened, and the news over here was relatively closed, so they didn’t understand the situation until now.
“Of course it’s true!”
Xiao Zhong nodded vigorously, “The entire Changle Gambling House burned to the ground, I saw it with my own eyes, and then I heard from others that Duan Laoshi died, and the vice president of the Three Rivers Association died as well.”
He gloated, “This is called good has its reward and evil has its retribution, the cycle of karma is clear to all!”
The neighbors looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Xiao Zhong then reacted: “What are you all doing here? Have you guys seen Little Tiger?”
The neighbor who spoke to him sighed, “Dead, Little Tiger is dead, Old Zhu and his family are also dead, they severed their own meridians last night, we just found them.”
Xiao Zhong froze.
His lips trembled a few times, wanting to say something but couldn’t.
Then he clenched his fists and slammed himself hard a few times.
Crouched on the ground.
Some of the neighbors who were watching shook their heads and dispersed separately with mixed feelings.
Hou Zheng also quietly withdrew from the crowd.
He walked through a long alley and turned a corner to the front of a small, dilapidated house.
Looking around, Hou Zheng unlocked the door and flashed inside.
He closed the door as fast as he could and bolted it, a gloating smile on his long, thin face.
“Well well well, good death!”
Hou Zheng slapped his thighs vigorously, his mouth grinning behind his ears.
This cultivator at the third level of Qi cultivation moved over the small table with gusto, and pulled out a wine altar and a packet of downed vegetables from his tattered storage bag, happily eating and drinking.
The wine was cracked wine made from aged rice, and the dishes were groovy dishes brined with scraps.
But Hou is drinking with gusto and eating with gusto.
Like Zhu Xiaohu, he owed a lot of spirit stones to the Changle Gambling House, part of which was lost from gambling, and the rest was all high interest.
In order to pay off his debts, Hou Zheng had to sell the old mansion left behind by his parents and rented this dilapidated little house to live in.
But his gambling debts were not paid off, but continued to increase over time.
Therefore, Hou Zheng hated Changle Gambling House and the Three Rivers Club that owned it more than anyone else!
Therefore just now, when he heard that the Changle Gambling House had been swept away and burnt to the ground, and that the Three Rivers Club had fallen on hard times, his heart was simply overjoyed, and it was only out of caution that he ran home to celebrate.
“Duan Lao Si ah, Duan Lao Si!”
The more Hou Zheng drank, the happier he became, “I never thought that you would have your day, you deserve it!”
He didn’t activate his mana to get rid of the booze, his face glowed blood-colored under the illumination of the obsidian lamps, his eyes gradually becoming disoriented as he mumbled at times and cursed at times.
At this time the sky was already dark, Hou Zheng drank more and more on the head, an altar of cracked wine was dried up by him.
Suddenly he sensed a trace of difference, subconsciously turning his head towards the window.
The window door was half-open, and there was a man standing outside, looking at Hou Zheng expressionlessly.
Zhu Xiaohu!
Seeing the other party’s appearance clearly, Hou Zheng’s drunkenness instantly dissipated most of it, and he couldn’t help but let out a strange cry.
Zhu Xiaohu’s face was ghastly white, and his eyes were empty with tears of blood, as if he was a messenger from hell.
He just stared straight at Hou Zheng, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point.
Hou Zheng panicked from the storage bag to pull out the evil talisman, the result just injected mana, this debtor are disgusted with the storage bag “snort” a tear open, inside the messy items all fell out.
Cultivators most commonly used storage bag is durable, use a long time, use a lot of times, there will be wear and tear, until completely destroyed.
Hou Zheng usually earns a little spirit stone, either take to eat and drink or gambling or pay off debts, change a new storage bag also can not afford, now this one in his long-term spoiled, finally came to the end of life.
“Damn!”
Hou Zheng cursed, hurriedly dropping the already damaged storage bag and squatting down to rummage through the clutter for talismans.
As a result, after rummaging and rummaging, there was not a single Evil Warding Talisman!
Hou Zheng’s hands involuntarily trembled, and finally gripped a rusty dagger.
Cultivators could also use their own essence blood to deal with evil spirits in the absence of a talisman to ward off evil spirits.
Only when Hou Zheng stood up again, he realized that the window was empty and Zhu Xiaohu’s figure was no longer visible.
However Hou Zheng did not feel the slightest bit of celebration.
The sweaty hairs on his back and the back of his neck stood up, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his teeth fought involuntarily.
This cultivator looked down and only saw that the shadows on the ground were constantly twisting!
“Little Tiger ……”
Hou Zheng squeezed out a smile that was worse than crying and said, “There’s a head for every grievance, the one who harmed you is the Changle Gambling House, it’s the Three Rivers Club, it has nothing to do with me!”
How could it have nothing to do with him!
Zhu Xiaohu had stepped into the door of the Changle Gambling House precisely under Hou Zheng’s encouragement and enticement.
Hou Zheng was not the culprit who caused the Zhu family tragedy, but he was also an accomplice!
By pulling Zhu Xiaohu into the water, he himself was able to gain benefits.
That was why these few words were said without the slightest bit of backbone, revealing an incomparable emptiness of heart.
“Ah!”
As soon as Hou Zheng’s words fell, his entire body jumped suddenly, his limbs waving wildly, his entire face completely distorted.
The cultivator fell heavily to the ground, rolling back and forth and struggling desperately, waving up his palms and slapping his face fiercely.
After almost an incense stick of time, Hou Zheng was like a dog with his spine drawn away, falling to the ground and not moving.
Only after a moment did he raise his head again.
He had already changed his appearance.
A simple and honest face!