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The Sacred Spring: Chapter 9: The Shameful Traitor (1)


When I saw it, the person who came was actually the old man wearing a leather hat who was in "Yiyuan Zhai" yesterday.

I was so happy that I used all my strength to throw up the young corpse hanging on my arm and said to it: "Children , that’s your biological grandfather.”

Immediately, the people upstairs screamed again and again, and then gunfire rang out again.

I took the opportunity to shrink into the entrance of the passage and slammed the stone slab tightly from the inside.

Zhao Toad and I didn't dare to stop for a moment.

We ran forward desperately in the dark stone path.

We didn't feel relieved until a bright light appeared in front of us.

Zhao Toad took three steps at a time and climbed out of the hole in a hurry.

As soon as he went out, he shouted: "Old Hu, come out and breathe in the fresh air.

The smell of freedom is so wonderful."

I poked my head out of the hole and saw the sunshine outside, the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.

I took a deep breath and felt something was wrong.

Why?

There was a strange smell in the air and I crawled out to take a look.

I gave Zhao Toad a kick on the spot: "How dare you fucking lie to me?

This is the entrance to a public toilet."

He was so breathless with joy that the lesbians who came out of the toilet all looked at us with fear, fearing that we were unscrupulous and well-meaning thugs.

According to Zhao Toad, since we can escape with our lives, it is because God has given us the opportunity.

We must not go back and seek death.

He thought about not wanting to go to the small shop.

We would go directly to the train station.

If we had tickets to go somewhere, we would first get out of the miserable sea of ​​Jinling City.

I said no.

Every injustice has its own owner.

There are some things that I have to confront Mr.

Sang and ask for clarification.

The two of us parted at the door of the public toilet, agreeing to let each other know when we find a place to stay.

After parting ways with Zhao Toad, I went to Confucius Temple alone to seek an explanation from Old Man Sang.

Unexpectedly, when he looked at that place, he saw that the door of "Yiyuanzhai" was tightly closed, and a double-headed purple gold lock fell on it.

This thing used to be a precious thing in the yamen specially used to lock red-headed documents.

The county magistrate had to take three spices and five grains and provide them with fresh fruits every day.

The hungry wife and children could not treat it badly, but now it has been hung up by old man Sang.

The iron head lock for guarding the home.

I felt sorry for it in my heart, and decided to find a chance to rescue it when I came out later.

Climbing over a wall is a daily practice for me.

I found a quiet and uninhabited wall and climbed in without much effort.

For some reason, it was clear that the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly outside, but once inside "Yiyuanzhai", there was an icy coldness all around.

I always feel a little different from when I first came in.

Even the vegetation, trees, rocks in the yard have become hideous and terrifying, and their aura has been completely lost.

It is said that things become fine after a long time.

Is it because Mr.

Sang collected too many antiques in his store, so his karma became rampant and messed up the feng shui here?

But I am here to give Old Man San the iron fist of the people and impose righteous sanctions.

As for whether there is a rat spirit or Wong Tai Sin in his yard, I have no control over it.

The top priority is to find the old man.

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Without a bamboo pole to guide me, I wandered around for a long time without finding the door to the inner hall, so I was wondering if I should take his two antiques and come back another day.

Suddenly, a crash of broken porcelain came from not far away.

When I heard the movement, I rolled up my sleeves and rushed inside.

I thought: Old boy, if I ask you to hide again, if I don't pluck you into a bald monk today, , you still think your Grandpa Hu is a vegetarian?

I followed the path and quickly found a green brick hut hidden in the corner.

There were fierce sounds of fighting and yelling inside.

I thought to myself, this is great.

The old man has always offended too many people, and before it was my turn to take action, someone had already come to bring bad luck to him on behalf of Tian Xingdao.

Although listening to the roots of the wall is not what a man should do, I didn't mean to listen.

Who told me to stand under the window?

"You're such a rebellious guy, you actually colluded with outsiders to murder me.

Ahem, cough, cough, I won't be able to reap the benefits of you even if I die."

As soon as I heard that someone could actually drive Old Man Sang to a dead end, I immediately climbed up the window sill to see what was going on.

The room was in chaos.

Mr.

Sang fell among a row of broken tiles, his face turned blue, and the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood.

Zhuganzi stood opposite him, still looking cold and sarcastic, a complete traitor: "Big shopkeeper, some people can't wait that long.

I'm just doing things for my boss.

I hope you can understand."

Old Man Sang was so angry that he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and cursed him as an ungrateful little beast.

Bamboo pole walked up to him and whispered a few words.

The old man's eyes widened and he said to himself in an almost desperate tone: "It's impossible that he's not dead yet.

It's impossible.

It's been so many years.

He should have been dead long ago."

"After saying that, another mouthful of thick blood spurted out.

It seems that even if the bamboo pole doesn't attack him, it won't last long.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I protected my head with both arms, opened the wooden window and rushed in.

Zhuganzi never expected that someone would break through his conspiracy at this time.

His face darkened and he whispered: "It's you."

I was hit by the old wood on the window so that stars appeared in my eyes.

I couldn't tell the direction for a while, so I had to Forced to calm down: "It's your grandpa and me" Mr.

Sang was also very excited.

He dragged my sleeves and wanted to say something.

I said you should rest for now.

I will settle the score with you later.

Unexpectedly, he just stood up and smiled bitterly at me: "You silly boy, the door is unlocked, cough, cough, cough."

When I heard this, I felt regretful.

I blamed myself for being too reckless, and I didn't even try to see if the front door was locked.

Damn it, I already lost face in front of the enemy before I even took action.

I resisted the embarrassment and stood up.

Zhuganzi was also weighing my strength at this moment and did not dare to take action rashly.

In fact, at that moment, there was still a snowflake in front of me and I could not see anything clearly.

If he came to attack me, I would not be able to resist it.

The strange thing is that this kid is too scheming and insists on knowing the details of the other party before he takes action.

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Just like with Mr.

Sang, I think he must have been lurking for many years before he caught a god-given opportunity like today.

To deal with such a bastard, you have to be aggressive, otherwise you will die if you can't play with him.

I stared closely at his movements, trying to find an opportunity to preemptively strike.

As the two sides were in a stalemate, a burst of urgent footsteps came from outside the door, and the three of us looked outside the door in unison.

I saw an old man wearing a fur hat, surrounded by two teams of people, proudly stepping through the door.

I thought it was unlucky, and I wished I could drive a tank and crush all the bastards in this room.

"Boss Sang, you're fine," the mink pretended to bow to the old man.

He nodded again to the bamboo pole, and finally looked at me and said: "I, surnamed Yang, have no interest in interfering with your household affairs.

But I have decided on this boy's head.

I hope the host can make it convenient and accommodating.

Accommodating.”

I was most annoyed by their formalistic official rhetoric, so I picked up the blue and white vase at hand and smashed it.

The Mink Man didn't expect that I would attack him unexpectedly, so he shrank his head in fear and shouted for protection.

I said it has been all these years and you are still protecting me and protecting you.

The Mink Man's men were all anxious and came up with watermelon knives to chop me.

Old man Sang roared angrily: "You are so unbridled that you don't even look at the place Yang Erpi.

Are these the rules of your track?"

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