"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 on a dead end!"
"Gambling really kills people!"
"It's a pity that Xiaohu is so young, and Lao Zhu and his wife are such nice people. In this world..."
The neighbors gathered around Zhu's house were talking a lot, their words full of regret, sympathy and helplessness.
Many people have watched Zhu Xiaohu grow up, and have a good relationship with Uncle Zhu and his wife. They all feel sad when they see the tragic situation of the other party's entire 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 wrong?"
A neighbor asked back: "Xiao Zhong, are you looking for Xiao Hu?"
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.
"yes."
Xiao Zhong touched his head and replied calmly: "I'm here to tell him a piece of good news. The Changle Gambling House was stolen last night. Many people died in Sanjiang Club. Duan Laosi, who came to press for debts yesterday, also died.
Got it!"
"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 from others that Duan Laosi was dead and the vice president of the Sanjiang Association was also dead."
He gloated: "This means that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil, 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 realize: "What are you guys doing here? Have you seen Xiao Hu?"
The neighbor who was talking to him sighed: "Dead, Xiaohu is dead, Lao Zhu and his wife are also dead. They cut off their own meridians last night, we just found out."
Xiao Zhong was stunned immediately.
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.
After looking around, Hou Zheng unlocked the door and stepped inside.
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.
This monk at the third level of Qi training 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 a lot of spiritual stones to Changle Gambling House, part of which was lost in gambling, and the rest was all high interest.
In order to pay off the debt, Hou Zheng had to sell the old house left by his parents and rented this dilapidated small house to live in.
But his gambling debts were not paid off and instead continued to increase as time went by.
That's why Hou Zheng hates Changle Gambling House and the Sanjiang Club that owns Changle Gambling House more than anyone else!
Therefore, when he heard just now that the Changle Gambling House had been wiped out and burned down, and that Sanjiang Club was in bad luck, he was so happy that he ran home to celebrate just out of caution.
"Duan Laosi, Duan Laosi!"
The more Hou Zheng drank, the happier he became: "I never thought you would end up like this, you deserve it!"
He did not activate his magic power to eliminate the alcohol, and his face glowed with blood under the illumination of the obsidian lamp. His eyes gradually became blurred, and he sometimes muttered to himself and sometimes cursed.
At this time, the sky was completely dark, and Hou Zheng was getting drunk more and more, and he drank all the wine in the jar.
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.
Congratulations Xiaohu!
After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Hou Zheng's drunkenness disappeared in an instant, 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 the evil-proof charm from his storage bag, but as soon as he injected the magic power, 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 too many times, they will wear out and eventually be completely destroyed.
The few spiritual stones Hou Zheng usually earned were used to either eat or drink, gamble or pay off debts, and he was reluctant 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 the talisman.
As a result, I looked through it again and again, and there was not a single evil talisman in sight!
Hou Zheng's hands trembled involuntarily, and finally he held a rusty dagger.
Even if a monk does not have an evil talisman, he can still use his own blood and essence 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: "There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. It was the Changle Gambling House and the Sanjiang Club who harmed you. It has nothing to do with me!"
How could it not have anything to do with him!
It was under Hou Zheng's instigation and inducement that Zhu Xiaohu entered the Changle Casino.
Hou Zheng was not the culprit of the Zhu family tragedy, but he was also an accomplice!
He wished Xiaohu to go into the water and he would benefit from it.
Therefore, these few words are spoken without any confidence and reveal an extremely guilty conscience.
"ah!"
As soon as Hou Zheng finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up, his limbs waving wildly, and his whole 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 his backbone removed.