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Chapter 509: Acting

"Thanks a lot."

Under the ambiguous light, the woman in coquettish clothes slowly wiped Wu Zhuo's eyes with povidone iodine.

If the wound is stained with mud and water, it will become infected and inflamed if not treated in time.

"Hey, it's nothing."

The latter smiled, but there was a bit of melancholy in his tone.

"It's true that during my absence... you weren't bullied, were you?"

"fine."

The woman responded, while covering the bruises on her body with her coat without leaving any trace.

No normal person would want to do this unless they were desperate.

"By the way, I want my money back."

Wu Zhuo groped around on his body for a while with his eyes closed, and then took out his wallet with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Well, how much do they owe?"

"You..."

The woman smiled helplessly and pushed Wu Zhuo's wallet back.

"We recently saved some money and enrolled our new sister into an adult college."

"She didn't have any customers, so she should have a different life."

"The fourth child came back to visit us some time ago. I heard that she is living quite well by herself."

"It makes sense when I think about it. We are too dirty to harm those good people."

“…”

Wu Shun closed his eyes and listened quietly to these calm and sad words.

He had grown up in a place like this since he was a child and watched these women leave quietly and die quietly.

Like an animal living in the shadows.

"Where's your debt?"

After hesitating for a moment, Wu Zhuo asked.

The woman who just spoke to him was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said a number.

"Two hundred and forty-seven thousand."

It's just such a number, neither more nor less.

But once the word usury is added, it will be impossible to pay it back no matter what.

"Do you regret it?"

Wu Zhuo paused and spoke again.

"I regret it."

The woman smiled and nodded, raising her hand to stroke the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

“I lent money to treat a family member’s illness, but the illness was not cured and the money was not repaid.”

"How silly it sounds."

She smiled and reached out to take off her damaged sunglasses.

"no."

Wu Zhuo seemed to have been stimulated by something and hid far away.

"My eyes are scary."

"Are you stupid?"

The woman smiled, pulled Wu Zhuo back without any explanation, forcibly took off his sunglasses, and looked into his black and white eyes.

"Hmm...a bit like Crayon Shin-chan."

What was supposed to be a very strange scene was casually passed over, and she continued to use cotton swabs to disinfect Wu Zhuo.

——

She family.

Like the overall atmosphere, the lobby here is also quite impressive.

Classical and solemn, it is quite similar to the mansion gate in the TV series.

The tables and chairs are all made of ebony, and the incense burner placed in the middle exudes the unique smell of incense.

There was an old man sitting at the main seat, and a dozen empty chairs lined up on both sides.

Behind the old man is a lifelike picture of a willow fairy transforming into a dragon.

The sea water is boiling and the rain is pouring. The giant black snake with a single horn above has a ferocious face, and it seems that it will jump out of the painting in the next second.

Perhaps because of the special material of the canvas, the overly humid air in the yard did not cause any harm to it, but made the black snake more real.

Even Wang Jin, who doesn't know much about Wenwan, can see that this thing is worth a lot of money.

There are no calligraphy and paintings on the walls on both sides, but more than a dozen wooden tablets.

The handwriting is different, but the format is similar.

"Chang Tianqing, Liu Jianghe, Chang Tianhong..."

Wang Jin squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the name on the tablet.

Without exception, they are all immortals.

"Little friend Wang Jin, I finally see you."

The old voice sounded like a candle in the wind, but it was impossible to ignore.

The white-haired old man sitting in the main seat spoke slowly and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

"Coming to your door to make trouble makes this junior feel ashamed."

Wang Jin cupped his hands with a gentle smile.

The old man's identity was already obvious.

The old man of the She family is the master of this hall.

"It seems that Xiaoyin has made some good friends."

The old man waved to She Yin and asked the red-faced little girl to sit in the deputy seat next to him.

Chang Ye did not speak, but turned around and closed the door.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wang Jin could feel that something had changed from this moment on.

"The whole room became a whole...a bit like the candy house in the R&D department."

"In other words, this is locking me up."

Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and muttered softly.

He didn't show the slightest bit of hostility, and the hands under his python-patterned cloak were quite honest.

A human being who can sit on top of a dozen Liuxians cannot be just an ordinary old man.

Since we are here to discuss matters, we must show sufficient sincerity.

Trying to be clever on your own will make the other person hate you.

"Everyone, come out."

The old man smiled and said softly.

The next second, the tablets on both sides trembled at the same time, and faint pollution emerged from them.

Soon, a dozen figures sat on their respective chairs.

There are men and women, and they look to be of different ages.

But Wang Jin could feel their aura.

They are all very powerful Liuxians.

Of course, this does not mean that Wang Jin is at a disadvantage.

He is here to talk, not to fight.

What's more, Wang Jin carries a small iron pagoda, which gives him confidence.

"Everyone is here, then..."

The old man squinted his eyes, and his original kind and kind expression disappeared, becoming as vicious as the black dragon in the painting.

Bang!

He reached out and patted the table.

The sturdy and elegant ebony table instantly fell into pieces and turned into firewood scattered on the floor.

At the same time, those figures stood up and stared at Wang Jin with more than a dozen pairs of sinister vertical pupils.

Pollution comes with an indescribable force that makes people breathless.

But this had no impact on Wang Jin.

This level of pollution is just a joke to him.

As for those dozen pairs of vicious eyes...

Wang Jin, who has been surviving in various ghost stories since he was a child, really doesn't feel anything.

If I had to give my thoughts...

Wang Jin only thinks that people from big families are troublesome.

Of course, if someone tries to test him, he cannot fail to respond.

That would make everyone embarrassed.

Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and looked at the old man on the main seat.

His eyes were quite firm, and the joints of his tightly clenched fists turned white. He was obviously going through a very cruel test.

A test of acting skills.


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