I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 4
Bad gamblers are often associated with not-so-good words such as divorced wives and children, broken families, high debts, and bloodshed. Facing bad gamblers who have been completely controlled by gambling addiction, they can only say that they let go of the complex of helping others and respect the fate of others.

So seeing the rotten gambler being beaten on the ground by members of the Tiger Head Gang, no one in the neighborhood wanted to dissuade him, so as not to kill him.

Shensuan even spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Shoot this rotten gambler to death, an unfilial bastard, he can force his old parents to death just for gambling money."

Wu Mourning didn't have any extra sympathy for bad gamblers.

In his previous life, he often saw someone gambling with online loans. After his parents helped him pay off the huge debts, he gambled and borrowed again, and borrowed money from relatives and friends everywhere.

Gambling dogs and poisonous dogs are things that cannot be sympathized with.

This kind of thing can change the evil and return to the good. To put it in a word of discrimination, Wu Mourn feels that if he can get rid of his will, he won't say that he will fall into it.Of course, if they were tricked into it, they could barely be saved, but most of these people didn't want to save themselves.

Grabbing the towel, Wu Mourning has already made a decision.

It was the pile of poor-looking torn books and rusty iron bars in the hands of the rotten gambler that made him feel strange, as if they were blurred through a layer of frosted glass, and caused a change in the chill in his body.

So what is he holding in his hand?
The vicious thugs caught up with the fleeing rotten gambler, knocked him down to the ground, and then punched and kicked him. The thin gambler knelt on the ground like a curled up prawn, covering the back of his head with his hands, mouth There was a mournful howl like a slaughtered pig.

Wu Mourning remembered that this rotten gambler had not been beaten once or twice.

They were all beaten out of experience.

It is estimated that the family property has been completely emptied, and the beatings have become more frequent.The Tiger Head Gang does not do good deeds, but collects protection fees with knives. Lending money to others is like a donkey.

It's almost like a beating.

The panting Qingpi leader lit a cigarette to signal to stop, and it is enough to beat him half to death. If he is really beaten to death, he will not be able to collect the debt.

"Bad bet three, if you don't pay back the money today, the brothers can only ask you for a finger to let you know what will happen if you owe Lord Tiger money."

"Repay the money! Definitely, definitely repay the money! I will use the family heirloom to offset this month's interest!"

The falling of fists and feet finally stopped, and the bruised and swollen gambler obsequiously raised the torn book and rusty iron bar in his hand.

Chief Qingpi couldn't help sneering, and slapped the pile of trash away.

"I think you're too courageous to fool me with your old man's pile of rags, right? Who doesn't know that your rags aren't even worth a dime!"

The rotten gambler trembled for a while, his body felt like chaff after being yelled at by his ears.

"Look at you stupid ass, don't you have brothers and sisters? They can watch your fingers being chopped off? You know how to do it?" The rotten gambler lifted the green-skinned man from the ground and patted his body Dust, with a smirk on his face.

"I know I know!"

The rotten gambler hesitated a little, but when he saw Qingpi Touzi's bland smile, he immediately nodded in agreement.

An occasional farce in a small town soon ended with the rotten gambler being kidnapped and taken away, and only the people watching the fun were talking about how unlucky the rotten gambler's brother and sister were to be entangled by such a thing Well, as for the Tiger Head Gang, I didn't dare to say more, and if I accidentally mentioned it, I tacitly skipped it.

As for the heirloom in the mouth of the rotten gambler.

Those shopkeepers who didn't know it took turns to pick it up and look at it, then threw it to the corner of the road in disgust.

The eyes of these shopkeepers are the most poisonous, and the value can be seen in the pennies. The things they throw away are things that the scavenger stations will not accept.The salesmen were lost in such a way that even the brats were not interested in touching it, and the sound of the pickup truck's yelling and bargaining attracted people's attention again.

No one noticed when a figure quietly picked up the torn book and the rotten iron bars.

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"Does this count as cheating on me?"

In the bedroom, Wu Mour, who had just taken a hot shower to wash off his sweat and dust, was sitting in front of the desk, and on the desk were the rags he had just picked up.

The tattered book was rotten, the moth-eaten holes were as dense as a hornet's nest, and it seemed to have been soaked in water, and the handwriting on it was blurred and some ghost-painted symbols.Just this thing, a thin volume, seems to be missing a lot of pages, even throwing away the stove to start a fire is too little.

The rusted iron bar is a bit heavy, with large and small gaps arranged in a staggered manner, and the middle seems to have been knocked hard by something, and the crookedness makes people feel a little desolate.

No wonder the shopkeepers treat them as junk.

If it wasn't for his own feeling of abnormality, Wu Mour probably would have regarded it as tattered, and would not have picked it up quietly.

There is no one in the house at the moment.

My parents were busy at the stationery store, and my younger sister was in the academy for class, so I happened to come to study the torn book and the rusty iron bars.Wu Mourn weighed it in his hand and turned it over, seeing that there was no more reaction, he thought for a while and thought of something, then concentrating on calling out the system.

【Wu Mourning】

[Kalpa seed: 1 (gray)]

[Cultivation level: Not into the mainstream]

【Study: none】

[Holdings: A dilapidated remnant soldier (the second-hand weapon of an elite soldier in the past, this dagger was always by his side until he died in battle. It eventually died with the ghosts, a weapon that has sprouted spirituality for a long time, sticking to the death of its master regardless of age The previous decisive meaning), vague book (product of the post-Song Dynasty, it is said that soldiers will read it, and today, it is as vague and dilapidated as before, with a touch of sadness)]

"Remnant soldiers, books... how does the introduction of this system smell like souls?"

Wu Mourn got very interesting information from the scattered description given by this object.

Later Song Dynasty, soldiers, ghosts.

The master of the Academy once lamented in the history class that the history of the Song Dynasty and the later Song Dynasty was chaotic, and the historical records of nearly 500 years were uneven, and there was even a weird interaction between unofficial history and official history, so that the records of historians were chaotic. , This is a regret for Zhuxia in the history of civilization.

Nowadays, investigating the history of the former Song Dynasty and the later Song Dynasty is one of the upsurges in the literary world of Zhuxia.

And that grand and chaotic history seems to have lifted a corner of the mysterious veil towards the irrelevant Wu Miao, revealing the content that makes people infinitely imagined.

And just as Wu Mourning had perceived before.

The 1 point of catastrophe seed (ash) that I currently have can be added to the two held items.

There is only one point, which one should I add to it?
Wu Mour rested his chin to think, suddenly he saw the iron bar on the table jumping by itself.Before Wu Mourn could react, a fierce and vicious aura that instantly made the whole bedroom feel like an ice cellar spewed out from the iron bars!

And instantly rushed towards Wu Mourning!

(End of this chapter)