I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 191 Going to Third Street

"Dang Dang! It's three o'clock!!"

There was a clanging sound outside, and Zhang Jun opened his eyelids.

What came into view were the empty rafters.

Before he could clear his thoughts, a sour smell swept over him. When he looked up, he was not the only one on the kang.

At a glance, there were twelve big men picking at their feet, snoring, grinding their teeth, and talking in their sleep.

Zhang Jun's mouth twitched and his eyes glanced at the clothes hanging on the wall.

It looks like an official uniform, but the color has turned into dark gray, and there are a few patches on the cuffs. You can tell it is Qingshui Yamen at a glance.

After looking around, Zhang Jun's eyes gradually locked on the shrine in the corner.

The location of the shrine is very particular. It is facing the door of the room. I don't know if it is intentional, but there is nothing placed in front of the shrine.

There isn't even a table or bench.

The shrine was wrapped in red cloth, and Zhang Jun couldn't tell which god it was worshiping.

There were two stacks of sacrifices in front of him, one stack of steamed buns and one stack of oranges.

It can't be said to be a good thing, but Zhang Jun felt that this shrine was extraordinary, nothing else, but in such a dilapidated environment, the table of the shrine was actually spotless.

This time in the competitive world, the host also made it clear that the world is shared by gods and clans.

There is a lot of information here.

In other words, the imperial power has now declined, and the clans and clans control the world. This is understandable, after all, this kind of thing is not uncommon in history.

But how should the gods intervene in this world?

Perhaps the shrine in front of you is the answer.

Just when Zhang Jun was lost in thought, he heard a rush of footsteps as soon as his ears moved. The sound was very fast.

But every step he took was extremely steady, and his breathing was slow and long. Zhang Jun judged that this person should be a martial artist, or at least have the ability to create blood.

"Boom!"

Soon the door was kicked open.

I saw a 1.8-meter-tall man with a dark face and shouted: "Stop sleeping, get up, get up for me!!"

This man had a loud voice, like a loudspeaker on a village radio. He roared so suddenly in the middle of the night, and instantly a commotion broke out in the originally quiet house.

Only then did Zhang Jun realize that everyone took out their own sabers from under the pillows almost as soon as they woke up.

He lowered his head and opened the pillow to take a look. Sure enough, a saber was pressed under the pillow. It must be his own saber.

Put the knife here...

Zhang Jun looked at the position of the saber and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This is Qingshui Yamen. You have to carry a knife with you and put it under the pillow even when you sleep. This shows that this position is not very safe.

"Brother Han? What are you..."

After everyone saw who it was, they couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, but when they saw the man's face looking so ugly, they immediately felt a bad feeling in their hearts.

People who were familiar with him quickly climbed out of bed and brought a bench up to him: "Brother Han, didn't you go to have a drink with the adults? Why did you suddenly come back at this time?"

Everyone gathered around him knowingly, and Zhang Jun was no exception. He didn't want to become a conspicuous person inside for no apparent reason.

The big man known as Brother Han sat down, took the water that was handed to him, took a sip, and raised his eyelids.

Suddenly his eyes locked on one of them.

"Crack!"

He threw the bowl in his hand to the ground, jumped up suddenly and pulled the smaller official out of the crowd.

"Brother Han...you...what are you doing."

"What to do? Teach you what the rules are!"

After Brother Han said that, he picked up the huge palm and hit the other person's face.

"Clap!!"

These two slaps did not hold back and directly knocked the person unconscious.

The mouth was full of blood.

Everyone was frightened when they saw this scene. They didn't know what happened to Lao Han, who was usually quite amiable.

But none of them dared to persuade them, they could only stand aside and watch.

"I'm going to fuck you!"

Brother Han lifted the man up and threw him directly out of the door, causing him to fall hard and fall to the ground motionless.

Everyone looked at each other. It was a very cold day. Even if it hadn't snowed yet, the temperature at night was bone-chilling. If they were thrown out like this, they would probably be dead in one night.

An older man came forward, took out the cigarette rod from his waist, put some tobacco on it, and gave it to Brother Han.

Brother Han took it, wrapped his sleeves around the cigarette holder in disgust, wiped it hard a few times, and then put it in his mouth.

The old man took out a piece of red charcoal from the stove and lit it for Brother Han.

Before he could speak, Brother Han said, "Old Zhang, don't say I'm ruthless. I beat him out of love and care for such a brainless idiot."

"Yes, yes, but Xiaodong is young after all..."

"do not!"

Halfway through Lao Zhang's words, Brother Han signaled him to stop. He took a puff of cigarette and looked around at everyone.

"This morning, this boy was on duty on Ping'an Street. He was always patrolling in plainclothes. I saw him flirting lazily with the girl selling bean curds, so I gave him a reminder.

In the end, this kid didn't take him seriously and ignored him, but he still mocked the boss in a weird way.

Just now, I was drinking with the adults and always talked about things. The adults scolded me bloody and told me that our group would go to Taiping Street to patrol in the future. "As soon as they heard the words Taiping Street, everyone's expressions froze, and the few people who had just been thinking of helping and begging immediately changed their focus and began to curse.

"Isn't this a life-threatening thing? I've told him a long time ago that this thing is harmful to people, don't just do nothing, damn it!"

Zhang Jun noticed that many people were holding knives and staring at the boy outside the door with red eyes.

I can't help but sigh in my heart.

Brother Han seemed to be ruthless, but he blocked everyone's hands in advance.

If he hadn't beaten him severely, everyone would probably have wanted to kill him by now.

It seems that Brother Han is also a person who can take on troubles.

After everyone yelled at each other, Old Man Zhang said with a bitter face: "Brother Han, should we go to Taiping Street, East Street or West Street?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately shut up and looked at Brother Han.

Brother Han took a puff of cigarette and said nothing.

It seemed that he was deliberately whetting everyone's appetite.

Everyone could only wait eagerly.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun stepped forward and asked softly: "How is East Street, what about West Street?"

"East Street will ruin your fortune, West Street will kill you."

Lao Zhang explained something to him, but it was just this sentence, but he didn't say the reason.

Brother Han saw that his mood had almost stabilized, and then he said, "Fortunately, another group of unlucky guys have been transferred to West Street."

After hearing this, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was indispensable to greet Xiaodong with curses for a while.

"It's a one-week shift, everyone, be careful. It's better to lose some money than to lose your life. Incense, candles, fruits, etc. are all small amounts. I will be responsible for paying them, and the rest will be deducted from Xiaodong's salary."

As soon as Brother Han said these words, everyone's expressions softened.

"Brother Han is a righteous man. We Kuhaha are blessed to be able to stay with you for eight lifetimes."

The old man hurriedly gave Brother Han the cigarette pot and stuffed it with tobacco again and began to flatter him.

Everyone also said in agreement: "Brother Han is so generous. When this week's shift is over, we will join forces to buy you a table at the Eight Immortals Tower."

"Yes, yes, I must let Brother Han make up for it with this drink."

Everyone expressed their gratitude with each other's words.

Although the incense, candles and fruits are only small amounts of money, they can't support the large quantity. After counting miscellaneously, there are only three or four taels of silver.

This money is Brother Han's monthly salary.

Brother Han signaled everyone to be quiet, and then began to assign tasks.

East Street does not simply point to a street, but a neighborhood, a large area, including the front three streets, the middle three streets, the back three streets, and three sections of routes.

After everyone divided the areas of responsibility, Brother Han looked at the night and it was getting brighter: "It's almost dawn, it will be the fourth watch soon. Let's make a fire and wash our faces. We went to East Street on the first day, so everyone still fights. It’s better to cheer up.”

Brother Han couldn't sleep no matter what.

Although East Street is said to be a loss of money, that place is not peaceful after all. Going to such a dangerous place, it would be strange not to play drums.

Everyone began to put on their coats, boil water to wash their faces, and light a fire to cook.

As for Xiaodong, even if he was thrown outside the door, no one would pay attention to him.

Until Brother Han walked out of the door, took a look, and said coldly: "Pour a basin of cold water on him to wake him up, and let him be responsible for following me on the streets."

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Brother Han is deliberately helping Xiaodong.

Otherwise, if he got into such a big trap, everyone would probably be ready to beat him to death. Not only would they draw their swords and fight him to death, they would also have to wear small shoes for him.

If someone really has murderous intentions, he only needs to slow down a few steps while patrolling the streets and deliberately make the kid lose his etiquette, and that will make him die without a burial place.

Zhang Jun didn't say anything from beginning to end. He was just curious about where this East Street was and why it made everyone so fearful.

Breakfast was sparse, and Zhang Jun had no appetite, so he simply didn't eat it.

He and Lao Zhang were in a group, and they were responsible for patrolling Shangsan Street. After dinner, Lao Zhang took him out.

After walking out of the door, Lao Zhang sighed: "If Xiaodong's father hadn't had a life-long friendship with Brother Han, who would have helped him like this? I hope Xiaodong can be more careful."

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Jun: "You are new here too. Don't imitate Xiaodong. He is protected by Brother Han. If it were us who made such a big mistake, we would have been killed by Brother Han long ago." I'll beat him to death."

Zhang Jun nodded.

He just asked: "Uncle Zhang, I'm new here. Where is East Street? Why do you say that East Street ruins money and West Street kills people?"

"Hey, don't ask, don't ask, just follow me and take a look."

It's not that Lao Zhang doesn't want to say it, it's just that he doesn't know how to explain it.

I took Zhang Jun to buy some fruits and snacks on the roadside, carrying a bamboo basket, and walked east with Zhang Jun.

After crossing two streets, Lao Zhang knelt down and motioned to Zhang Jun to wait: "It's not time yet. If we go now, we have to wait until the fourth watch sounds to disturb the gods."

While talking, Lao Zhang picked up his cigarette bag and started smoking again.

Zhang Jun had no choice but to squat aside and wait.

Only when he heard the watchman calling the fourth watch in the distance did Lao Zhang stand up, carry the fruit basket and lead Zhang Jun forward.

When I walked to the street, I saw a sign standing in front of me, which clearly read
[In the upper three realms, every year is withered and prosperous. With the snap of a finger, there are two worlds of sand and gravel. 】

Zhang Jun looked inside and saw no one on both sides of the empty street, but there were densely packed shrines standing on both sides.

It seems that this is not a street, but more like a temple.

(End of this chapter)