I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 49

At this moment, the genius was just dawning, and the morgue was filled with the gloomy smell of disinfectant.

The eldest nephew who was lying on the stretcher suddenly got up and put it on his shoulders. Who could bear this?

The second child was also a brave and careful person. He was so frightened that he screamed, rolled his eyes and fainted from fear.

"Hey, second uncle, second uncle??"

Zhang Jun was stunned. He didn't expect that this second uncle was so timid and was actually scared to death.

He pushed his second uncle casually and let him fall to the ground. Zhang Jun tilted his head and looked at the others.

"Why aren't you talking? Wasn't it very lively just now? Auntie, why are you hiding behind and looking? Hey, Jiajia, when did you come back? Come, let my cousin see if you have grown taller."

Zhang Jun grinned and looked at everyone's faces.

After looking around, his eyes finally locked on the chubby face of the third uncle, and his smile gradually faded:

"I haven't even put my ashes in the urn yet, and you guys are so anxious to give my parents some siblings. Believe it or not, I've turned into an evil ghost and I'll take you all away tonight!"

This sentence made everyone tremble with fear, and the cousin hiding in the corner was so frightened that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Xiao... Xiao... Xiaojun, you misunderstood. This is what the old man meant."

The third uncle was crying and speechless, so he knelt down, kowtowed to Zhang Jun and sent him away quickly.

"You mean I take the old man away first so that you can divide the family property, right?"

Zhang Jun looked at the third uncle with a half-smile but not a smile. The third uncle's expression changed, but he didn't dare to say these words. He lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake and didn't even dare to breathe.

Seeing their embarrassed appearance, the smile on Zhang Jun's face became more and more ferocious. He stepped forward and grabbed the third child's arm: "How about you come with me first."

"what!"

The third child was so frightened that his legs weakened in an instant, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Xiaojun, I...I...I am blinded by lard. You adults don't remember the faults of villains. In the future, uncle will burn more money for you." , whatever you need, I will burn it for you, but you must not take me away."

The third child was already crying with snot and tears. Zhang Jun reached out and patted his head, looking at the others.

Anyone caught by Zhang Jun's gaze immediately cried and knelt on the ground for fear of being taken away by Zhang Jun.

"Xiaojun, I have been the best to you since you were a child. Your cousin is not married yet, so you can't take your aunt away."

The second aunt had been frightened to the point of peeing, and the faint yellow liquid flowed out of her trouser legs, emitting a pungent smell of mutton.

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of these relatives, Zhang Jun lowered his head silently. Seeing his sudden silence, everyone raised their heads in confusion.

I saw Zhang Jun's body twitching unconsciously.

"Pfft...ha...hahaha..."

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Zhang Jun sat down on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

Seeing him laughing wantonly and wildly, everyone looked at each other.

At this time, Zhang's mother finally realized something. She stepped forward and hugged Zhang Jun: "Xiaojun, you're not dead, right? You're not dead, you're still alive, right?"

Looking at the anxious and concerned woman in front of him, Zhang Jun sighed. After all, he didn't harden his heart: "Yes, I went to hell for a while, and the Lord of Hell thought I didn't bring enough money, so he sent me back."

As soon as Zhang Jun said this, everyone was stunned.

The third child's eyes widened even more, and he got up with anger on his face, pointing at Zhang Jun: "You... you... are so outrageous!"

The other three aunts and six aunts finally realized that they had been tricked by Zhang Jun. They all stood up angrily and started to point at Zhang Jun and scold him.

But before he even opened his mouth, Zhang Jun gave him a cold glare, and his cold eyes made everyone's hearts tremble.

This is a demon.

is a jerk.

Why doesn't he die? !

Everyone was cursing viciously, but no one dared to shout out their feelings. After all, many people present had suffered at the hands of Zhang Jun.

"Hey, boring."

Zhang Jun had had enough trouble and was too lazy to argue with these relatives any more. He stood up and said, "Why don't you leave? Why don't you wait for a feast?"

After hearing this, everyone was even more unwilling to stay any longer, and immediately turned around and left without looking back.

"Xiaojun, you..."

Father Zhang stepped forward and looked at his son in front of him, his face full of guilt but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"You guys should go back too. I have nothing to do. Oh, by the way, help me call the police station and explain."

"Xiaojun, are you really okay?" Zhang's mother grabbed Zhang Jun's arm and refused to let go. "Go back. I have nothing to do. I have other things to do. I'm leaving now. I'll tell the old man when I go back. I'll go find him again when he celebrates his birthday. I hope he can wear his shroud neatly. point."

After speaking, Zhang Jun gently swept away his mother's hand and walked out without looking back.

When Zhang Jun walked out of the morgue, he took a look and found that the old man was sitting in the corner waiting for him.

"Let you see a joke."

The old Taoist waved his hand indifferently: "It is difficult for an upright official to deal with household affairs. No one has a lot of bad debts. We monks don't care about this."

After saying that, he stared at Zhang Jun and said meaningfully: "My dear disciple, you will be a monk from now on. Now that you have left the family, the bad debts in this family have nothing to do with you."

Zhang Jun did not refute the old man this time. Instead, he bowed his hands respectfully and said, "I will follow Master's teachings."

"Ruzi Kejiao, this is the address of the Taoist temple. After you wipe your butt, come find me."

The old man gave Zhang Jun the address he had prepared earlier, patted his butt and left.

"Master!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Jun hurriedly called out to him: "I am alive now, what will happen to that lame old man?"

"He!"

The old Taoist scratched his head: "Do you know why his nickname is Nie Xianren?"

"I don't know." Zhang Jun has no research on literature.

"The word "薨" was reserved for those high-ranking officials and powerful people in the past. He was dedicated to helping these people, so there was no bottom line in his behavior and he often did things that were harmful to nature and justice.

His legs were maimed by someone back then. I remember there were rumors in the world at that time that if he dared to harm others in the future, someone would come and take his life. Alas, it seems like it was decades ago. "

At this point, the old Taoist didn't say any more. Zhang Jun seemed to have understood the meaning and didn't ask any more questions.

After the two said goodbye at the door of the funeral home, Zhang Jun thought for a while and went to the hospital first.

After all, Fatty Li doesn’t know whether to live or die yet.

By the way, he took out the note given by the old Taoist before and gave money to the families of the corpses one by one.

At this time the other end.

Old man Xue is lying in the hospital.

A separate ward suite, with six police officers' luxurious configuration outside.

Even if a doctor comes in for an examination, at least one police officer needs to stand at the door and watch.

No matter what the public opinion is, after all, this is a murderer. More importantly, this guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If there is any trouble, seven or eight people will not be able to control him.

At this time, a doctor came in and carefully examined Old Man Xue's wounds under the watchful eyes of police officers.

"Old man, I'm afraid you're not optimistic about your injuries."

"Is it the injury on the shoulder?"

"No, you have a comminuted fracture of the scapula. We have performed debridement surgery for you. Just take the medicine on time and make sure there is no inflammation. I am talking about the injuries elsewhere on your body."

The doctor frowned while holding the medical records: "You have too many old injuries on your body. Most of them have healed, but the injury on your thigh has never healed."

Old Man Xue closed his eyes and said feebly after hearing this: "It's not in the way, as long as you can walk."

Hearing this, the doctor glanced at Old Man Xue, stepped forward, patted his shoulder gently, and said in his ear with a mosquito-like voice: "The injury on your leg does not affect walking, but why can't you remember the pain?" Woolen cloth?"

Old Man Xue's half-lidded eyelids opened, and his pupils stared intently at the doctor in front of him: "Who are you!!"

The doctor didn't answer him. He didn't even bother to say a word of nonsense. After looking through the medical records several times in a routine manner, he turned and left. Old man Xue was left lying on the bed blankly. After a while, he suddenly felt a sensation in his five internal organs. There was a huge pain in the six organs.

"what!!"

Old Man Xue let out a scream, and blood couldn't stop flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. The entire corridor of the ward suddenly became a mess.

The strange thing is that when the doctors arrived, they found that old man Xue was bleeding all over his body, especially the lame leg, which gave off a rotten stench.

Old man Xue did not die suddenly immediately, but he was already unconscious and was still repeating one sentence:

"The white horse returns home in the morning and at night, the white horse returns home in the morning and night..."

No one knew what this sentence meant, so they could only rush to the operating room. On the way to the operating room, old man Xue couldn't hold on anymore and died inexplicably.

It is said that during the autopsy later, the forensic doctor cut open Old Man Xue's thigh and discovered that on the broken bone of his thigh, someone had carved a line of words the size of a grain of rice:
"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. If you don't believe me, look up, and the sky will spare anyone."

(End of this chapter)