I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 93 Betting on Life (Third update!)
Before the nurse could get up, the elevator door had closed again.

This trick is really effective.

What should I do if I make a mistake?What if the person is not a nurse but a technician?

Where did the technician come from in the middle of the night? Besides, if it’s wrong, it’s wrong. What’s the big deal?

The master said that he would be in some trouble tonight, and he guessed that this woman would not be the only one.

Zhang Jun suspected that he had been targeted since he separated from his master.

Maybe these people are going for the master, or maybe they are looking for me to avenge the group during the day. In short, it is not peaceful tonight.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun did not take the stairs next to him, but walked to the east of the inpatient building.

There are six helicopters in the middle of the hospital.

Since the veteran has said that he should not force himself, Zhang Jun is happy to stay away.

However, when Zhang Jun walked to the elevator and took a look, he found that of the six elevators that usually operate, only one was open today.

This is obviously unreasonable.

Zhang Jun of the small hospital didn't know, but in a tertiary hospital like this, the elevator would never be closed no matter how late it was.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun looked up at the surveillance camera above his head.

He immediately turned around and pushed open the fire escape door on the side. Instead of going down, he quickly rushed up.

He walked very lightly and was physically strong. He jumped up three flights of steps in one stride without even triggering the voice-activated light in the corridor.

After climbing up to the third floor in one breath, Zhang Jun suddenly stopped and stared at the dark corridor ahead.

A vague shadow was squatting in the corner, holding a cigarette in his hand. As the other person puffed and puffed, the cigarette butt flickered in and out of darkness.

Zhang Jun slowed down, walked up step by step, and jumped over the opponent at the same time.

cigarette!
Went out.

It's already early morning.

Three cars passed through the narrow streets of the village.

Until they came to the gate of the Taoist temple, an old man in a Chinese tunic suit stepped out of the car.

The dark crutch has a leaping tiger engraved on the armrest.

The cloudy eyes under the white hair glanced at the Taoist temple in front of him.

"I haven't recognized this place for so many years."

"Grandpa, do you want me to accompany you in?" The young man at the side stepped forward to hold the old man's arm and asked softly.

"No, if you are too busy, go to this place and see if the wine shop is still there. If it is, give him this note. I have a jar of aged rice wine at their house. You can Bring it back to me."

The old man took out a yellowed note from his sleeve and handed it to the young man. The young man took it and nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away."

"You are all waiting here."

The old man gave another instruction to the people following him, and then walked inside with a cane.

"Buzz!"

The half-open Taoist temple door emitted a harsh buzzing sound.

He saw a bonfire burning in the yard, and a figure wearing a monk's robe turned his back to him, sitting in front of the bonfire.

The old man walked down the steps slowly, and the chickens and geese trapped at the door were huddled together quietly at the moment.

"Crack, crack!"

The bonfire burst out with sparks. The old man walked to the bonfire and looked around. He found that Miaozhen himself was sitting on two bricks, with a look of disgust on his face.

He turned around and saw the stone mound next to him, so he simply walked over, wiped the soil on it with his hand, and leaned half of his body on the stone, holding a walking stick with one hand to support himself.

I twisted a few times to find a more comfortable position.

"Right here... uh... yes, right here."

The old man looked around and pointed to the open space in front of him: "At that time, Meng Xingliang killed Yanzi hand Pei Qing with one knife. The knife was very fast. Pei Qing could have escaped, but he stood in the wrong position and hit the blind spot. Meng Xingliang was hit by Meng Xingliang. Cut off the head with one knife.”

The old man looked at the dancing flames in front of his eyes and recalled the fighting that year.

"The sword technique he used was very strange, and we couldn't figure out how to do it. It's a pity that Yan Zishou's unique skill has been passed down. His wife and children have lost their asylum, and there is no news about the war. It's a disaster."

After saying that, the old man looked to the other side.

I saw a stone pile half buried in the soil in front of the door.

"I remember there were nine stone piles in total. I heard Ge Weng, the commander of the Eight Gates Golden Point, said that this is called the Nine Palaces and Eight Gates Mystic Formation. Oops, this formation is powerful. We rushed in as if we were entering a cloth. It was the same in the bag, the sky was spinning, and it was hard to tell the difference between east, west, north and south. He stood guard at the front of the formation, holding an iron rod, and stabbing it in would kill a person. Finally, it was Hanazi from the Beggar Gang who packed explosives and rushed in, and it was broken. This formation."

The old man is like a grandfather sitting in front of a campfire and telling stories.

He slowly named unfamiliar names one after another.

Strange?
These names had not been mentioned by him for many years, but when he read them at this moment, the faces of these people seemed to be right in front of him, sitting aside and listening to his story.It wasn't until the end that he looked at Taoist Miaozhen who was sitting next to the campfire.

"I was the one who killed Meng Xingliang. I attacked him from behind with a double dart and died in the middle of the back. You want revenge. If our Gong family doesn't hide, there are seven of them outside. Including me as an old man, you have eight people." Just move your mouth and we will die immediately."

After the old man finished speaking, he took out a thick genealogy from his sleeve and threw it on the ground.

"If you think it's not enough, this is our family's genealogy. Now four generations of our Gong family are on it. The birth dates are clearly written on it. You can kill me if you want. But if you want to reverse the case for Meng Xingliang, huh, no! "

Miaozhen raised her head, looked at the family tree on the ground, and reached out to pick it up.

Without opening it to read, I threw it into the bonfire.

He raised his head and smiled at the old man in front of him: "Brother Gong, what are you talking about? I'm not a murderer. I can't be so generous."

"Ah."

Old Gong narrowed his eyes: "So you agree."

"As long as you agree, the Gong family will never forget your kindness. The next three generations of the Gong family will recognize your kindness."

Miaozhen didn't say anything, but looked at the old stubborn in front of him with a smile: "I am a monk, so what's the use of asking for favors from your family? I just want my disciple to be innocent."

"you!!!"

Old Gong's eyes were wide-eyed. Although he was old, he was still powerful. A cold snort made the bonfire in front of him shake and the flames billow.

"What if I don't agree!"

Miaozhen stared at the wild fire in front of him, raised his hand and threw a piece of firewood in, waved his sleeves, and the flame gradually became docile.

"You, I, and everyone know that he was wronged."

Old Man Gong was silent.

Everyone knew in their hearts that Meng Xingliang, the protagonist of that tragedy, was unjustly accused.

But this cannot be acknowledged.

After admitting this, what will happen to the people who died at the hands of Meng Xingliang?

The Gong family's face is optional, but what is involved later is the reputation of so many people.

Even if someone among them has died.

If one person stands up, everyone will be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Because what was involved in this incident was not only Meng Xingliang, but also those who helped Meng Xingliang escape. None of them were spared.

If Meng Xingliang is overturned, it will be announced to the entire alien community that those who participated in the pursuit of Meng Xingliang, those families and sects, whether they died in the battle or survived, were all wrong.

They are the executioners, the bastards who kill innocent people.

Old man Gong can't do this.

"Snapped!"

The bonfire crackled from time to time, but the two faced each other in silence.

This is a dead end.

"grandfather!"

At this time, a young man walked in from the door, holding a jar of wine in his hand.

The young man came over and came between the two old men.

"Grandpa, the wine was brought here. The store is still there. After seeing the receipt, they said that their family has been keeping this jar of wine for two generations. After taking it away, their family is going to close down."

Old Man Gong nodded and motioned for him to put down the wine.

He frowned and said to Miaozhen in front of him: "This is my grandson, his name is Gong Liu."

"Liu'er, you haven't paid your respects to Taoist Master Miaozhen yet."

"Yes!"

The young man made a gesture of respect with both hands, with the thumb of his left hand raised, and the thumb of his right hand also raised, and he put it on his left thumb. He bent forward and bowed: "Junior Gong Liu, pay homage to the senior."

Miaozhen looked back and said, "What a good body. In two years, no one in your family will be able to compete with this kid."

Old Gong didn't say anything, just stared at Miaozhen and said: "I heard that you also accepted a disciple, and your skills are very good. Why not make a bet."

"What to bet!"

Old Man Gong took a deep breath: "Bet on your life!!"

　There are 30 items in this chapter, and more will be added tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)