I descend into the world of heaven

Why can't we reincarnate yet? Wouldn't the demolition of the City God's Temple still deter a few children?

"I see, then I won't bother you."

Chen Chu put on his straw hat again, hugged the man and went to Zichuan County.

Passing by the last breakfast stall, he paused and saw the boss sitting there with a sad face and not knowing what he was thinking. Several pedestrians passed by and they didn't even bother to shout...

He asked: "Boss, your stall also sells herbal tea in the afternoon. You are so downcast. Could it be that it is difficult to do business?"

The boss raised his head after hearing this and found that it was the scholar he had chatted with two months ago. He was immediately startled: "So it's you. Why are there so many scars on your body? Did you encounter a gangster?"

After not seeing each other for two months, he first cared about Chen Chu's injuries and said, "You're a scholar. There's a lot of chaos outside. You don't have any good skills. Now, if you go out eight times, you may not be able to get six back. You're so brave." too big!"

As he spoke, the boss got up and took a bowl of herbal tea from the stall with a spoon and put it on the table: "Drink some to relieve your fatigue."

Chen Chu said thank you, picked up the tea bowl and poured it into his stomach.

The boss returned to his previous sad look and said, "Did you know that our county magistrate and master in Zichuan County ran away quietly without even saying hello..."

Chen Chu: "Run away?"

The boss hummed: "This guy who got a thousand cuts, it is said that he offended the ghosts and gods by raiding our people last time. He pretended to make a show the next day and paid back the money. But a month ago, he invited a bunch of Taoist priests." The monk was in the yamen and started to search for money again, using harder and more ruthless methods. Anyone who refused to give it would be beaten severely by the yamen servants!

After searching for the money, someone saw him running away surrounded by the Taoist monks at night..."

He rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, revealing the scars: "My arms and back have been hit with sticks several times. Fortunately, I can bear it, otherwise it would be tragic if I fainted like Tan Xiucai did!"

There was a crack in the bowl in Chen Chu's hand, and he took out a broken piece of silver and put it on the table: "Tan Xiucai...is the boss talking about Tan Jinxuan? Can you tell me more about him?"

The boss put the broken silver back into Chen Chu's hands. Although he was in a tight situation now, he had not yet made such money. He said, "It is Tan Jinxuan who is Tan Xiucai. For some reason, his relationship with old man Fan from the south suddenly changed." When he gets better, I'll visit him every now and then.

A month ago, the county magistrate who had killed thousands of people came out with a bunch of bastards to collect the money. They took it to Old Man Fan's house and paid it to everyone else. Old Man Fan refused to give even a single copper coin, so he immediately angered the county magistrate and asked the government officials to beat him up. Had a meal!

Tan Xiucai just happened to pass by and hurriedly stopped him, but he was also beaten. It was very miserable. It is said that the blood from his buttocks seeped out of his clothes, making it difficult to look directly..."

Chen Chu stood up: "Tan Jinxuan has a great reputation, this county magistrate is very courageous!"

The boss chuckled and said: "More than just fame, Tan Xiucai was obsessed with practicing breathing, and it seemed to have succeeded. It is said that at that time, he spit out blue smoke from his mouth to scare the county magistrate, but he failed to calm down, and it was just a cover-up, so he was beaten particularly badly.

Tan Xiucai is a scholar, his body is weak, and he cannot walk naturally now. Speaking of old man Fan, it is even worse. He was beaten for a long time and is still lying down. The situation is not good..."

Not so good? !

Chen Chu immediately knew what the boss was talking about, so he pressed the broken silver at the bottom of the bowl, turned around and hurried away in the direction of Fan Ming's old house!

As soon as I arrived in the south of the county, I entered an alley and went around a few alleys, and saw several people standing outside Fan Ming's house, including the old lady who introduced the house to Chen Chu with a sign last time.

Chen Chu walked over, but before he could say anything, the old lady said with a bitter look on her face: "Here you come! Old Man Fan is probably dying. This old guy is lying motionless. He is as thin as a skeleton. If he doesn't miss his son, he will I don’t miss my wife, but I keep chanting your name..."

"I'll go in and take a look."

He pushed through the crowd, opened the door, entered the courtyard and went straight to the wing.

In the room of old man Fan Ming, Tan Jinxuan was sitting on the bedside in a strange posture. Fan Ming was lying on the bed. There was a Taoist priest who was shaking a bell and chanting some incantation, as if trying to pull him up.

When Tan Jinxuan noticed Chen Chu's arrival, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head and said, "Fellow Taoist, you entrusted me to take good care of the old man. I did not fulfill my responsibility. The fault is mine. I...I can accept any punishment for breaking my promise."

How can one guard against thieves for a thousand days?

He won't blame Tan Jinxuan. With his current behavior, he might not even be able to beat the breakfast shop owner...

Chen Chu walked to the bed and sat on the edge. He looked at Old Man Fan, who had become as thin as a skeleton in just one month, and sighed: "You...your body is the most important thing, and money is all external things."

Old Man Fan, who was in a state of confusion on the bed, heard Chen Chu's voice. He opened his eyelids, his cloudy eyes lit up a little, and he actually sat up.

"I have potions here that can heal your injuries."

Chen Chu took out the potion, gave one to Tan Jinxuan, and opened another bottle to Old Man Fan.

He fed Old Man Fan to drink.

The strong medicinal power made Old Man Fan's vitality suddenly strong, but after only holding on for two seconds, his vitality plummeted.

Old Man Fan seemed to notice something. He reached out and took out a package from the bedside and stuffed it into Chen Chu's hand. He said vaguely: "You are a kind and righteous person. You can tolerate my bad temper and carry water." Cook rice and serve vegetables.

Everything in here is given to you, keep it well, it is my little thought..."

The light in his eyes faded and his body went limp. Chen Chu quickly stretched out his hand to support him: "It'll be okay..."

Old Man Fan smiled and said nothing. Slowly, his eyes gradually became dull, looking at the beams of the house, and his hands made a thread-twisting movement in the air, as if it was his body's instinct.

His body stiffened, his breathing became rapid, and his body softened again. A faint odor emitted from his lower body, his pupils slowly lost their response, and his hands fell on the bed...

He is dead.

Chen Chu thought this way.

Tan Jinxuan was as anxious as ants on an iron plate: "What should I do? What should I do?"

Chen Chu gently put Old Fan on the bed: "Let him lie down for a while." Opening the package, he saw several ingots of silver and a pile of broken silver and copper coins inside. Among them was something wrapped in oil paper. It's the title deed to this house.

Old Man Fan attached great importance to this house, and he did not expect to give all his belongings to him. Chen Chu really didn't expect that the package suddenly felt heavy in his hands...

Tan Jinxuan, who was sitting next to him, suddenly felt a chill coming up. For some reason, Chen Chu had no expression or said anything harsh, but the murderous aura emanating from his body was getting stronger and stronger.

Chen Chu made a clanging sound and unsheathed his long sword. His murderous intent was like a stone falling into the water, ripples constantly spreading out. He held his hand tightly, pointed the hilt of the sword between his eyebrows, looked at Old Man Fan's body and said, "Don't leave in a hurry. Otherwise, the dog officer will not be able to catch up with you..."

Yesterday when I went out to move my car, I almost had my leg amputated for free by a piece of iron sheet as big as a window. My motor cell potential in this life has been maximized, so I jumped over it (normal updates will start tomorrow)