C6

Leng Qing reached out her hand and pushed open the door, leading Murong Duo into the room. She then lit up the oil lamp.

In the center of the room, there was a wooden table and a few wooden stools. Murong Duo sat in front of the table and looked around.

There were a few pieces of old clothes hanging on the wooden wall. In the other room, there were two wooden beds. They must be the bedrooms of the pair. Although they were simple and crude, the house was still relatively clean.

He took out a silver ingot and placed it on the table, saying, "This old man wants to stay here for a few days, you can't reveal my tracks, this silver tael is my reward." "If you reveal it, hehe …"

With a cold laugh, he extended his palm and slapped the wooden stool beside him. With a crack, the wooden stool broke into pieces. He then continued, "This old man smacked your head just like that, hmm, also smacked your father's head. Think about it, your head is tougher than this stool?"

Leng Qing opened her mouth, unable to speak. He didn't know if he was intimidated by the old man's powerful palm strike or if he was surprised by how big the silver ingot on the table was, but it was at least three times bigger than the ingot the Daoist Qing Qing bought for the chestnut.

At this time, a person slowly walked into the alley while humming a lustful little tune. When Leng Qing heard the voice, she came back to her senses. "Father is back."

After a while, a scrawny old man with a wretched face pushed open the door. When he saw Leng Qing, he cursed, "You little bastard, where are you going to die today …"

Just as he was about to ask who he was, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a large piece of silver on the table and quickly grabbed it into his arms. His old eyes, which had been squinting for years, widened until they looked like they were about to fall out as he stuttered: "This … This... "Where did it come from?"

When Murong Duo entered the room, he pulled down his bamboo hat to cover his entire face and said in a gentle voice: "This old man has experienced a relapse and was lucky enough to have your son help me. This silver is my reward, please accept it."

Hearing this, Old Lord Leng was overjoyed. He quickly said, "Good, good …"

Murong Duo's voice turned cold as he said in a dense voice: "But this old man does not want anyone to disturb me. I will leave after resting here for a few days. You cannot let others know about this. At that time, this old man will reward you handsomely. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Old Man Leng thanked him profusely and said with a smile, "This little one understands. I will not disturb you nor disturb you. Please rest assured, even if my grandfather came out of the coffin to ask me, this little one will not say anything."

He turned around and saw Leng Qing standing there with a worried look on her face. With a slap, he cursed, "What are you daydreaming for? Hurry up and pour me some water to drink."

Murong Duo entered the inner room and sat cross-legged at the head of the bed. He waved his hand and said: "No need. Go outside and buy some food and wine. The child will stay here to accompany me."

"Yes!" Old Lord Cold agreed and took a few steps back. Then he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him and going out to buy food and wine. He felt like he was drinking honey in his heart as he thought sweetly, "Damn it, just now that old bitch Jade Nook Restaurant called me a pauper, hehe …" If only I had slammed such a large piece of silver on the table, I would have shouted, 'Grandpa will order Little Peach Blossom's number one card tonight!' Haha … "F * cking hell, what old procuress and turtle official, those people all stared with wide eyes, haha …"

Xin rushed to the entrance of the alley, but suddenly, she bumped into someone and almost fell down.

The person he heard cursed, "Blind your dog eyes, you bastard …" With a loud smack, his face was slapped.

Old Lord Leng looked carefully and could not help but inwardly complain. In front of him was a round-faced rich businessman with a fierce face, behind him were two large men holding flower lanterns. It was the infamous tyrant in Luoyang, the white-eyed big boss known as the "ingrate".

A man with a pockmarked face, who was walking behind him, took a few steps forward and kicked the old man on the butt. "F * ck off, you old thing! You didn't bring your eyes along? You almost ruined Master Bai's mood!"

Seeing them stop in front of the door of the third room, the old man could not help but reveal a look of pity. He sighed to himself, "Fourth Brother Qi is going to have a bad luck again, his grandmother's fate is all due to that little bitch Chun Fang."

He saw the pockmarked man go up and knock on the door. The door was knocked loudly, but there was no sound from inside the room.

Another guy cursed, "Fuck, are you dead?" With a bang, the door was kicked open by the pockmarked man. None of the poor families had a courtyard, so the three directly passed through the front hall and into the back room.

The furnishings in the room were roughly the same as Leng Qing's house. There was a wooden bed next to the wall, and on the bed stood a husband and wife. The man was about 30 years old and was dark and thin.

The two of them were so shocked that their faces turned pale when they saw the three ingrate barge in. The man plopped to his knees and kowtowed as if he was pounding garlic. He began to cry out 'hehe'. It was unknown what he said, but he was actually mute.

The ingrate was impatient. He kicked the man in the chest, knocking him to the ground and shouted, "Get out!" The two idlers hung up the lanterns and went up to pull them.

The woman had some guts. She stood in front of her husband and said, "Uncle Bai, you said last time that you would let us go as long as you agree. But today you've come to bully us. Why?"

"Hehe …" "You want to reason with me?" The ingrate laughed sinisterly, pinching the woman's face with his hand and laughing evilly: "You slut, I didn't play enough last time. This isn't the first time I've come to play again, what are you pretending to be a lady for? Just like before, if you follow Master, you will get your own benefits. "

The woman's face was filled with misery as she looked back at her husband. In an instant, she seemed to have made up her mind and went back to her bedside to take out a blue package. If you really like Chun Fang, I ask you to stop writing a letter. Chun Fang will willingly follow you into the palace as a slave and serve you as a servant. "It's just that my husband and Chun Fang grew up, so I lost less parents. Thanks to my husband's care, I was able to survive. Please don't make things difficult for my husband, we don't dare to take your silver …"

The ingrate didn't wait for the woman to finish her words, he raised his hand and slapped the woman on the face, "Slut, what are you? You're fit to enter the old master's residence. The old master has many women he's playing with, but you've all come home with the old master." With a wave of his hand, the two men grabbed the woman's arms and pressed her down on the bed.

The white-eyed wolf walked up and grabbed the woman's skirt and ripped it open, laughing obscenely: "You little slut, you don't know what's good for you, you want me to use force. Hehe, but the more it is like this, the more I like it."

As he spoke, he tore off the woman's underpants, but the woman, whom he had chanced to meet in the street a few days before, led her men to her house and was ravaged.

Infuriated and anxious, the ingrate waved his hand left and right, slapping the woman a few times in the face. The woman's body and arms were tightly held down by the two hulks. She was powerless to struggle, but her eyes were filled with hatred, yet she did not dare to utter a single word.

The ingrate had a reputation for a long time, for fear of infuriating him and harming his husband. The woman had also been born into a family of books. Although her family had been ruined, she was quite shrewd. Ever since that day, she had been thinking day and night about schemes, afraid that the ingrate would harass her again. That speech just now was a decision made after several days of hard work.

The skinny, black man continued to kneel there in a daze, his face filled with helplessness and fear. Since he was young, he had not killed a single chicken. Suddenly, he could no longer endure it any longer. He let out a strange cry, picked up an item and suddenly threw it at the white-eyed wolf's head.

The ingrate, caught off guard, cried out in pain. It turned out to be a blue package that had fallen to the ground when the woman had been pressed down, a few pieces of silver rolling on the ground.

The thin, black man charged forward again, his hands taking advantage of the momentum to grab the white-eyed wolf by the neck. He let out a howl, and his expression was that of a ferocious beast.

The two idlers were stunned for a moment. They did not expect this timid man to hit the old master. When he rushed at them, they let go of the woman and grabbed her.

The pockmarked man grabbed the man's neck from behind and pulled him back. The other took the wooden stick from the white-eyed wolf's hand and hit the man on the head with all his might. It was unknown how many times the stick broke with a "kacha" sound.

The man slowly let go of his hands and collapsed to the ground. His eyes were wide open and foaming at the mouth.

The ingrate coughed several times before he was able to catch his breath. He scolded, "Damn it, you want to strangle me to death?!" He viciously kicked the man in the chest, furiously landing with all his might. With just a few kicks, the man let out a "ho" and immediately died.

The two men hastily pulled at the ingrate, and one of them anxiously said, "Master has made a big fuss, someone has died!"

The ingrate snorted and said, "What are you panicking for? How much is this poor bastard's life worth? "

The woman threw herself onto her husband's body and started crying loudly. Seeing this, the ingrate lost interest. However, when the woman cried out, her shoulders shook. She was extremely moving. Suddenly, their interest was piqued again. With a wink, the two idlers dragged the woman back to the bed.

Tears flowed down the woman's face and she glared at the ingrate. She said fiercely, "The heavens seem to have eyes. I wish for the little lady to turn into a ghost and devour the flesh of this evil man, hahaha..." Suddenly, he raised his head and laughed three times. With a "ge" sound, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He had actually bit his tongue and committed suicide.

Despite the many evils that the ingrate had committed, he was still frightened and took two steps back. He was originally here to have fun, but Wu Yu was actually so disheartened. His heart was filled with resentment, and he viciously thought to himself, "This little bitch would rather die than help this daddy out, this is all your fault. No wonder this lord is ruthless, you have to get rid of the roots first, you can't leave any evidence behind, otherwise there will be endless troubles in the future."

He turned around and ordered the idle man to set the house on fire as he walked outside. He was just about to reach the door when he saw a man leaning against the wall of the front room. The man fell down with a scream. He rolled out a large amount of silver ingots from his chest. It was old man Leng.