Urgency is like a law (3)

Author: Han Xuefei

Urgency is like a law (3)

The ruined wall stood like pieces of paper, and the dilapidated house was also crumbling. Except for a barely passable roof, it was almost ventilated from all sides. From the outside, it was clear that as long as Zhang Dashan did not leave, the candlelight should not disappear.

"Go and have a look."

Gu Buquan and Ling An walked into the broken house. There was no sign of Zhang Dashan inside or outside. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared out of thin air.

After checking again, I determined that there was no back door to this broken house.

"Strange, can he still grow wings and fly to the sky?"

Gu Buquan looked at the roof. Although it was leaking wind and rain, it was not big enough for someone to get out.

She shook her head in confusion, "It's impossible to go to heaven, so the only way is to go to the earth."

Into the ground? Into the ground!

This place was originally a farm, and it was normal to have a cellar or something.

Ling An looked at his feet. The ground was paved with blue bricks. He knocked on it, and there seemed to be a hollow sound.

"There is a mystery underground." He said, then he lay on the ground and searched around. He was busy for a while, but he couldn't find the mechanism to go underground.

Ling An was looking for it on the ground, and she was groping around for it.

"Be careful." Suddenly Ling An jumped up and grabbed her with one hand, while quickly covering her mouth with the other hand.

She saw a gecko lying just two inches away from her hand.

She trembled all over, her heart was in her throat, and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets. She watched quietly as the gecko crawled between her fingers, climbed into the gap behind the half-zip door, and then disappeared.

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"Where did it go?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"The gap," he said.

He ignored it and lay down on the ground again. This time he only looked in at the gap between the green bricks. Finally, in the corner behind the door, he saw a glimmer of light between the cracks in the bricks.

"That's it." He dug with his hands for a long time but failed to pick up the green brick.

"Silly, try going down." She said.

Sure enough, with a slight press, the green bricks bounced down, revealing a stone step going down. There was still half a candle on the stone step, which was flickering with a weak light.

After going down a dozen stone steps, a square hut appeared in front of us.

There is a desk in the house, with a black and white box on the desk, and a stack of house and land transfer documents with fingerprints stamped on them. Some of the transferors are people from Maple Leaf Town that Gu Buquan is familiar with, and some are not, and they seem to be from the county.

They should be those so-called destined people.

On the brick wall behind the desk, two banners were hung, which read: "There are risks in fortune-telling, so be careful when casting your fate."

It seems that this is undoubtedly a fortune-telling bank.

But they did not see the figure of Zhang Dashan. Only the footprints left in the dust on the ground could prove that he had been here.

Ning Shen held her breath and searched again, and found a trace of light coming from the brick wall behind the desk. The two nodded knowingly, and were about to step forward when they suddenly heard the roar of people above.

"The fortune-telling bank, I found the fortune-telling bank."

It was the sound of flowers ringing bells, and she led the town's old and young people in with torches.

"Look, what I said is right, right? I've known for a long time that there is something wrong with this broken house, isn't it time to find it?" Hua Yaoling said proudly.

"The bell-ringing girl is truly a goddess."

"Thanks to the bell-ringing girl, otherwise we don't know how many people in Maple Leaf Town would have suffered from it."

"Bell-ringer girl, you are really the great savior of Maple Leaf Town."

Gu Buquan and Ling An looked at each other in confusion. When did all this become the result of Hua Yangling?

Looking at Hua Yangling's face through the light of those torches, she didn't blush and her heart didn't beat. She looked like she deserved it.

"So, the great savior of Maple Leaf Town, do you know who led us to the Fortune Telling Bank? Who is the owner of the bank?"

"Hmm..." Hua Yaoling's high-spirited mood was immediately brought back to its original form within a moment, and she said in a sultry voice, "Then who are you talking about? Where is the person?"

Gu Buquan didn't bother to answer the flower rattle and just pointed towards the brick wall behind the desk.

"What do you mean?" Hua Yangling was confused.

Ling An pushed the brick wall with his hand, and the wall opened like a door, revealing another room.

Zhang Dashan was sitting in the room, looking at the crowd pouring in with horror on his face.

"It's you, it turns out you are responsible for all this!"

"It turns out you are the one who runs the Fortune Telling Bank, you eater of people without spitting out their bones."

What is surprising is that there is another person in this room, huddled in the corner, skinny as a stick, with white hair that cannot be distinguished from hair or beard, his face and body are as white as death, but he is breathing.

No one knows this person.

Elder Wu stepped forward and looked at it carefully for a long time, and said in surprise: "Is it Mr. Zhang?"

The man nodded, and a line of muddy tears fell from his red eyes.

The old man in this picture is Zhang Dashan’s biological father.

"Mr. Zhang? Wasn't he burned to death in a fire twenty years ago?"

Mr. Zhang pointed tremblingly at Mr. Zhang Dashan, and tremblingly squeezed out two words from between his lips and teeth: "Beast."

Zhang Dashan has been good at scheming and running a household since he was a child, and he is quite filial to his father, mainly because the fortune teller said that his father is very wealthy.

But he has a younger brother who is uneducated and loves to eat, drink, whore and gamble. This is a thorn in the heart for the money-loving Zhang Dashan. However, Mr. Zhang loves his younger son very much and often gives money to him in private.

squander.

If this continues, won’t all the family’s wealth be squandered? How can Zhang Dashan endure it?

That day, Mr. Zhang secretly gave some money to his younger son. Zhang Dashan saw this and in a fit of anger, he took the money and hit his younger brother on the head. Unexpectedly, the blow broke his head and he fell to the ground dead.

The boy who brought tea happened to see him and shouted in panic that he wanted to report it to the official. Seeing that something was wrong, Zhang Dashan smashed the boy to death with a teapot.

Two lives were lost overnight. Zhang Dashan refused to do anything and simply set off a fire and burned the farm to the ground.

Many people in the farm were killed in the fire just when they were sleeping sweetly, including the father of the housekeeper A Qing.

As for his biological father, he must keep him because he has a "rich fortune".

So Zhang Dashan locked his own father in the cellar and came every now and then to deliver meals to prevent him from starving to death.

This level lasts for twenty years.

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"Your Majesty, fortunately you had the foresight to let us evacuate the bank in time, otherwise it would be difficult to escape now."

On the roof of the coffin shop stood the cloaked man and Black and White Wuchang, looking at the wasteland below them from a distance.

The cloaked man said: "Things are getting worse and worse." He looked at Black and White and continued, "You two should stay away for now."

Hei Wuchang was puzzled: "Didn't Your Majesty throw Zhang Dashan away? This matter can't be over yet?"

The cloaked man shook his head: "Let's go. You two can wait for me in the capital. If there is no light in the east, there will be light in the west."

"Yes." Hei Wuchang responded and retreated.

Bai Wuchang didn't want to leave, and looked eagerly at the cloaked man. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she still asked expectantly: "Your Majesty, won't you come with us?"

The cloaked man wrapped his cloak tightly, pulled his hat lower, and replied: "I still have something to do."

"Just let me stay by your side and help you?"

The cloaked man waved his hand decisively: "No need."

Bai Wuchang stepped back in disappointment, and was pulled away by Hei Wuchang.

The man in the cloak turned around and once again took a deep look at the wasteland where the fire was shining brightly like daylight, then flew away.

And the place where he settled was actually a coffin shop.

He stood in the backyard for a while, touched the coffin board, and left quietly.
Chapter completed!