Rotten gamblers are often associated with not-so-nice words such as the separation of wives and children, the destruction of families, high debts, and bloody heads. When faced with the rotten gamblers who have been completely controlled by gambling addiction, we can only say to put down the complex of helping others and respect the fate of others.

So when we saw the rotten gambler being pinned to the ground and beaten by the Tiger Head Gang, no one in the neighborhood wanted to stop him and stop him from taking his life.

Shensuan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, relieving the airway in his mouth.

"Kill this rotten gambler, an unfilial bitch who forced his own parents to death just for gambling money."

Wu Gao also had no extra sympathy for the bad gambler.

In his previous life, he often saw someone taking online loans and gambling. After his parents helped him pay off his huge debt, he went gambling and borrowed money again. He also borrowed money from relatives and friends everywhere. When such a person was beaten up, he would just secretly say "Happy death".

Gambling dogs and poisonous dogs are both things that cannot be sympathized with.

This kind of thing can correct evil and return to righteousness. To be honest, Wu Dao feels that if he can break his will, he will not fall into it. Of course, if he is tricked into it, he can barely save him, but like this

Most people don't want to save themselves.

Pulling the towel, Wu Gao was already sure.

It was the pile of tattered books and rusty iron bars in the hands of the bad gambler that made him feel strange, as if they were separated by a layer of frosted glass, and caused a change in the chill in his body.

The rusty iron bar was a little heavy, with large and small gaps staggered on it. It looked like something had been hit hard in the middle, making it look a little desolate.

They all had the experience of being beaten up.

"I know, I know!"

As for the heirlooms that rotten gamblers talk about.

So what is he holding in his hand?

The ferocious thugs caught up with the fleeing bad gambler and knocked him down to the ground, followed by a series of punches and kicks, until the thin gambler was like a curled-up prawn kneeling on the ground, protecting the back of his head and mouth with his hands.

There was a shrill wail like a slaughtered pig.

"Bad gambler, if you don't pay back today, my brothers will have to ask for one of your fingers to let you know what will happen if you owe Master Hu the money."

It is estimated that the family property has been completely emptied, and the beatings have become more frequent. The Hutou Gang is not doing good deeds, but collecting protection fees. They lend money to people like donkeys. If you dare to borrow, you can't afford to pay it back.

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It looked like a good beating.

[Possessed by: A badly damaged remnant soldier (the secondary weapon of an elite soldier in the past), this dagger always stayed with him before he died in battle. He eventually died together with the ghost. The weapon that has sprouted spirituality has been guarding its owner for a long time regardless of era.

(meaning of determination before), a vague book (a product of the post-Song Dynasty, it is said that soldiers will read it, and to this day, it is as vague and dilapidated as before, with a touch of sadness)]

"Remnant Soldier, booklet...how does the introduction of this system smell like soul."

Wu Dao remembered that this bad gambler was beaten not once or twice.

Later Song Dynasty, soldiers, ghosts.

No one noticed that the tattered book and iron bars were quietly picked up by a figure.

The green-skinned man couldn't help but sneer, and slapped the pile of junk away.

The old book is in a state of rotten condition. The moth-eaten holes are as dense as a hornet's nest. It seems to have been soaked in water. The writing on it is blurry and looks like a ghost painting. Just this thing, a thin volume, seems to be still intact.

There are so many pages missing that it would be too little to start a fire by throwing them off the stove.

Nowadays, studying the history of the pre-Song Dynasty and the post-Song Dynasty is one of the crazes in the literary circles of the Xia Dynasty.

"Does this count as picking up the slack?"

In the history course, the Master of the Academy once lamented that the history of the pre-Song Dynasty and the later Song Dynasty was chaotic, and the historical records for nearly five hundred years were uneven. There was even a strange phenomenon of chaotic interaction between unofficial history and official history, so that historians’ records

Being disorganized is one of Zhu Xia's regrets in the history of civilization.

An occasional farce in a small town soon ended when the bad gambler was kidnapped and taken away. Only the people watching the fun were left talking about how unlucky the brother and sister of the bad gambler were to be entangled with such a thing.

Well, as for the Hutou Gang, I didn’t dare to say much, and if I accidentally mentioned it, I would tacitly ignore it.

The rotten gambler trembled for a while, and his body was like chaff as his ears were plucked and yelled at.

These salesmen have the most poisonous eyes, and they can see the value of everything that is worth a penny. The things they throw away are things that even the scavengers will not accept. When the salesmen throw away things like this, even those naughty children are not interested.

When I went to touch it, the shouts and bargains of the pickup truck attracted people's attention again.

"Look at what a stupid ass you are. Don't you still have brothers and sisters? Can they watch your fingers being chopped off? Do you know what to do?" The green-skinned man was lifted up from the ground by the bad gambler and patted him on his body.

Dust, with a smirk on his face.

[Cultivation: Not in the mainstream]

The punches and kicks finally stopped, and the rotten gambler with a bruised nose and swollen face flatteringly raised the tattered books and rusty iron bars in his hands.

If he hadn't felt something abnormal, Wu Dao would probably have regarded it as junk and wouldn't have picked it up quietly.

[Wu Mourning]

No one is home at the moment.

…………

The panting green-skinned man lit a cigarette to signal that he should stop, and that he would be beaten half to death. If he was really beaten to death, he would not be able to recover the debt.

Wu Dao obtained very interesting information from the scattered descriptions given by this object.

The rotten gambler hesitated a little, but when he saw the green-skinned man's smiling face, he immediately nodded in agreement.

[Tribulation Seed: 1 (Gray)]

In the bedroom, Wu Gao, who had just taken a hot shower and washed away the sweat and dust, was sitting in front of his desk, and on the desk were the rags he had just picked up.

And that grand and chaotic history seems to have lifted a corner of the mysterious veil towards the unrelated Wu Ming, revealing the content that makes people infinitely daydream.

No wonder the salesmen treat them as junk.

"Pay back the money! I will definitely pay back the money! I will use the family heirloom to offset this month's interest!"

…………

His parents were busy at the stationery shop, and his sister went to the academy to attend classes, so she happened to come to study the tattered book and the rusty iron bar. Wu Gao took it in his hand, weighed it, turned it over and saw that there was no more reaction, and thought for a moment about what he thought of.

, that is, concentrating on calling out the system.

【Learned: None】

"I think you are too brave to use your old man's pile of rags to fool me, right? Who doesn't know that your rags are not even worth a penny!"

The unsuspecting salesmen took turns picking it up, looking at it, and then threw it to the corner of the roadside in disgust.

And just as Wu Gao had perceived before.

The 1 point of calamity seed (ash) you currently possess can be added to the two held objects.

There is only one point, which one should be added to it?

Wu Gao held his chin and thought, and suddenly he saw the iron bar on the table beating. Before Wu Gao could react, a sinister and vicious aura that made the whole bedroom feel like an ice cellar came from the iron bar.

Spurting up!

And he immediately rushed towards Wu Gao!
Chapter completed!