I slowly stretched out my body. This action seemed to tell Xiaomu.
Come on, I won't hide.
With a clang, the kitchen knife fell to the ground. Xiaomu knelt down towards me again.
"Liuliu, I beg you, please just tell me the lottery numbers. I will do whatever you ask me to do..."
Facing Xiaomu who said this, I chose to remain silent. I just stared at him and lay still.
Xiaomu first admitted his mistake sincerely. Then he slowly started to curse... and finally his eyes were blood red...
The knife rises and falls.
It didn't hurt me but it hurt me deeply.
There was a bang.
I looked at the photos of Xiaoya and Song Lin. My eyes were blurry, and I told myself that was blood...
Their smiles were still so pure, but my whole turtle had become insensitive.
"Whoever touches it will die."
This is my death order to the rats in the dark, don't underestimate them. There are these rats around Xiaomu's house. With 10 big men, I can drown them in an instant.
"King Turtle..."
The leading mouse hesitated to speak. With the thinking of a mouse, he couldn't figure out why I didn't fight back even though the knife fell on my head.
The casino people are here again. All their patience has been worn out.
Xiaomu seemed to have reached the extreme point of being broken. He started to tell the people in the casino that I was invulnerable. This made them laugh, but they still beat Xiaomu.
I just looked at them coldly. When Xiaomu treated them, he was like a dog. When he treated me, he was like a monkey again.
What is ridiculous? What is sad?
I tell you!
More than 70 years ago, Xiaoya's mother bought me back from Rongsheng Hotel for 100 yuan. More than 70 years later, Xiaomu sold me for 100 yuan to pay off gambling debts.
"Look, Mengzi, the back shell of this turtle is golden. He must be a thousand-year-old tortoise." A big man in black clothes took me and weighed it. My heart was already dead. I told the mouse in the dark.
Don't move them.
Looking at the photo not far away.
"sorry……"
"Let me tell you, next time we come, if we don't have money yet, this will not be the case. Our respected Young Master Song..." Several men smiled wildly.
At the last moment, I put the photos of Xiaoya and Song Lin into my portable space.
I think all my kindness disappeared at that moment...
"Keep him alive and healthy." This was my last order to the rats around me.
I could feel the confusion and anger deep in their hearts. But they couldn't feel the pain in my heart.
"Obey the Turtle King."
I met Song Xin when I was going out. She wanted to take me back. The leading man named Mengzi told Song Xin arrogantly.
"There's still this turtle that's fine. Just pay back the money Mr. Song sent to our boss."
Song Xin looked at me and fell silent
"Liuliu, do you believe it? If I had money, I would keep you, but my husband..."
This time I didn't pretend to be dead. I slowly stretched out my head and shook it towards Song Xin. At least it was still humane.
But this scene is different in the eyes of Mengzi and the others. I, a turtle, can actually understand people's speech!
Then I never looked back at Xiaomu again, and was pushed into an off-road vehicle by a group of big men. They kept talking to me after getting on the bus, and I started directly, super pretending to be dead mode.
"Brother Meng has made a lot of money this time. This turtle is very valuable at first glance. Look at its back."
"There's nothing strange about it, it's just that the color is a little darker." The man known as Brother Meng sat in the back, and a pony boy next to him spoke to him.
"No, Brother Meng, this turtle is golden, haven't you seen it?"
When I heard this, I was stunned for a moment. I saw the appearance of this ponyboy in the turtle shell. There was nothing special about carving dragons and painted phoenixes. I brewed spiritual energy into my eyes and hit this ponyboy again.
.
I discovered something different. There was an invisible and magical aura brewing about him.
But what does all this have to do with me?
Now I just have to be responsible for pretending to be dead.
"Brother Meng, do you remember that we heard something when we were checking the surname Song? We heard that when Mr. Song died, his monument was carved by a tortoise."
"You said that and I seem to have remembered it. It is indeed the case." After remembering this incident, the man named Brother Meng picked me up and looked at it again.
"You said it's true, boss, that repaying debts is a matter of course. Every time we come out, we have to explain that we should not hurt Mr. Song. You said that a murderous boss is in trouble with Adou, who can't help him.
, why did you put so much effort into it?”
"You kid don't understand anything." Mengzi looked at me and teased me with his hands, but I was still pretending to be dead. I didn't want to offend him at all.
But their topic piqued my interest.
"Mr. Song was kind to our boss before. The boss's family was poor before. Because he lived near the pier and was flooded by the sea, Mr. Song gave a lot of money and people. To the boss, it is a drop of kindness.
The spring repays the favor
So Mr. Song borrowed money from us for playing games. In the end, except for some hard work fees from the brothers, most of it was returned to Mr. Song. So you didn’t see that every time we came out, we specifically told not to beat this guy up.
Injured?"
Hearing these words, I was stunned. I remembered what Pi Dan told me not long ago. Brother Song has done many good deeds.
Many of the things Xiaomu did were undoubtedly squandering those karma.
"That's not right, Brother Meng. According to the boss's temper, just don't let this kid come to the factory to play."
"It's different. You don't see gambling very often. If you don't want him to play here, he will go somewhere else to play. But the boss also said that this is the last 2 million, because Mr. Song is gone and it will be a lifetime to repay his kindness.
It’s time to pay it off. Next time, we’ll have to follow the rules..."
After hearing these reasons, I chose to remain silent. It turned out that Xiaoya didn't lie to me. She and Song Lin knew everything. And they did too much work behind the scenes.
Although Song Lin's company didn't make much money, his contribution was indeed noticed by many people. Basically no one would make things difficult for him when he was doing something. In the last few years, everyone called him Mr. Song.
Thinking of these, I slowly transferred my consciousness to the portable space. I immediately discovered something was wrong.
There is something wrong with the portraits of Xiaoya and Song Lin!!!
This is simply unforgivable.
It felt like someone had tampered with it. I quickly used my consciousness to check in the portable space. When I saw everything clearly and knew everything.