Chapter Thirty: Sadness, Joy, and Dreams Are Absurd
The old man with the white beard won the first battle. He seemed to see the shining gold bar right in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but hum a ditty on a whim.
He walked in front of him happily, not to mention he was in a happy mood; the little boy was carrying pig head meat, dried bamboo shoots and other side dishes to go with wine in his right hand, and half a catty of Lijiang Shaojiu in his left hand, and followed behind him.
The white-bearded old man was thinking, and after dinner he went to "Xiaoyao Villa" to meet the rumored and famous underworld eldest brother - "Lao Dao", who had dominated the world for many years and made people frightened.
There is a saying: Whether the ultimate happiness comes or not, the extreme happiness leads to sorrow. He never expected that going to the villa here would be like breaking into a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. It would be a road of no return, and he would lose his life in the west.
"Xiaoyao Villa" is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is located in a dense bamboo forest. It is the top secret casino in the south of the Yangtze River. Gamblers are either rich or expensive and spend a lot of money.
If there is no one to give guidance, it will be difficult for outsiders to find "Xiaoyao Villa" even if they walk in front of the villa.
There is only one way to enter the villa, which is a winding and secluded mountain path. Under the dark moonlight, it is filled with a weird and terrifying atmosphere.
Although the lanterns were just starting to come on at this moment, the villa was still brightly lit.
When the guard at the gate of the courtyard saw the grandfather and grandson, he raised his eyes and looked them up and down. Then he saluted with his right fist and said: "Welcome you two gentlemen. We meet each other. Are you worshiping the mountain or gambling?"
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The old man with a white beard had a look of disdain on his face and replied: "Wealth and wealth are sought in danger, but only a piece of cold bones has been thrown away until now."
(A form of gambling, throwing dice.)
Upon hearing this, the guard turned his head and shouted inside: "You two dice players, please come inside."
When the grandfather and grandson walked into the casino, they saw that there were only a few gamblers and the venue was very quiet, which was far different from the grand scene they had imagined.
"Master, something seems wrong. Have you ever seen a gambling game like this? When things go wrong, there must be monsters."
The boy whispered to the old man with the white beard.
Just as the two men were looking around, a charming and coquettish waitress walked towards them, with a professional smile on her face, "You two gentlemen, please come upstairs for the dice game."
The magnificent second floor was even more empty. There were three or two people sitting at the gaming table in the center, but there was no sign of the croupier.
The old man with a white beard sat at the dice table, and the boy stood behind him with his hands behind his back.
Afterwards, the casino maid brought two cups of tea and placed them in front of the old man with a white beard, then twisted her waist and left in a hurry.
The old man picked up the tea and took a sip. He took a look at the color of the tea and said slowly, "The color of the tea is so light."
"The color of the dye shop is heavy, do you... drink it?"
A provocative and sarcastic whisper came faintly...
The old man with a white beard was shocked when he heard this, and thought to himself: "This is deliberately looking for trouble, and the person who comes here is not evil!"
He turned around to see who was coming.
Suddenly, there was a heartbreaking pain in his left hand. He hurriedly looked back and saw that a foot-long sharp knife had pierced the palm of his hand and was nailed to the gaming table, bleeding profusely.
As soon as his body moved, there was a heartbreaking pain.
"Old guy, you are such a big liar, you have brought trouble to me. Today you are asking for your own death. Don't blame me for being ruthless when you get to the underworld."
The person who hurt someone was the young escort leader that day.
The boy yelled, so angry that his eyes nearly popped out... He flew forward with a "Serial Soul-seeking Kick" and went straight to the front door of the escort.
It was too late to say it, but it was faster then. The whip was faster with fast feet. The elder who had just spoken raised his hand and whipped, the nine-stringed unicorn whip with a whistle, hit the boy's ankle...
This person is the gangster "Lao Dao" that everyone is looking for.
"Ouch..." The boy yelled and fell to the ground. "Lao Dao" followed up with a knife...
The old man with a white beard frowned when he saw this situation. He knew that he had been ambushed, and he was afraid that his deadline had come.
I saw him suddenly pull out the soft sword wrapped around his waist, the coiled dragon sword hidden around his waist. The soft sword made a clanking sound when it was unsheathed, soft yet strong, like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
There was a "clicking" sound, the sound of bones breaking. In desperation, the old man with a white beard raised his sword and dropped it, breaking his arm. White stubble and broken bones were exposed at the wound, and blood spurted out.
In the flash of lightning, the old man with a white beard turned around to block the old knife that was stabbing the boy, and the knife blade penetrated deeply into his abdomen.
The "old knife" twisted the handle of the knife fiercely, and the man's intestines were severed by the knife. The old man with the white beard screamed "Ah!"
"Tonight I will kill you as a blood sacrifice to my brother's spirit in heaven."
Lao Dao smiled sinisterly and said in a calm tone.
"Child, run for your life..." the old man with a white beard shouted, enduring the great pain and tightly jamming the blade of the knife with his hand.
"No, Master, we agreed that when you get old, I will still honor you."
The besieging escorts laughed heartily after hearing this. They wanted to play a game of cat and mouse to relieve their hatred.
Taking advantage of this gap, the old man with a white beard swung a chili bomb from his waist, which was known as "explosive bomb" in the world.
"Zhaozi" is made of bamboo cannon powder and exotic chili noodles mixed in proportion. The cannon is twisted and rubbed.
In an instant, the entire hall was filled with thick white smoke and chili powder that made people unable to breathe.
The old man with a white beard rushed to the boy, picked up the boy with one arm with all his strength, threw him downstairs, and shouted: "Silly boy, run quickly, remember to sacrifice a glass of wine to me on his death anniversary next year, and ask for the best wine."
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Before he finished speaking, he fell down with a crash in the thick smoke and muttered to himself: "Bad wine... I... can't... drink it..." He fell head first, and there was no sound again.
The boy was bundled up among the fleeing gamblers downstairs and limped out of the villa.
The boy ran desperately... He ran desperately, not because of fear; nor to escape for his life. He wanted to find rescuers to come back... The master was his only relative.
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The boy, with his head drooped and stumbling, stumbling every step of the way, struggled to reach the door of "Yelai Inn" in Zhuqiao Town. It was already the morning of the second day.
The guard at the door was a member of the cold-blooded samurai team responsible for internal protection. He recognized this boy who usually liked to laugh, but was taciturn and always followed the old man with a white beard.
Surprised, he rushed forward and helped the boy.
"Save...quickly, Hehua Town...Xiaoyaoshan...Zhuang..." Before he could finish his words, he fell head first and fainted in the arms of the warrior.
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Five days later.
A ray of sunlight shone in from the east window with fine hollowed out flowers, and fell on the boy's sleeping face... His eyelids twitched slightly.
The boy lying on the bed vaguely heard a woman shouting: "Wake up, he's awake."
The boy opened his eyes and stared blankly at the strange environment and strange sister around him.
"Squeak!"
Yan Mei pushed open the door and walked into the room quietly. When the boy saw this, he tried his best to stand up and kowtow.
Yu Mei motioned him to lie down and not move, and sat in front of the bed, gently holding the boy's cold hand.
"Are you feeling okay?" The voice was concerned and soft.
"What's going on, where is my master?" the boy asked, looking around anxiously.
Everyone surrounded him and looked at him with concern, which made the boy very uncomfortable and even a little panicked.
He grew up in the indifference of others.
"May I have your name?"
"No name."
"Oh, today is the seventh day of the lunar month, you will be called the seventh day of the lunar month from now on."
"Thank you, Great Protector."
"You have a good rest."
After Yu Mei finished speaking, she stood up, walked a few steps forward, turned around and said, "From now on, just follow me."
The boy sat on the bed in a daze, as if he understood what had happened.
A drop of clear tear streaked across his cheek and hung at the corner of his mouth. The boy stretched out his tongue to catch the tear and slowly swallowed it...