Chapter 279
Chapter 279
Lu Sheng did not resist and let him pull him forward.
A few stray cats followed beside the two of them.
Soon, Lu Sheng was brought to a secluded and dark place.
This was the corner between a residential building and a wall. It was a temporary shack made of black tarpaulin and a few pieces of wood.
The ground was piled with all kinds of mineral water bottles, alcohol bottles, cardboard, scrap metal, and other things.
There was almost no place to stand.
The old man dragged Lu Sheng with one hand and walked quickly through the garbage pile. The sound of plastic bottles hitting each other could be heard under his feet.
“Wait a moment.”
They walked into the depths of the garbage pile, under the shack.
The old man let go of Lu Sheng's arm and dove into the pile of bottles.
Lu Sheng's gaze fell on a certain spot under the cramped shack. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
It was the only dry and clean spot in this place.
There were three black and white photos neatly placed there.
The three women, from left to right, were older.
“Fu Xue, Fu Ying, and Fu Jianming's wife, Wang Hongyu...”
Lu Sheng looked at the three photos calmly, as if he was looking at them.
At this time, the old man rushed out of the garbage pile and almost threw himself in front of Lu Sheng.
“Help me, help me kill Lian Ye and Lian Jibei, and I'll give you all the money!”
The old man raised the bankbook in his hand high, as if to make it easier for Lu Sheng to see the numbers on it.
Seeing that Lu Sheng was silent, he became nervous.
“It's not enough, is it? I know it’s not enough, it’s very little … But I can still earn more …”
The old man looked around, and the plastic bottles under his feet clattered.
“These... these are all the money. I just haven't had time to change them yet. If it's not enough, then you can take my life! I'll do anything..."
Lu Sheng looked calmly at the anxious old man in front of him, and no emotion could be seen on his face.
The old man suddenly quieted down.
He squatted on the ground sadly and looked up at Lu Sheng, his eyes full of self-mockery and despair.
“Forget it, you can go...”
The old man pointed in the direction of the exit.
“I know you won't help me. You're here to laugh at me, aren't you? Extreme Dao Martial Academy sent to you, right? To see if I'm dead or not?”
“Hahaha…”
The old man suddenly began to laugh, and tears came down from his eyes.
“Now do you see? I'm alive and well! The father and son are not dead, so I won't die! I want to live forever, live forever until..."
The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared fiercely at Lu Sheng, gnashed his teeth and said: “Until I see them go to hell with my own eyes!”
“You'll see.”
Lu Sheng said calmly.
“What did you say?”
The old man was stunned, as if he didn't hear clearly.
Lu Sheng didn't say anything, turned around and walked straight outside. His pace was neither fast nor slow. But every step he took was very steady.
Very solid. And also very determined.
The old man looked at him blankly with confused eyes.
Until his figure completely disappeared from sight.
“Phew –”
Lu Sheng slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, feeling a little better.
His heart is strong, his will is harder than steel, even if a sword is on his head, it will be like a spring breeze, and his eyelids won't even blink.
But when he was in that small shack, he felt like he was under thick dark clouds, an indescribable feeling of oppression and discomfort.
“Come on, have a smoke.”
Someone next to him handed him a yellow filter cigarette.
Lu Sheng looked up, and saw a fat man wearing a red vest, blue shorts, and flip-flops looking at him.
“Thank you.”
Lu Sheng shook his head and refused the other person's kindness.
The fat man didn't mind, he put the cigarette in his mouth, skillfully lit it, took a deep puff, blew out a smoke ring and said to Lu Sheng: “It's been a long time since I've seen anyone come looking for Crazy 'Ole.”
“Were there a lot before?”
“Yes.”
The fat man's mouth twitched, and said disdainfully: “But they all came to cheat him of his money. In the first few years after his family died, Crazy 'Ole went around looking for people to help him take revenge. As long as someone with a bit of martial strength came looking for him, he would give them money. But who would really help him? Who doesn't know that the person who harmed him was Extreme …”
The fat man said one word, then immediately shut up and vaguely said: “Anyway, that's how Crazy 'Ole's family was squandered, even his house was sold, now he can only live in a garbage dump.”
Lu Sheng's eyes flashed, he didn't say anything, he just nodded.
“You didn't take Crazy 'Ole's money, you're a good person, that's why I came out to talk to you. If it was someone else, I wouldn't even look at them. Humph..."
Saying that, the fat man looked at Lu Sheng with a kind of appreciation.
“Oh, right, what do you do? Why did you come looking for Crazy 'Ole?”
The fat man suddenly asked.
Lu Sheng thought for a moment, then said: “I write novels, I heard about Fu Jianming's matter, so I thought I'd come to understand the situation.”
“Write novels? Do you have such a good body for writing novels?”
The fat man stared at Lu Sheng's muscular arms in astonishment and muttered, “What the fuck, how many keyboards did you break to write a novel …”
Lu Sheng didn't continue to chat with him, so he left.
The fat man looked at Lu Sheng's back and shouted: “Then can you add a character for me? I usually treat Crazy 'Ole very well, I often treat him to meals …”
Lu Sheng walked very quickly, in the blink of an eye, he was already far away.
The fat man could vaguely see that Lu Sheng seemed to have raised his hand to him, it was an “OK” gesture.
That day, Lu Sheng returned to the Seventh Sage Martial University.
He was very low-key when he came back, but someone still saw him, took a picture, and posted it on the campus website.
Vice Principal's office.
Zhao Kangtai and a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance were sitting on the sofa.
On the coffee table in front of the two, there was a gurgling sound of boiling tea, a faint fragrance wafting out.
“Lu Sheng is back.”
The middle-aged man picked up the teapot and poured a cup for himself, and also poured a cup for Zhao Kangtai.
“I know.”
Zhao Kangtai nodded.
The middle-aged man glanced at him and said meaningfully: “He didn't go to Ming City. Do you know about this?”