Du Xianzhai took in Tian Tiantian, which was a great help to the pestle.

In the end, Du Xianzhai instructed when he left: "Brother, you can't resist beating alone, take the time to visit my eldest brother and me, I will teach you a three-trick and five-style self-defense, and you can save an emergency if you really encounter anything." Also, I will arrange more people to guard the area around this shack and on Anliang Street, so that you can work hard according to your ideals, and if you have difficulties, just ask for a beggar gang!"

After Du Xianzhai finished speaking, he left with Gan Tiantian. The pestle was grateful, and stood for a long time before packing up the small courtyard and returning to the shack.

Grandma Liang didn't know why, there was so much movement outside, and she was still sleeping in a drowsy sleep.

"Grandma......" The pestle called a few times, but she just rolled over and didn't even snort.

"It seems to be too tired!" the pistle sighed softly, changed into clothes, ate a few mouthfuls of dry food casually, and lay down.

The injuries on his face and body were not light, but he only felt the slightest pain of numbness and swelling.

"It's really weird, could it be that the effect of eating the brain beads and drinking the spiritual liquid in the Spirit Bead Temple? But why is the divine power gone, leaving only a ......body that doesn't know the pain and itching?"

The pestle thought about it and fell asleep in a daze......

In his sleep, he dreamed that the great black dog, the Black Yama, was tied to an abandoned mannequin in the hospital carport with a rope.

And he was holding the bottle that Ling Fengzi had given him to hold dog blood in one hand, and a scalpel stolen from the operating room in the other, pressing towards the Black Yama King step by step.

The Black Yama seemed to know what he was going to do, and he fell to the ground and shivered, looking at him pitifully with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry old skunk...... The big old black ......" His eyes showed murderous aura, but tears were dripping in his heart, "I hurt Bai Lu with a pestle, I have to use your blood to save her......"

He approached the Black Yama King step by step, and couldn't help but blame himself: "No way, other dogs are also a life, I can only sacrifice you! Who let us know each other...... I hope you must stay away from me in the next life, I will only bring bad luck to my relatives and friends......"

"Uh......h Woo......" The Black Yama King looked at the bright scalpel in his hand and whispered, as if begging for mercy, as if bidding farewell to a world that had never been warm. Finally, it closed its tearful eyes sadly, and there was no longer any hope for it......

"Hmm......" The scalpel he raised high flung stopped in mid-air, and he hesitated. Yes, he knew from the beginning that he would not be able to do it.

However, in the end, he still stuck hard......

It's just that the knife didn't pierce the Black Hades, but pierced his wrist.

At that moment, there was not even a trace of pain in his body.

He looked at his own hot blood pouring out of the bottle, and all he thought about was that Bai Lu would wake up quickly, even if he exchanged his life, he would be a hundred and ten thousand willingly.

Perhaps, from that moment on, he was painless. From that moment on, he was determined to leave Bai Lu, never to miss her again, to haunt her, to hurt her......

However, the shadow of Bai Lu, with a smile and a smile, always lingers, how can he forget it cleanly?

Now, in the dream, Bai Lu really appeared. She walked towards him gently, and with tears on her rainy face, she cried:

"Ma Zhuzi, do you really plan to forget me forever? But why are you missing me again? I am so miserable......

"Oh!" he was reminded by Bai Lu's words, and suddenly woke up.

"No, no! I can't do that, I'm going to hurt her......"

The pestle woke up from his dream, and he was shocked into a cold sweat in the cold shack.

"Wake up?" I don't know when Grandma Liang had already woken up, and was sitting in front of the bed with anti-inflammatory drugs and cotton swabs and looking at him distressedly, "Child, what's the matter with your face?

"Hmm......" The pestle touched his face, and then remembered that he was beaten by a white belt, it seems that grandma didn't know anything about those things, so he hurriedly explained: "No, yes...... I accidentally fell. ”

"Oh, I don't believe it, can you fall like this?" Grandma Liang didn't believe it, shook her head and smeared medicine on him, and asked:

"You don't say a word to me when you go to Lingyan Mountain, are you doing it with the people who protect the pearl village? Alas, I can't think of them...... Are they still so unreasonable?"

"Protecting the pearl village ......" the pestle couldn't help but think of the Lingzhu Temple again, and couldn't help but regret it, and for a while he didn't know how to explain to his grandmother that he had destroyed the Lingzhu Temple.

After a long time, he asked in a trance, "Grandma, are you really a Taoist aunt who is a monk of the Lingzhu Temple?"

"Alas!" Grandma Liang sighed and put down the medicine, and said in a deep voice: "Everything is a bad fate...... My life is like a dream, and it's all ruined...... Don't say it!"

Grandma Liang's old face was haggard, and she didn't want to mention the past anymore.

Although I don't know what the specific situation is, I can understand my grandmother's distress. For the Lingzhu Temple, he also hoped that it was just a dream.

"Grandma, don't worry! I swore to come back this time, and I want to honor you well!"

"Well," Grandma Liang smiled with tears in her eyes, hid her face and sighed: "They are all hard-working children, good children......"

The pestle raised her hand to wipe the tears on Grandma Liang's cheeks, got up and walked to the door to raise the curtain to look at the night, it was late at night.

"Grandma, I've been delaying street sweeping these days, so I have to do more work so that the street committee won't be dissatisfied. As he spoke, he sorted out his tools and planned to sweep the streets.

Grandma Liang listened to his words, smiled bitterly and sighed: "Forget it, don't go...... The streets have already come, and they have already changed people when they see that I am seriously ill and you are not there. ”

"Replaced?" Hearing this, the pestle was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but be anxious, "Then what's the matter, let's sign a contract with them! No, I have to find them to ......"

He was about to go out.

"Who are you looking for so late?" Grandma Liang hurriedly called him. Then he persuaded helplessly with a bitter face:

"During my illness, we fished for three days and dried our nets for two days, and the streets were tolerant enough. And you went to Lingyan Mountain without saying a word, it was we who picked the blame, you said, what kind of face do we have to go to others to reason!"

"Uh......" The pestle stood speechless.

He thinks about it, the sanitation on the street will be dirty for a day if it is not cleaned, not to mention that the district has a health assessment of the street community, and the responsibility is indeed on himself.

He couldn't help but regret it, and only blamed himself for being too hasty and not thinking about the consequences.

"But ......" Kizi thought that he had lost such a good job in vain, and he was very unwilling in his heart, and finally thought about it and said excitedly:

"But Bai Lu said, my work is very meaningful! No, even if they don't use me, I have to sweep the streets, even if I make up for it!"

After he finished speaking, he resolutely lifted the curtain and walked out of the shack. When I came to the courtyard, I found that the garbage truck had been recovered from the street. Still, he picked up his broom and went out......

The winter night is very quiet, although it is a little cold, but the pestle who is struggling to sweep the streets does not care about the cold.

"One prevention, two sprinkling, three clean, four clean, five killing, six harmony!" he waved his broom, and he couldn't help but hum the six-step street sweeping method that Bai Lu said, and he was already sweating after half the street was swept down.

"Hey, pony, didn't you quit you on the street?

The pestle was sweeping the street selflessly, when a tricycle approached. There was an old man sitting in the car, it was Lao Zhang, a shoemaker at the corner of the street.

"Yo, what's wrong with your face?" When Lao Zhang got closer, he couldn't help but be startled when he saw the appearance of the pestle, "What, are you taking revenge on the second son of the king? That kind of scoundrel can't afford to provoke!"

"It's okay, I'm fine. The pestle lowered his head and continued to sweep the street.

"Uh...... This ......" Lao Zhang stopped the car, sat on the seat and stopped talking, and finally copied his hand and reminded: "You should go back in the cold weather! I can remind you, you have swept this street in vain, and no one will pay you a salary!"

"If you don't open it, you won't open it!"

"Hehe, you kid stupid?" Lao Zhang couldn't help but be happy, pouted and reminded again: "That's okay, you can sweep if you want, don't worry about us in the future!"

After Lao Zhang finished speaking, he rode away, leaving behind a string of squeaky wheels.

Only then did the pestle pick up the broom and ponder: "Yes, it's not a way to just sweep the streets without making money, even if you pick up some waste, you can't afford to support yourself and your grandmother......"

While pondering, he swept a little more, and happened to pass by the eldest sister Yang Xinhua's hut.

The lights in the hut were still on, and the words "Haircut and Massage" on the door had been removed, and a new sign written on big red paper had been replaced, "Specializing in shaving flat heads".

Originally, he didn't know the word "shaving", but after the toss of the consciousness controller under the Lingzhu Temple, he found that he could recognize a lot of words, and his knowledge seemed to be more than before, and even his speech was smoother than before.

In fact, not only that, but he also realized that his lame leg was not so lame. He just hasn't had time to get used to walking completely straight, just like talking, he feels that only "me" like grandma is the real self.

At this time, there was a faint sound of Zhang Sanmad and Yang Xinhua talking in the hut, and the pestle didn't want to disturb them, but listening to the conversation between the two, it seemed that there was something difficult and worried. He couldn't help but step forward.

The big black dog, the Black Hades, was lying outside the door, and when he saw the pestle coming, he didn't even dare to squeak and hid to the side.

"Sister, old skunk ......" the pestle knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Squeak!" The door opened, and Zhang San leaned out half of his face happily: "Hehe, it's you ...... when you hear the voice."

However, before he finished the word "you", his eyes immediately widened and he exclaimed: "Oh! Are you a human or a ghost? Why haven't you seen it for a long time and made it into a messy stewed pig's head?"

At this time, Yang Xinhua opened the door and appeared, and was also startled when she saw the appearance of the pestle, and hurriedly dodged to let him in:

"Brother, yes...... Who did such a ruthless attack? Could it be that the dead ghost who didn't belong to the human was looking for someone to take revenge on you?"

The pestle shook his head and entered the door, the swollen face under the light was even more terrifying, and Yang Xinhua felt distressed and guilty, and said hatefully:

"You tell the truth, did Wang Er's brute do it?

"Not really!" the pistle looked at the hut with swollen eyes.

The room was much more tidy than before, and when I entered the doorway, there was a large glass lens, and in front of the mirror were neatly placed the set of shaving tools and a broken chair, and sure enough, it had the appearance of a barber house.

The pestle sat down in the chair and asked, "I heard what kind of difficulties you guys encountered just now?"

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