Chapter 10: The Night Shadow

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In the slum, in an abandoned small building, the old drunk looked at the boy in front of him, staring at the prey in the boy's hand like an old hooligan who had been abstinent for more than ten years and saw a woman after being released from prison.

It is said that it is an abandoned building, let alone a dilapidated house, the original two-story building is now only one floor on the ground, and the second floor is so broken that you can see the starry sky in the sky from the room on the first floor. The crumbling walls of the second floor trembled as if a strong gust of wind could blow them down.

"The old man is my contribution today, and I have to share the things!"

The boy untied the black hand towel on his face, revealing his immature face under the face towel, and looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. His eyes were bright, as if a flame was burning, and the vitality of youth was not extinguished by the pressure of life because he was in a shabby place like a slum, on the contrary, he stubbornly burned more vigorously. He wants to get out of this place and experience a real life, for this reason, he works hard to survive, almost unscrupulous, stealing, robbing, it is commonplace, but he also has his own bottom line, that is, only to make money and not hurt his life. Not even wealth, just food to keep him alive. He called, Teng Yu Tiger.

"Stinky boy! You are still so calculating with your old man! Lao Tzu has fed you for nothing!"

The old drunkard scolded angrily, and came forward to snatch the hen that was in the hands of the tiger.

Teng Yuhu dodged the claws of the old drunk, and said:

"Yes, you said that you support me, then what I have gotten over the past few years is enough to offset it! And your wine! Didn't it all be stolen and bought with the money I had saved? That's the money I got out of here! If you really want to be my grandfather, show me! Let me get out of here!"

Teng Yuhu seemed to confide out all the complaints he had endured for a long time, his tone became more and more excited, and he even roared, with a drop of crystal in his eyes that was imperceptible.

The old drunkard was silent, so he had to take advantage of the drunkenness to talk nonsense.

"Stinky boy! That means you don't recognize Lao Tzu and me! I won't be filial to my descendants! I'll kill you!"

The old drunkard said, limping towards Teng Yuhu, where can Teng Yuhu be beaten by the drunken appearance, but the mouth full of wine smoked Teng Yuhu a lot.

"Hey, figure it out! We're not related by blood, and I'll get out of here when I've made you up enough! Teng Yuhu said, turned around, and prepared to cook the emaciated hen.

"Wait!"

The old drunkard suddenly said with a straight face, he grabbed Teng Yuhu's hand, which was so stimulated by alcohol all the year round that as long as he got rid of the alcohol, he would tremble uncontrollably, but at this moment, it was like an iron tong, locked on Teng Yuhu's shoulder.

Teng Yuhu was not frightened by this unusual power, he knew that the old drunkard used to be a blacksmith, and he was also the kind of weapon forger. But for the old drunk even if he scavenges or steals to make a living, you know, his craftsmanship is not to say that it reaches the master level, it is still reasonable, even if he opens an ordinary blacksmith shop, it is enough to ensure food and clothing in this slum. But all this, even when Teng Yuhu proposed to him, the old drunk resolutely refused. In this regard, Teng Yuhu said that this is just the stubbornness of the old drunk and his lack of progress, saying that there is a reason why he can no longer touch this thing, it is just the old drunkard's own tricky words, what earth-shattering past can an old drunk living in the slums have?

The old drunk pulled Teng Yuhu to death, Teng Yuhu struggled twice and gave up after no effect. Let the old drunk sniff around like a pervert. The smell of inferior alcohol on the old drunkard's body and the strong body odor of not taking a bath for half a year combined to attack Teng Yuhu, which made him restrain himself from beating the old man and shook his heart more than once.

"You used it?"

The old drunkard stared at his bloodshot eyes, and looked like a wild beast. The heavy snort sprayed on Teng Yuhu's face, as if there was an angry beast in front of him, Teng Yuhu was disgusted by the smoke, but he rarely endured it, and tilted his head to the side, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Only at this time, Teng Yuhu will be soft on the old drunk, the usual old drunk is more like an old hooligan, the most shameless kind, even if Teng Yuhu punches and kicks him, he can also stalk you with a smile and fight until the wine money is willing to stop.

It is only at this time that he erupts into the form of a beast that he hides, which is his unknown side.

When was the last time I saw the old man like this? About nine years old, right? Well, that was the time, right? When I was rescued by the old man not long ago, but I couldn't control that power, or when I wanted to rely on that power, I touched the taboo and was almost beaten to death by the old man.

Teng Yuhu still shuddered involuntarily when he thought about it, after using that power, he was enough to resist an adult man, but he was still beaten by the old man as a cat and a dog in the garbage dump, I really don't know how such a person could be here to pick up waste?

"How many times have I told you, don't use that power casually! That's a taboo, it will ......."

"Yes, yes, it will cause trouble, and it will even kill me!" Teng Yuhu interrupted the old drunk impatiently, and he didn't know how many times he heard this sentence, and his ears were calloused. If it weren't for the old man on the back of his hand, he would at least want to pluck out his ears to be quiet, more to weakly express his impatience at the moment.

"You know a fart!" The old drunkard slammed a chestnut on Teng Yuhu's head, and the force was so strong that he directly knocked Teng Yuhu to the ground. Teng Yuhu was beaten so that tears flew out by himself, not because he wanted to cry, but because his body reacted by itself, and it was already considered merciful for his subordinates not to be knocked out.

"Uh-huh!"

Teng Yuhu roared angrily, like a young tiger, with a little immature voice, the roar was between the tiger's roar and the cat's roar, although it did not have the spirit of the majestic mountains and forests, but it also had a trace of majesty. He glared at the old drunk, and the patience in his heart seemed to have reached a critical point, and he wanted to spread his little fangs at any moment, and even had the slightest thought of biting the old man's throat. Of course, he can still maintain this rationality, but there seems to be a demonic voice in his heart, which has been encouraging him to bite down!

In his eyes, the pupils were slightly erect, becoming a little less like human pupils, and black lines gradually appeared under his skin, looking strange and quite mysterious. His two tiger teeth also became beyond the length and sharpness of ordinary people, and the cold light of the white forest flashed on them in the cloudy eyes of the old drunk. Finally, there is his arm, his left arm is longer than usual, thicker, especially the palm of the hand is a size larger than that of an adult. The arms are also covered with black patterns, which are so strange that they form stripes, like the lines on tiger fur.

"What! You still want to bite me? Tiger cub, you are not qualified to kill the old hunter! If you eat milk for a few more years, you will still be beaten and rolled on the ground by the old hunter!" The old drunkard was not surprised or frightened when he saw Teng Yuhu's unusual appearance. He never thought that the story of the farmer saving the snake and being bitten by the snake would repeat itself to him, because unlike the farmer, he was a hunter, and the hunter ruled the disobedient beast!

There was a burst of punches and kicks, Teng Yuhu was defeated without any suspense, it was worth covering his head and shaking on the ground honestly, there were a few more crystals in his eyes, I don't know if it was not the body's own reaction. The violence of the old drunk had already left a shadow on him, and even if he could really bite the old drunkard's throat one day, I am afraid that before that, he would tremble and be speechless in the face of this face.

At the moment, he can only try to be as honest as possible, so as to reduce the pain of flesh and skin.

The old drunkard threw him into a hut on the first floor and locked him up from the outside.

"I'm forbidden to come out these days!" the old drunkard didn't say anything like introspection, it would only be a waste of his saliva anyway, "As for the old hen, I'll do it for you!"

The old drunkard seemed to have changed back into the old rascal, and the beastly look in his eyes faded, but there was a little more pain, which made his eyes look a little more cloudy.

"Whew, old bastard, let me out! I'm going to leave here sooner or later, wait for your own death!

The old drunken chuckled, shook his head, and walked to the front of the room.

"Hey, where's my chicken?"

A dark shadow flashed in the darkness, but the old drunkard still caught the pair of white feet.

"It turned out to be a kitten who stole something, or is it a new arrival...... For the sake of your peers, the old man invited you to eat this meal......"

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