Chapter 61: Awakening from a Dream

Nanli Town, located in the border area between the southern Xinjiang of the main continent and Dongtu, except for a narrow valley leading to Dongtu in the southeast, the rest of Nanli Town is surrounded by dense primeval forests. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a small and medium-sized town, although it is not as large as the most prosperous town in the central part of the main continent, but after all, it is located at the junction of the two realms, and there are frequent trade exchanges all year round, and this town is also small and has a grand scene.

The fierce and cold-blooded philistine atmosphere is especially evident in this city, where every place has its dark side, which is reflected in the division between rich and poor in Nanli Town.

The city is separated by a wall that runs through the entire city, with the glittering rich on one side and the depressed slums on the other. The rich district does not care about the life and death of the people in the slums, but feels that this area is not counted in Nanli Town at all, and even has the idea of burning down this area and then dividing the territory and reorganizing it by the bigwigs in the rich area, just because the casualties may be too heavy, in order to avoid the counterattack of the poor, the rich district decided to use a wall to separate the two worlds. As a result, the slum has become fierce and chaotic, after all, it can be regarded as half of the uninhabited area, and the chaos is close to the Eastern Territory.

On this day, a man came to the ghetto, dressed in a huge tattered robe, so large that it obscured his countenance, revealing only a scruffy chin, which could tell his gender and age.

He walked aimlessly through the garbage-like place, as if searching for something. Behind him, there was a huge box, black and stench of rotting corpses, which looked like a large coffin. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a dilapidated small building, the second floor of the small building was already unrecognizable, only the first floor could still shelter some wind and rain, but it was also extremely dilapidated.

In the small building, a group of wild dogs were jostling over a piece of rotten meat that was sometimes found by dogs and cats with a keen sense of smell among the garbage dumped from the rich area.

The man walked over, and the wild dogs, as if disturbed by the uninvited guest, turned their heads and barked at him. The man didn't have any fluctuations, you must know that these wild dogs who have been in the slums for a long time, but even the patrolmen in the rich areas have a headache, and no one wants to be with this group of outlaw dogs. Even if the man was more than two meters tall, these stupid dogs had the intention of retreating.

I saw that he raised his chin slightly, and a pair of vertical pupils under the brim of his hat shone a faint green light in the shadows. And his body suddenly exuded a solemn aura, and the beast-king-like aura invisibly scared one or two old and frail wild dogs into tears.

The notorious wild dogs, frightened away by the man's glance, walked into the hut, threw off the huge box behind him, and said:

"Brothers, make your home here. There wasn't much right and wrong, barely making do. ”

He took off his robe, revealing his face and body, only to see that his face was covered with black lines, and a pair of tiger eyes exuded an irrepressible fierce light, releasing his wildness infinitely. There are many flowers hanging on his body, and the large and small scars form another pattern other than the black lines, and he is the ghost craftsman Teng Yuhu.

Along the way, he dragged the corpses of his brothers alone, facing all kinds of wild beasts in the southern forest, and he almost died in a beast tide. It's just that after waking up, he found that the Horcrux in his hand was only a demon ape fist glove, and the rest were missing. He knew that a person like himself would not be able to face the infinite danger of Sen Luohai, so he forged a pair of Horcruxes again, which he called: Tiger Shadow, a pair of claw sleeves, a Horcrux that sacrificed his own blood, and this was also his last work.

He kept thinking along the way. He thought about revenge, but the huge organization of the Tianji Battalion, with its headquarters deep in the Central Imperial City of Zhongzhou on the mainland, and there were countless masters among them, and it was a fool's dream with his own strength. And Zhou Dun's words have been haunting his mind, and he doesn't know what Zhou Dun's plans will be in the future.

Teng Yuhu shook his head and decided to put these questions aside for now. In this box, it was the corpses of Ye Chuan and the three of them, he dug a pit under this small building and buried the three of them, while he lived in this dilapidated small building.

He wanted to think about what he wanted to do from here. Also, my own identity......

I really...... It's called a ghost craftsman who soars into a tiger?

Ghost craftsman, where did it come from......

Since then, there has been one more person in the slum area of Nanli Town. The man always wore a robe that covered his face, and walked back and forth between the junkyard and a winery in the slums.

The winery was not big, and the wine was hard to drink, but this man had a pot every day, picked up some leftovers thrown by the rich neighborhood in the garbage dump, and then went back to the little building and stayed all day, and did not see him come out until the next day, and then did the same thing again.

Strangely, it was discovered that the man was just drinking in the house, and then he was drunk and sleeping on the broken straw mat. And then there is the fact that the ferocious wild dogs, as if they were very afraid of him, can always take some meat from the mouths of the wild dogs.

It was only then that no one paid attention to him, but it was discovered that there was often a scruffy bearded man, wearing a tattered robe, who went to the winery to steal wine and drink. At first, the proprietress thought it was a big hair to him, but he ran extremely fast, and every time only the proprietress dragged her mountain-like body behind her and scolded.

On this day, the madman once again escaped from under the hill-like flesh shield of the proprietress himself, his face covered with criss-crossed scars, and he looked extremely hideous. His eyes were a little dull and his spirit was a little sluggish, which could be seen to be caused by alcoholism. Suddenly, he tripped over something under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a baby in swaddling clothes, abandoned by someone somebody.

As can be seen from this location, it was thrown from the rich area. He froze, apparently trying to see what was on the ground out of the effects of alcohol. After a while, he was sure of what he was seeing, but he cursed something vaguely and walked away.

"Hey, rich man's son...... It's definitely not a good species, what's the matter with Lao Tzu?"

As soon as he was gone, the wild dogs surrounded him, and they didn't care about anything, but they knew that what was in front of them would fill their stomachs.

The little guy began to cry, but he was a little lacking in strength when he heard it, and he should be dying. But the madman's heart seemed to be touched by something, and he secretly cursed bad luck and turned back.

"Stinky things, get out of the way!"

His shouts were like thunder like a tiger's roar, and a pack of wild dogs scattered and fled. He walked in, looked at the child carefully, and saw that the child's face was like white paper, his breath was like a gossamer, and his snort had a tendency to weaken. There is even only one arm, which is caused by a natural deformity.

This kid is dying......

The madman judged. Seeing that the child's signs of life were getting weaker and weaker, suddenly, his fingers felt a little cold, and he looked down to see that his fingers were being tightly grasped by the child. He hesitated, and from the child's face, he seemed to see his own shadow, yearning for hope and justice, and succumbing to fate and struggling to survive. The child clutched his hands tightly, isn't it that strong desire to survive?

There is nothing better in this world than life......

"If it were you, would you save this child?" he muttered.

For a long time, the child's cry could no longer be heard, and there were almost no signs of life on his body. The madman's unkempt hair, his dim eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and as if he had made a decision, he picked up the child and returned to his dilapidated little building.

Fast forward a few years, and the ghetto still retains its chaotic style.

There is a wine shop there, and the proprietress has a very hot personality, and her figure is unacceptably hot. A startled shout came from the tavern, and the neighbors shook their heads, and they all knew that the annoying boy was here again. He always visited here, but he didn't have any gifts, on the contrary, from time to time, this family stole some rice, and that family stole a chicken, and this time it was obviously the turn of the proprietress to suffer.

"The old ones steal wine, the little ones steal chickens! you don't have a good thing!" said the proprietress gasped, her size destined to catch up with the nimble little cub.

But everyone knew that in that little building lived a man who could stun a pack of wild dogs, and he had only one arm, and some people even remembered that he was as tall as a god when he came, but at this time he was a rickety old man. It is also remembered that he did not have only one arm, but only after adopting a child, he became like this, and during that time he seemed to have become extremely irritable, like a tiger.

The boy returned to the small building, and when he opened the door, he saw a drunken man lying on a shabby straw mat and falling asleep. A wine gourd was casually left aside, and some of the liquor inside was leaking out on the ground.

The boy suddenly became angry and shouted, "Old bastard, you have stolen my money to buy wine again! Why don't you die quickly, I can get rid of you parasite!"

The boy slammed the door and walked out, but the old drunk's eyelids moved, and he smiled shallowly.

This is life...... This evil power within me gave me hatred, and now I give it life...... Sure enough, no one in the world can extinguish hope...... Zhou Dun...... Now I've finally seen through it.

The old drunkard thought as he touched his severed arm.

When this little life came to his own world, he let go of his hatred, and his hope for life was revived. Even if it costs half of his body and an arm.

Suddenly, his mind sank, as if some images were flickering in front of his eyes, and those images overlapped with his past few years, and they were exactly the same, except that the child's role was himself.

His head felt like it was going to explode, and he rolled off the straw mat in pain, but not in that pain.

Who is it? Who am I? Teng Yuhu? And who is the ghost craftsman?

"What's your name, old ghost?"

"I don't remember for a long time...... You'd better keep calling me an old drunk......"

Yes, old drunk...... I remember!

Teng Yuhu suddenly felt that his consciousness had fallen into a torrent, and he only felt darkness in front of him, but at that moment, he finally remembered who he was and knew the past of the old drunk, if all this was true......