The injured person lying next to the car was the same person who had just left us a cruel word.

People are not dead, they are still conscious.

His eyes were half-open, and he kept scanning his surroundings, as if looking for something.

When the old man saw him like this, he led me through the crowd.

Walking up to the man, the old man squatted down, pretended to check his injuries, and asked him in a low voice, "Do you have a long memory?" ”

"Old-timer, you're a bad rule." Although there was fear in the man's eyes, there was more anger: "I just went out with my front foot, and you yin me with your back foot, is it interesting?" ”

"You juniors, like to do things ruthlessly, I'm from the older generation, so I don't like you." The old man said, lit a cigarette for himself, took two puffs, and handed it to his mouth, as if helplessly, "I like to do things absolutely ......."

Hearing this, the man held a cigarette in his mouth and stopped squeaking.

"The first time is to chant the scriptures, and the second time is to give it away." The old man sighed: "Next time, you will stay in Sichuan, and I will help you overtake." ”

When he heard this, he didn't know whether he was scared or angry, his body trembled a little, and the cigarette butt in his mouth was about to bite off, but he still didn't dare to make a sound.

"When people are old, their hearts are not as hard as they used to be, in the next life, don't force me to kill you." The old man said, patted him lightly on the head, and then stood up and shouted loudly to the people around him: "Call 120, this young man is still saved!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and went back, leaving me there alone.

At this time, the man raised his head with great difficulty, gasped for air, and asked me over and over again: "Dare to ask which school your old man studied from?" ”

I shook my head and said I didn't know.

The man still didn't give up, and asked again: "Dare to ask your old man's name?" ”

Hearing this question, I immediately became vigilant: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to know which master I am planted in." He smiled bitterly, his expression was quite sincere: "I won't come to look for death in the future, you don't have to worry that I will come to find trouble." ”

I hesitated for a moment and whispered, "My old man's surname is Shen, and his full name is Shen Kurong." ”

When I said this, the man's eyes widened as if he had heard something incredible, and his face was full of shock and bewilderment.

"He is the living king of Hades, Shen Kurong?!!"

Living Hades?

When did the old man have this nickname??

"So, you were hit, and my grandfather caused it?" I looked at the blood on his face and couldn't believe it.

"Definitely." When the man said this, there was no angry expression, on the contrary, he seemed to be relieved: "I didn't expect me to survive at his hands...... No one believes it......"

By this time, the ambulance had already arrived, and the crowd began to stir.

Before I was carried on the stretcher, he grabbed my arm without warning, and his tone was so sincere that he was a mess.

"Help me bring a message to Old Man Shen, I have eaten this lesson, thank him for raising his noble hand, not only did not abolish me, but also left me a bowl of rice to eat, I will leave Sichuan tonight, and I will not come again in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man was carried into the ambulance by the paramedics, and I did not linger at the scene and went straight back to the pharmacy.

After entering the door, I realized that I don't know when, a customer of the same age as the old man came to the store.

At this time, the old man was sitting with him drinking tea, and when he saw me coming, the guest smiled at me and said, "This is Shi'an, right?" It's grown so big in a blink of an eye....."

The old man snorted, turned his head sideways and said to me, "This is your Grandpa Chen." ”

"Hello Grandpa Chen." I greeted him politely, and kept muttering in my heart, this old man looked very raw, and I had never seen him before.

I sensed that they had something to talk about, so I was ready to avoid it and plan to go straight to the second floor to rest.

But what I didn't expect was that the old man actually stopped me.

"You sit here." The old man said, gesturing to the chair beside him.

Hearing this, Old Man Chen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask the old man: "Don't hide it from him?" ”

"I can't hide it." The old man sighed, his expression was full of frustration, and there was a helpless look in his cloudy old eyes: "Yesterday he just asked someone in the line to find him, although that person didn't come to the Shen family, but ......"

When he said this, the old man didn't go on, he smoked faster and faster, and his brow furrowed more and more.

"Are you planning to let him carry the banner of the Shen family?" Old man Chen asked.

"You don't care about this." The old man scolded impatiently: "You just say that you have something to do with me, and leave after speaking, don't dangle in front of my eyes." ”

"It's not that I'm in charge, I'm for your good." Old Man Chen smiled bitterly: "Old Shen, if you don't teach your grandson, your Shen family's ability will be broken in this generation." ”

"A man breathes a breath, a lamp in front of the door." The old man said, raised his hand, and pointed to the door of the pharmacy: "I'm still alive, the Shen family's lights can't be extinguished, and the incense can't be broken." ”

Hearing this, Old Man Chen frowned: "What if you die?" ”

"Before I die, I don't care about what I do after death, what the hell do I do with that heart?" The old man smiled: "Besides, it's unknown how many years I can live, don't curse Lao Tzu for a short life." ”

As he spoke, the old man turned his head sideways and looked at me deeply, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"What's more, this cub is too soft-hearted, so follow his father and learn the ability of a fart!"

"It's good to be soft-hearted."

Old Man Chen's tone was very sincere, not like he was joking with the old man.

"The gentleman's heart is too hard these years, and he doesn't leave room for others or himself when he gets things done."

The old man took over the conversation and asked him rhetorically: "Because of this, I don't want my grandson to enter the industry, he is soft-hearted like that, who can he fight?" ”

"If you can't fight now, do you want him to be unable to fight for the rest of his life?" Old Man Chen asked with a wry smile: "His father's death is the main reason why you don't let him enter the industry, but if you let the Shen family cut off the incense because of this, have you ever thought about how he will live the rest of his life?" ”

The old man didn't squeak, as if he was thinking something.

"Your temper is too stubborn, you didn't go when the people above asked you to go to Babaoshan to help......." Old man Chen sighed and said: "Think about it, how many idle things you have managed and how many enemies you have made in the past few decades, and now they dare not come to trouble the Shen family, it is because you are here, but how many years can you live?" ”

As soon as he heard this, the old man immediately scolded, and said that don't curse me on your old dog's day, Lao Tzu's good days are still long!

"I'm telling the truth." Old man Chen gloated and smiled: "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your grandson, if he is killed in the future......"

"Actually, I can solve this matter." The old man said suddenly.

Old man Chen was stunned for a moment, and asked the old man curiously, what can you do?

"Before I die, I will kill all those who have had conflicts with me and those who have had festivals." The old man flashed like a flash of inspiration, and said triumphantly: "Isn't this all right!" ”

Old man Chen was silent for a few seconds, and asked tentatively, "I remember that we had a holiday a few years ago, right?" ”

The old man said, "No, I hated you a lot."

"And will you kill me before you die?" Old man Chen asked cautiously.

"You're the first to die." The old man scolded viciously.

"You are really ruthless with the surname Shen!" Old man Chen laughed and said, "But you can do it this way, I'm afraid that you will cause public anger and make the people above look at it." ”

The old man stopped squeaking and quieted down very abruptly.

"I suggest you teach him something, it's better to use it for self-defense." Old man Chen said helplessly: "In our Sichuan, the Song family and your Shen family are considered famous families in the industry, and now the Song family has collapsed, but it still hasn't dispersed, and the reason why it can survive is because there is an afterlife with incense ........"

"That one is called Song Butian?" The old man said: "That posterity is a good material, it is estimated that in a few years, the banner of the Song family will have to be carried by him." ”

"You don't want the Shen family to be a flag-bearer?" Old man Chen asked.

The old man scolded very unceremoniously: "What's your business? Why are you so busy? ”

After speaking, the old man slapped the table angrily, and scolded impatiently, if you have nothing to do with me, get out, don't delay me to go out to play cards.

"I came to you for something, I really want you to help, to be exact, there are two things." Old man Chen was not angry, and smiled very embarrassedly: "This first thing is related to the third Ma Lao who died a few days ago." ”

"Him?" The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief: "That posterity can make trouble for the above?" ”

"He can't, but everyone else in the line can." Old man Chen said helplessly: "You should know that that person is cultivating the Harmony Surrender, and it is the only one in the industry to surrender in southern Xinjiang......."

The old man snorted and didn't speak.

"Ma Laosan is a good material, he doesn't have a master to bring, with an old book he has the ability to repair himself, although he has also done a lot of illegal things, but I still admire him." Old man Chen smacked his lips: "Now that he's dead, the book has become ownerless, so some red-eyed gentlemen ......."

Without waiting for Old Man Chen to finish speaking, the old man stood up, walked behind the counter and rummaged for a while, took out a black plastic bag and walked back.

"Looking for this?"

The old man asked, taking out the contents of the bag and placing them on the table.

It was an ancient yellowed book, a finger thick, with burnt marks at the corners, but the handwriting on the cover was still clearly visible.

The title of the book is written in block letters, but it is only nine large characters.

"Seventy-two Harmony of Southern Xinjiang".