That evening, we were in a good mood. really got paper money for Liu Cripple and burned it for half the night. Liu Cripple got the money and smiled. I swear that I will definitely be an honest man in the future. It's just that no one believes this kind of thing anymore.

When we came back from the cemetery, it was still dark. Mr. Lu and Xue Qian returned to Xue's house. And I myself returned to the void.

I lay on my empty bed, but I didn't feel sleepy. I thought of the woman in Anrakuji Temple. In that palace, I saw her breathe in and out, and her body changed unpredictably.

I remembered Xue Qian's words at that time: "The method of vomiting in the Dao Gate can be cultivated to this realm. ”

I never wanted to be a peerless master. But if you can really make yourself stronger, why not give it a try? And this method of spitting is not difficult.

After thinking so, I lay on my side on the bed. Adjust your breathing.

But I tried a few times, and they all failed. I don't know why, my breathing was chaotic and I couldn't control it all the time.

I held my breath strangely, wondering what was going on.

I was thinking about it, suddenly. I discovered something horrible and terrifying. The cold sweat on my body immediately flowed down.

I quietly grabbed the big knife next to me and slowly got up from the bed.

I finally knew why I couldn't even breathe well. Because I heard another breath under the bed.

The two of us were so close together, and I didn't expect anyone under the bed, so I mistook his voice for mine and was disturbed.

Empty death is a notoriously ghostly. Even people who don't know about it, when they see this place in tatters and gloomy, don't dare to come in. And this guy, not only dared to break in, but also quietly hid under my bed, he was not a living person.

I prepared myself in bed, then jumped off and stomped barefoot on the ground. Holding a large knife and stabbing it under the bed.

I felt like a big knife had stabbed something in front of me, and it felt like a human body. But the man under the bed didn't move. Not a word.

I thought to myself, "Is it a dead man?" No, how can a dead man breathe? ”

I stabbed him twice more with a big knife, and the guy under the bed remained motionless. I took the candle off the table, lifted the sheet, and shone it inside. I saw a man, with blood on his face, looking out in horror.

I stared at him for a long time. It was finally determined that this kid should be alive.

I put the candle on the ground, held the big knife, and asked, "Who are you?" Why are you here? ”

The man shuddered vigorously, and then his voice trembled: "Who are you?" "Let's do it together.

I said, "I'm the master here." ”

The man sighed and muttered, "Does this kind of broken man also have an owner?" ”

I asked impatiently, "What the hell are you doing?" ”

The man said nervously, "There's a bad guy catching me." Don't say it, please save my life. ”

I shook the big knife in my hand and said, "Who caught you?" I'm here to keep you safe. ”

The man looked at me with some disbelief: "Really? ”

I grabbed him by the collar: "You can't get out?" ”

The man struggled twice, and I dragged him out.

I found his face. He was covered in bruises, and had apparently been severely beaten.

I asked, "What the hell are you doing?" Why are you hiding under my bed? ”

The man didn't answer my question, but looked around. After a while, he said, "Why don't you even have a watch here?" What time is it? ”

I took out my phone and said, "It's past four o'clock, and it's going to be dawn soon." ”

The man breathed a sigh of relief: "Did I hide all night?" They should go back too. ”

Then he stood up and said to me, "Thank you. In the future, I will make a fortune, and I will definitely repay you. Then he went to the door.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped again. He looked at me with some hesitation, and then said, "You lit the candle just now, and I saw a lot of money under your bed. ”

I looked at him with some vigilance: "What? Do you want to hit my idea? ”

The man looked at the big knife in my hand and said with a frightened look, "I don't dare." ”

Then, he leaned over again and asked, "Can you lend me some?" ”

I held the big knife, looked him up and down, and asked, "What's your name?" What is it for? ”

The man was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "My name is Hammer." ”

I couldn't help laughing: "Dude, you shouldn't be from Sichuan, right?" ”

Hammer was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood my joke. A wry smile appeared on his face, and the smile touched the wound, and he grinned in pain. He said to me, "Brother, I'm so down, don't make fun of me." ”

Then, he said eagerly: "I have a good deal to do now." It's tens of millions in one night. How about you lend me 10,000 and I'll give you back 100,000 tomorrow? ”

I looked at his clothes. It's also a famous brand, but it's torn to pieces.

I shook my head and said, "Dude, to be honest, I can't trust you. ”

Hammer sighed and said, "The world is disgusted with the poor and love the rich, when I was in the limelight, I don't know how many people fought for money to me." ”

He muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, and then limped to the door. When he got to the door. Suddenly it stopped again. He said to me a little unwillingly, "Brother." Have you ever played with a sickle, a hammer, a red flag? ”

I was stunned for a moment: "Scythe, hammer, red flag? Revolutionary? ”

Seeing that I was stunned, Hammer said, "Rock, scissors, paper, you always know this, right?" ”

I nodded and said, "Of course I've played with this." ”

The hammer waved his hand and said, "It's the same thing, but it's called different." Rock-scissors are capitalist things, and hammers and sickles are much more communist. ”

As soon as the hammer said that, I understood.

Actually, I've heard a little bit of this kind of thing. A few decades ago, our country fell into an era of frenzy, and many things were forced to change their names and were given communist meanings. After the wave passed, some people felt that the new name was awkward and changed back to the old name. Some people are used to calling it, so they keep calling it like that.

"Scythe, hammer, red flag" in the mouth of the hammer. "It's probably the name left over from that time.

I muttered to myself, "If you play according to the international common gameplay." The sickle is to cut through the red flag, the hammer is to smash the sickle, and the red flag is to trap the hammer. This game seems to be a bit of a rebellion. I don't know what the people who invented this set of names thought in the first place. ”

Hammer said a little eagerly: "Brother, do you want the two of us to play two games?" How about five hundred dollars a game? ”

I was stunned for a moment: "You're going to gamble with me?" ”

Hammer used to look pitiful, but when it came to playing this game, he suddenly became energetic. He looked at me eagerly: "Brother, you have so much money, don't you dare?" ”

I laughed in my heart: "This kid, is he provoking me?" ”

I said, "I don't care about money. But I don't think you're rich. What if you lose? ”

The hammer waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. I can't lose, come on. ”

Then he cried out in a loud voice, "Scythe...... Hammer...... Red flag! ”

My scythe pierced his red flag. He lost.

I looked at him with a smile: "Dude, how is this counted?" ”

The hammer habitually wiped his face, and his dirty hand touched the wound, grinning in pain. He said, "Keep the accounts, let's do it again." ”

Then he cried out again, "Scythe...... Hammer...... Red flag! ”

This time, my hammer smashed his scythe. I sat down on the bed with my hands folded and asked, "Do you still want to play?" ”

Hammer's face was flushed, and he said extremely excitedly: "Play, why don't you play?" There is no winning general on the table, and this one is about to turn the tables. Come on, man. ”

He shouted again in a voice ten times higher than before, "Scythe...... Hammer...... Red flag! ”

This time, the hammer lost again. But instead of being depressed, he became more agitated. Instead, I found a piece of paper and carefully wrote down the amount of money he owed me