It's time.

For Tianhang City, this time is not too late.

On Tianhang Street, the business of various liquor stores has just begun.

Girls dancing upstairs with water sleeves, and the melodious sound of the piano echoed from the lavishly decorated attics.

There are also those shopkeepers dressed in all kinds of clothes, who are standing at the door and cheering customers for their owners.

It's an errand that only the most discerning guy in every store can get.

Their characters find the guests from the inner gate among the pedestrians passing by the street, and use all their resources to bring them to their own liquor shop, which prefers the inner disciple who is more generous than most of the outer disciples.

The crowds of people coming and going, and the bright lanterns, illuminate these bustling cities that belong to Tianhang City as if it were daytime.

The mountain ditch, which is only about ten miles away from the city, is pitch black, and for the residents of the shantytown, oil lamps and candles are luxuries that can be saved.

Compared to these, they are more willing to spend the money they have on buying some inferior elixirs and inferior cultivation methods.

To pursue the opportunity to enter the inner door like a one-in-a-million.

It seems that when they enter the inner door, they can soar into the sky, they can become human beings, and they can change their fate.

This hope is ethereal and meager in its hope.

But for those in the gutter, he is the most important rope that keeps them alive......

Dim, damp, and dirty.

This is almost synonymous with this mountain ditch in the eyes of outsiders, especially those inner disciples.

……

At this moment, a candle was lit in one of the dimly lit shanty towns.

The surrounding residents glanced at the place, and there was not much surprise on their faces, just one glance, and then they withdrew their gazes.

Unlike most of the residents who still dreamed of becoming inner disciples, there was an elderly couple living in the shantytown.

In the early years, the family was well-off, and later their son who entered the inner door died violently outside, and the couple sold their family property in order to seek justice for him.

Without a place to live, they moved to a shantytown and made a living by selling some pies.

It is said that their son was afraid of the dark in front of him, so no matter how poor the couple was, they would light a candle at night and place it next to their son's spiritual plaque.

In this regard, the surrounding residents have long been surprised.

Bai Qingqu slowly lifted the steamer, wiped the oil stains on the door with a rag, and then put the steamer on the ground one by one, covering it with a cloth to avoid being contaminated with dust.

He's too old.

It took him a quarter of an hour to do such a simple thing.

His arms were a little sore because of this, and his waist was also aching.

He thought that the painkillers he prescribed in Lang Zhong half a month ago still had some residues, and he couldn't say that there was still some effect after adding water to boil it, so he turned around and wanted to go to the stove to pick up the medicine stove, but this thought just rose and was suppressed by him-

Mr. Meng said that he should not eat other medicinal things in the past few days, otherwise it will not affect the final result.

That's the big deal.

The old problems on my waist seem insignificant compared to this.

Thinking of this, he reached out and picked up the lamp on the side, and walked slowly into the shantytown.

The shanty was simply furnished, with a bunk on the ground with hay underneath to keep out the moisture from the ground, a box on the side with some miscellaneous items, and then a wooden table that took up the most space in the whole room.

But the wooden table was not used for eating, or reading and writing.

There is a spiritual seat on it, and there are several big characters on the position of the beloved son Bai Zi'an.

When Bai Qingqu walked into the house, his wife was sitting on the floor, wiping a wooden doll with a handkerchief, and there were several similar dolls in the small box beside her.

This is his son's favorite toy when he was a child, and many of them are made by Bai Qingqu himself.

When he was a child, Bai Zi'an liked to put these villain-shaped puppets into a square team, simulating two armies, and swore that he would be a general and a hero when he grew up.

After their son left, Bai Qingqu and his wife Xu Shen sold all their family property, but they were reluctant to throw away these old puppets that were once used by their children when they were young.

These were toys that used to be my son's childhood.

Now it has become a treasure for the couple.

For all these years, whenever he was free, his wife would sit there and wipe the dolls over and over again.

Xu Shen glanced up at her husband who walked into the room, just glanced at it, and then lowered his head and wiped the puppet again.

Bai Qingqu looked at his wife with this appearance, and sighed in his heart, since his son left, his wife had become silent because of the blow.

Bai Qingqu also tried to do something to make her better, but almost all of them had little effect.

He placed the candlestick on the wooden table.

"Come closer." At this time, the woman on the floor finally said the first words of the husband and wife, and her voice was hoarse.

Bai Qingqu was stunned.

"Zi'an is afraid of the dark, so get closer." Xu Shen's voice sounded again.

Bai Qingqu smiled bitterly when he heard this, but he still sent the candlestick inward as he said.

Xu Shen had already wiped the last puppet clean at this time, she carefully put these dolls back into the wooden box one by one, locked the wooden box, and put it in the most conspicuous position at the head of the bed, and then stood up and walked to Bai Qingqu.

"It's almost time." She said.

Hearing this, Bai Qingqu's face changed slightly.

The old woman walked up to him, took out a porcelain bottle from the bag beside him, and poured out two white pills from it.

"Mr. Meng said that this medicine will attack in half an hour at most, and at this time, those big people are being feasted......"

Bai Qingqu showed hesitation on his face, and he said: "But Tianhang Street is the most prosperous street in Tianhang City, there will definitely be many people present, and we may hurt some innocent ......."

When Xu Shen heard this, he glared at his husband viciously, and his old face was as resentful as a ghost.

"So what?"

"Who can be in those areas of Tianhang Street who is not the inner disciple of Tianhang Mountain?"

"They were the ones who killed our children in a fit of rage!"

"They all deserve to die! None of them are innocent! ”

"Bai Qingqu, if you're afraid, you can hide away! I want to avenge Zi'an! ”

The old woman said this, looked up and took one of the pills into her mouth.

Bai Qingqu didn't expect his wife to be so decisive, he hurriedly grabbed the old woman's hand when he saw this, and said, "Ah Shen......"

But then the old woman's throat squirmed, as if she was swallowing the elixir.

She didn't even look at Bai Qingqu, but at this time she turned her head to look at the spirit card in front of her.

At that moment, the resentment on her face dissipated and became gentle and kind.

She reached out and stroked the spirit card, and whispered in her mouth: "Zi'an......"

"Don't be afraid."

"My mother avenged you, and soon I will come down to ...... with you"