Bad gamblers are often linked to not so beautiful words such as broken wives, broken families, high debts, and broken blood, and in the face of bad gamblers who have been completely controlled by gambling addiction, they can only say that they let go of the helping complex and respect the fate of others.

So seeing that the rotten gamblers were pressed to the ground and beaten by the Tiger Head Gang, none of the neighbors wanted to come forward to dissuade them, don't kill people.

Shen Xuan even spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm to the ground, and his mouth relieved his breath.

"Kill this rotten gambler, unfilial dog, in order to gamble money to force his father and mother to death."

Wu Mourning also has no extra sympathy for the rotten gamblers.

In his previous life, he often saw a certain online loan and online gambling, and after his parents helped him pay off his huge debts, he went to gamble and borrow, and borrowed money from relatives and friends everywhere.

Gambling dogs and drug dogs are both things that cannot be sympathized.

This kind of thing can change the evil and return to the right, to put it mildly, Wu Mourning feels that he can quit his will, and he will not say that he will fall into it. Of course, if they were tricked into the pit, they could barely be saved, but most of these people don't want to save themselves.

Pulling the towel, Wu Mourning has been determined.

It's the pile of broken books and rusty iron bars in the hands of the rotten gambler that make me feel strange, as if they are blurred through a layer of frosted glass, and it also causes a change in the chill in the body.

So what is he holding in his hands?

The vicious thugs caught up with the fleeing gambler, and fell directly to the ground, followed by a burst of punches and kicks, and the emaciated gambler knelt on the ground like a curled prawn, covered the back of his head with his hands, and let out a terrible wail like killing a pig.

Wu Mian remembered that this rotten gambler was not beaten once or twice.

All of them have been beaten and experienced.

It is estimated that the family property has been completely emptied, and the beatings have become frequent. The Tiger Head Gang is not doing good deeds, but taking out knives to collect protection money, lending money to people is a donkey rolling, and if you dare to borrow, you want to pay it back.

Look, it's almost time to beat up.

The panting green-skinned man lit a cigarette and signaled to stop, just beat him half to death, if he really killed him, he couldn't collect the debt.

"Bad gambling three, if you don't pay back the money today, the brothers can only ask you for a finger to let you know that if you owe the tiger money, it will be a good end."

"Pay back! Definitely, by all means! I'll use the heirloom to offset this month's interest! ”

The fall of the fists and feet finally stopped, and the rotten gambler with a blue nose and swollen face flatteringly raised the broken book and rusty iron bar in his hand.

The green-skinned leader couldn't help but sneer, and a slap directly fanned the pile of rags.

"I think you're guts and fat, and you're fooling Lao Tzu with the pile of rags of your dead old man, right? Who doesn't know that your house is in tatters, and it's not even worth a penny! ”

The rotten gambler trembled for a while, and his body was like a chaff sieve.

"Look at you stupid donkey, don't you have brothers and sisters? Can they see you getting your fingers chopped off? You know how to do it, right? The green-skinned man lifted the rotten gambler up from the ground, patted the dust on his body for him, and made it clear with a wicked smile.

"I know, I know!"

The rotten gambler hesitated slightly, but when he saw the smiling look of the green-skinned head, he immediately nodded in agreement.

An occasional farce in the town soon ended with the rotten gambler being taken hostage and taken away, leaving only the people watching the excitement talking, the brother and sister of the rotten gambler are really unlucky, and they are entangled by such a thing, as for the matter of the Tiger Head Gang, they dare not say more, and they are tacitly skipped when they accidentally mention it.

As for the heirlooms in the mouths of rotten gamblers.

The unsuspecting merchants took turns picking them up and looking at them, and then threw them on the side of the road in disgust.

The eyes of these merchants are the most poisonous, and they can see the value of everything they can't take, and what they throw away is something that the scavenging station doesn't collect. The merchants lost it so much, even the bear children were not interested in touching it, and the shouting and bargaining of pickup trucks regained people's attention.

No one noticed when the broken book and the rotten iron bar were quietly picked up by a figure.

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"Am I missing out?"

In the bedroom, Wu Mian, who had just taken a hot shower and washed off his sweat and dust, was sitting at the desk, and on the desk was the rags he had just picked up.

The broken book is already rotten, the moth-eaten holes are as dense as a hornet's nest, as if they have been soaked in water, and the handwriting on it is blurry and ghostly drawings. Just this thing, a thin book, it seems that there are still many pages missing, even if you throw the stove and start a fire, it is too little.

The rusty iron bar, the weight is a little, the large and small gaps on it are staggered, and the middle seems to have been slammed by something, which makes people feel a little desolate.

It's no wonder that the merchant treats them as rags.

If it weren't for the fact that he felt abnormal, Wu Mourning probably regarded it as a tattere, and would not have picked it up quietly.

There is no one at home at the moment.

My parents were busy at the stationery shop, and my sister went to the academy to study the broken books and rusty iron bars. Wu Mian took it in his hand and flipped it, seeing that there was no more reaction, he thought about something a little, and then he condensed and summoned the system.

【Mourning】

[Robbery: 1 (Gray)]

[Repair: Do not enter the stream]

[Practice: None]

[Holder: Broken remnants of the soldier (the off-hand weapon of the elite soldiers in the past, this short sword was always with him until he died in battle.] It finally died with the ghosts, and the weapon that has sprouted spirituality has long adhered to the master's determination before his death, regardless of the era), a vague book (a product of the post-Song Dynasty, it is said that the soldiers will read it, and today, it has long been as vague and dilapidated as in the past, with a faint sadness)]

"Remnants, books...... The introduction of this system smells of soul. ”

Wu Mourning got interesting information from the scattered descriptions given by the object.

Later Song, soldiers, ghosts.

In the course of history, the master of the academy lamented that the history of the pre-Song and post-Song dynasties was chaotic, and the historical records of nearly 500 years were uneven, and there was even a strange appearance of the chaotic interaction between the wild history and the official history, so that the records of historians were disorganized, which was a regret in the history of civilization of Zhuxia.

Nowadays, the history of the pre-Song and post-Song dynasties is one of the crazes in the Zhuxia literary circle.

And that grand and chaotic history seems to have opened a corner of the veil of mystery towards the irrelevant Wu Mourning, revealing the content of infinite reverie.

And as Wu Mourning had perceived before.

The 1 point of Seed (Ash) that you currently have can be added to two items you hold.

There is only one point, which one should be added to?

Wu Mian held his chin in thought, and suddenly he saw the iron bar on the table snap and beat on its own. Before Wu Mourning could react, a vicious aura that made the entire bedroom instantly feel like an ice cellar erupted from the iron bar!

And instantly pounced towards Wu Mourning!