Time: The next day respectively.

Location: Hangcheng Garbage Street.

It is a place where the rich disdain to come, and the poor long to leave.

"Ah, robbery, someone is robbing, come quickly!" a panicked cry sounded.

On the main road, a medium-looking, young girl was snatched of her purse by a masked man, and she screamed anxiously everywhere, feeling like she was about to cry.

But none of the pedestrians around came forward to help her chase the robbers, most of them were gloating, and some even watched the play with their arms crossed.

Isn't it strange that if this kind of thing happened in other parts of Hangzhou, then someone would definitely come forward and act bravely. But here, unless you are a fool, no one will do such a thankless job.

It is clear that there are no fools on this path at this time.

Because this is a garbage street, and the people who live here are gray people who wander on the edge of the city, nine out of ten are unclean, they are abandoned by normal society, they are excluded by people under the sun, and they gather here to become a three-way zone.

Justice, kindness, what is that, can it be eaten or can it be spent?

In the garbage street, you grab a man, either a robber or a thief, and pull a woman by the hand, and the woman's first words must be:

"Two hundred at a time, one thousand per night, special requests for additional money, where do you go or where do you go?"

Qiu Ting lives in such a place where the dark side of human nature is exposed all the time, because his father is the soul destroyer responsible for protecting this area.

It's messy, but she likes it a lot, and it's a bit messy compared to the outside, but at least everyone is direct. I'm a bad guy, I'm proud, I'm a hooligan, I'm proud, these things are written directly on my face, and it's much better than those people outside who look brightly dressed and dignified on the surface, but are inferior to beasts in private.

On the street, the robbed woman cried and cried for a while, and when she saw that no one helped, she immediately stopped crying, got up and cursed a few words, and then grabbed a good-looking man.

"Handsome guy, do you want to relax, two hundred at a time, one thousand at night, you want to die..."

The man smiled evilly, stretched out his hand and pinched the woman's plump place obscenely, the woman said that she hated it, but her body was closer, let her knead, and soon the two discussed the price and walked into a small hotel not far away.

Tut-tut, that's the ethos here, and it's happening all the time in the area.

Along the way, she watched several fights, robberies, frauds and other performances for free, and Qiu Ting came to her door.

She took out the key and pushed the door open, and the antique-level door suddenly made a 'chirp' sound.

"Dad, I'm back. ”

As soon as she opened the door, the pungent smell of wine came to her face, choking Qiu Tingzhi frowned, the house is not big, only seventy or eighty square meters, and the most expensive furniture inside is an old-fashioned refrigerator, which has long been eliminated, and now you can't buy it on the market.

On an old couch lay a middle-aged man, with a scruffy beard and messy hair like a chicken's nest, carrying a bottle of beer in his hand and a pile of empty wine bottles underneath him.

Qiu Ting saw that he was sleeping fragrantly, shook her head with a wry smile, put down her luggage and began to tidy up this messy home.

Accidentally, she knocked over the wine bottle on the table, swirled in the air, only to hear a pop, and the wine bottle burst.

The sloppy man lying on the sofa opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were sharp, and a terrifying spiritual pressure emanated from his body... After seeing that it was Qiu Ting, that aura disappeared instantly, and he turned back into a messy middle-aged man.

"When did you come back?" he said, picking up the unfinished wine in his hand and pouring it into his mouth.

"Just came back, drink less alcohol, it's not good for your health. ”

"The last bottle, after drinking it, I don't drink it. The middle-aged man smirked.

Qiu Ting has no mother since she was a child, she was raised by her father, and when she was young, she always asked her father: Where did my mother go.

At that time, Qiu Hairan always shook his head and smiled bitterly, telling her that her mother went to a far, far away place, and she will come back when you grow up.

Later, when Qiu Hairan was drunk and talking in her sleep, she learned that her mother ran away from home shortly after she was born and ruthlessly left their father and daughter behind.

Since that time, Qiu Ting has never asked about her mother again.

"Dad, can you subdue the Evil Spirit King?" she asked.

"What?" the middle-aged man put down the bottle, his eyes half-narrowed.

"The Evil Spirit King was born on this mission, and I almost couldn't come back. ”

"Ghost King, I haven't appeared for many years, I'm old, I'm retired, I'm afraid I can't accept it. Qiu Hairan lay back on the sofa.

"I'll just ask. Qiu Ting continued to tidy up, and after a while, she stood in front of Qiu Hairan and said very seriously:

"Teach me, I want to learn the Seven Styles of Soul Breaking!"

When Qiu Hairan heard her words, his expression changed instantly, and he said in a deep voice: "How do you know the Seven Styles of Soul Breaking? Who told you?"

The Seven Styles of Breaking the Spirit are the seven invincible earth immortals in the past to create the great art of exorcising evil spirits, respectively named after the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, each style is magical and extraordinary, and it can be said that it is the top unparalleled Dao method.

Since eons, these seven styles have long been lost, and to this day, few of the younger generation of spirit masters know about these seven peerless techniques.

"You said it last time you were drunk. Qiu Ting pouted.

Qiu Hairan slapped himself in annoyance: "My broken mouth..."

"Teach me!" said the girl.

The middle-aged man's face changed for a while, and finally said helplessly: "Since you know, I won't hide it." ”

It turned out that Qiu Hairan's ancestor was the last disciple of Zhang Daoling, the last earth immortal in the spirit world five thousand years ago.

Zhang Daoling survived for a short time, but he soared out of this world after two hundred years, and before leaving, he left the Extreme Dao Dafa created in his life in a mysterious place, and ordered the ancestors of the Qiu family to guard it for generations, and wait for someone to protect the world on his behalf.

This is an opportunity, but also a heavy responsibility.

For countless years, none of the spirit masters who have been inherited by the earth immortals have been able to have a good end, as if it was a curse, and they were all buried in the ten burial grounds, without exception.

Therefore, each generation of guardians of the Qiu family will seriously warn future generations not to practice the Seven Styles of Breaking Spirits unless absolutely necessary.

This is also the reason why Qiu Hairan never told Qiu Ting.

"The Seven Styles of Breaking the Spirit cannot be obtained unless you are destined, even if you are destined, but once you start to cultivate the Seven Forms, what you will face in the future is the most terrifying thing, and it will be difficult to end well.

This is a cursed spell, do you still want to learn it?"

"Yes!" Qiu Ting nodded heavily.

"But I don't want you to learn, I'm still waiting to hold my grandson. ”

"Goodbye!" Qiu picked up his luggage and was about to leave.

Qiu Hairan hurriedly said, "Where are you going?"

"Running away from home!"

"Girl, discuss it again, don't do this. ”

Qiu Ting snorted: "Either teach me, or lose me forever, you can choose for yourself." ”

"Dead girl, I've only been out for a few days and I've learned to play a bachelor!"

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