Not far from the ruined temple, Chu Jiang stood next to a new grave that had just been piled up, and bowed silently three times.

After burying the little girl, Chu Jiang returned to the ruined temple full of bloody news.

Inside the broken temple, Chu Jiang carefully recalled what happened to him in that strange space, he thought that this should not be a dream or illusion, it should have happened in reality, after all, his fatal wound that almost killed him had completely disappeared.

"Forget it, I don't want to, after all, I'm still alive, and I still have the hope of returning to Earth, this is already the best result!" Chu Jiang shook his head and thought happily.

"Goo-goo!"

At this time, Chu Jiang's stomach made a protest sound against him.

Through the fragments of his memory, he learned that the ruined temple was an abandoned temple about five kilometers from the town.

"The world is big, and the food is the biggest, let's go to the town to find something to eat first!"

Chu Jiang felt a little hungry, so he walked in the direction of the town.

About two incense sticks, Chu Jiang came to a crowded market.

"Hey, take a look, freshly baked buns. ”

"Walk by, don't miss it, fresh fruit is sold cheaply, take a look!"

......

The streets were filled with noisy shouting.

Chu Jiang looked at the dazzling array of goods, as well as the fragrance of buns wafting in the air from time to time, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

But the strange thing is that there are some old and young women and children on the street, and they don't see the young man, Chu Jiang didn't think much about it, just looked for the taste and found a steamed bun shop, took a sharp sip with his nose, wiped the saliva that was about to flow out of the corner of his mouth with his hand, looked straight at the cage of steamed buns, and touched his pocket again, and found that he was penniless.

"Stinky beggar, are you going to steal my buns again, get out of here, leave my shop, and don't delay my business." ”

The owner of the steamed bun shop found him, brandishing a burning stick blackened by the fire in his hand, and scolded Chu Jiang to leave his steamed bun shop quickly.

"Phew, what's wrong with the beggar, Lao Tzu is not uncommon to your steamed buns!" Chu Jiang spat at the steamed bun shop and left the steamed bun shop.

Passers-by on the street saw Chu Jiang's dirty, unkempt, and bloody smell all over his body, mixed with unknown smells, all of them avoided like snakes and scorpions, pinched their noses and sped up their steps away from him.

"Hey, little beggar!"

At this time, a soft girl's voice suddenly came to Chu Jiang's ears from behind.

He turned around, and was greeted by a mass of things wrapped in yellow paper, Chu Jiang quickly caught it with his hand, and when he opened it, it turned out to be five steaming buns.

Chu Jiang looked over and saw a slender figure wearing a black robe who was moving away quickly.

Chu Jiang strode after him, wanting to thank him in person, but unfortunately the figure walked too fast and too far, and suddenly disappeared from his line of sight.

"Thank you!"

Chu Jiang silently said a word of thanks in his heart, and then found a small alley where no one was there and ate it.

Chu Jiang, who was full of food and drink, burped and prepared to get up and leave. Suddenly, I heard a faint sound coming from a narrow and dim alley not far away.

In the dark alley, a figure slowly appeared, which continued to enlarge and clear in Chu Jiang's eyes, and he saw that the figure was a middle-aged man with a thin body.

The man held a small jar of wine in his hand, raised the jar from time to time, raised his head and drank, and the pace of walking under his feet was like playing Tai Chi left and right, and his body also swayed and swung down with the lame posture, spinning leisurely.

Suddenly, the man saw Chu Jiang, who had just stood up from the corner, looking at him curiously, and the eyes of the two were on each other.

What caught Chu Jiang's eyes was a somewhat sickly face and a skinny figure. His pale cheeks were full of crimson from alcohol.

The memory in his mind flashed, Chu Jiang suddenly clenched his fists, and said through gritted teeth: "You brute!"

And the middle-aged man also saw the other party's appearance clearly, and heard Chu Jiang's voice as if it was a talisman, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and he immediately woke up half of his already drunk and smoked appearance, and shouted: "Hell!" Then he turned around and ran away, and continued to shout in his mouth: "Don't look for me, it's none of my business!"

Chu Jiang saw the middle-aged man swaying towards the depths of the alley, so he chased after him one by one.

The man saw Chu Jiang who was getting closer and closer, and in a panic, he kept throwing Chu Jiang with the surrounding debris, hoping to slow down his pace so that he could escape as soon as possible.

It's a pity that the middle-aged man miscalculated, where could he run past Chu Jiang with his drunken appearance, and he was thrown to the ground by Chu Jiang after a while.

With a "bang", the wine jar in the man's hand also fell to the ground, and the middle-aged man was also thrown into a smash, and the fragments of the wine jar that were smashed to pieces were scattered everywhere.

Before the man could react, Chu Jiang was so quick that he couldn't hide his ears and steal the bell, one hand had already grabbed the man's collar's clothes, and the other hand was tightly clenched into a fist and slammed it into a fist on his face, which was already so thin that only skin remained, half white and half red.

"Bang, bang, bang!" several fists rang out.

These punches completely woke up the middle-aged man, he spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva with blood foam from his mouth, and looked at Chu Jiang viciously and said: "Stinky boy, whether you are a human or a ghost, you dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, I will let you die again today!"

"I don't know who is the hand of the deer dead!" Chu Jiang also scolded back without showing weakness, and then the old and the young scuffled together.

It wasn't long before a terrible scream rang out.

I saw that the middle-aged man had been beaten by Chu Jiang to no longer be human, and his originally emaciated figure was swollen like a balloon, although Chu Jiang was not much better, but fortunately, Chu Jiang still had the upper hand.

At this time, a sharp wine jar fragment was erected on the middle-aged man's neck, and it was cutting towards his major artery little by little.

The middle-aged man couldn't figure out how an adult could not beat a child who was only a teenager, but he didn't have time to think about it in order to survive.

"Please let me go, I don't want to die, as long as you let me go, I'm willing to be a slave for the rest of my life for you to drive. The middle-aged man's eyes were full of horror, and he spoke incoherently and frantically begging for mercy.

"Hehe, have you given me and your daughter a chance?"

"By the time you personally took the creditor's people to the ruined temple and wanted to forcibly take your own daughter to pay off the huge gambling debts you owed, you had already lost your qualification to be a father. ”

"When your daughter and I swore to the death and tried our best to resist, did you watch the creditor's people strangle your daughter to death in order to please the creditor?"

"In the end, in order to help the creditor conceal it, you destroyed the evidence of the crime and stabbed an innocent little boy to death in the ruined temple with your own hands. ”

"You sacrificed two innocent lives to fulfill your wishes in order to survive, and the point is that there is also your own biological daughter, you are really a complete scumbag, a mad brute. ”

Chu Jiang roared wildly, as if he had vented all of Wang Ergou's anger and resentment.

"No, no, I don't want to do this either, it's all the shopkeeper Li forced me to do......"

Before the man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Jiang.

"Don't you just want to save your dog's life? I promise you, if you tell me where the king's treasurer lives, I'll let you go. ”

"Really?" the man was a little frightened, as if he was afraid that Chu Jiang would regret it.

"Do you have any other choice now?" The fragment in Chu Jiang's hand had already slowly finished speaking on the man's neck, drawing a bloody mark.

It didn't take long for the middle-aged man to spit out everything about Shopkeeper Li.

"I've done as you asked, can you let me go now?" the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief after speaking, because Chu Jiang had slowly loosened his collar and the fragments against his neck.

Suddenly, at the moment when the middle-aged man was about to get up, he felt a chill in his neck, his eyes widened, obviously not believing that Chu Jiang actually killed him, blood gushed out from the wound on his neck, and he fell to the ground and convulsed a few times, and then he was lifeless.

"Hmph, you scum, waste air alive and waste land when you die, feed the rats here. After Chu Jiang snorted coldly, he picked up the money bag that the middle-aged man had dropped on the ground, and left quickly without looking back.

Not long after Chu Jiang left, there was a squeaky sound in the alley, accompanied by the sound of gnawing corpses, as if it was fulfilling Chu Jiang's words.