Chapter 107 - Bloodthirsty Hao Zhen (VIll)
Hao Zhen withdrew his mind, and all kinds of feelings surged in his heart. This was his first place of death. From the first moment he stepped into the prison, he had no hope of survival. However, he met Fei Yunxiao here, a man who was only a half-day master and apprentice. It was Fei Yunxiao who gave him a second life and induced the revival of his brave spirit. Here, he spent several months practicing three martial arts that martial artists regarded as treasures in order to prevent his beloved woman from being hurt. On the wall of the cell, there were twenty-seven "positive" characters carved by him with a crazy knife, of course, there were two more strokes. Hao Zhen looked around this dark and damp place where rats often appeared several times before turning around and leaving with his master's wife.
At this time, Hao Zhen realized that he had been in prison for too long. When he stepped out of the prison door, the jailers did not stop him at all, and seemed not to even see him.
He looked at Su Fengzhen blankly, and Su Fengzhen just smiled slightly in response.
In the early morning, the rising sun casts soft rays, gently caressing everyone's face. The rays are as soft as the hands of a lover, reluctant to leave, light, slightly itchy and somewhat comfortable.
Although it is still early, people have already started their day. The vendors are carrying vegetables with the aroma of fresh soil and shouting. The idle men who have just got up are sitting by the roadside stalls, holding scallion pancakes in one hand and biting them whole, and holding a bowl of soy milk in the other hand. When their mouths are full of things, they take a big sip and then wipe it with their sleeves. Not far away, a young and beautiful woman with a bun is scolding her son. The boy doesn't know what he did wrong to make his mother so angry, so he just sits on the ground and cries loudly. The young and beautiful woman is about to leave angrily, and the boy quickly grabs the edge of the beautiful woman's skirt. The beautiful woman's skirt is almost torn off, and she hurriedly grabs her waist. When several men see this, they laugh obscenely and unscrupulously.
Hao Zhen felt as if he had not looked up at the sun on the street for most of his life. He rubbed his sleepy eyelids and stretched his muscles and bones. He took a comfortable breath, looked at the people coming and going, and murmured, "What a nice day."
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Suddenly, he felt a chill running up his spine. He shuddered and looked to the right involuntarily.
On the right, an old man was looking at him with his eyes like a perverse eagle, as vicious and crazy as a madman.
Hao Zhen only looked at the old man once and didn't want to look at him again. Because although the old man was short, he had a huge head, and the head and body were disproportionately combined, like a weird stone sculpture. His facial features were twisted together, and a pair of bean-sized eyes emitted a soul-stirring light. His face was like a dried orange peel, with layers of hanging flesh.
No one wanted to see this face, and no one wanted to see his eyes. However, after Hao Zhen saw his eyes, he could no longer look away.
The old man and Hao Zhen stared at each other for a long time before he spoke: "Why are you staring at me? Is it because I am too ugly?" The old man's voice was like a night owl.
"Yes."
The old man laughed strangely and said: "You are so straightforward, you are worthy of being the successor of Fei Yunxiao."