Chapter 168
Zheng Qiu put down his arms, turned to look at the old man, the iron bucket on the old man's shoulder exuded a strong stench, no need to guess that it contained the raw materials for making dung cakes.
Hearing what the old man said was so scary, Zheng Qiu asked: "Is Sleepy Tiger the name of the owner of the house? Is he really so scary?"
The old man bowed his body and nodded repeatedly, with a look of panic on his face, and it could be seen that there was a lot of psychological shadow.
He walked quickly to the distance, waved to Zheng Qiu, motioned him to follow.
The two walked to the corner of the house in the distance, and the old man tremblingly told Zheng Qiu about Sleepy Tiger.
Sleepy Tiger, formerly known as Hu Dali, is a seven-foot-tall strong man with extremely bad character. He is not only lazy, but also deceives and cheats everywhere. The residents near the excrement drying house hate him very much.
It stands to reason that ordinary people like Hu Dali who refuse to work should not be able to survive in this place that relies on making dung cakes for a living.
But no one thought that Hu Dali met two practitioners by some kind of shit luck.
This is great, relying on the backing of practitioners, he killed every one of the family in this house, lived in the only house here that was not troubled by the smell, and then forcibly occupied the three houses of the other three families. a daughter.
He also made a rule here that every household should give half of the dung cakes made to him, and even half of the clean water and rations distributed by the commander should be filial to him.
As long as someone does not follow the rules, he will be buried in the dung drying room and suffocated to death. There were a few young and vigorous boys who wanted to resist,
But he was chopped into minced meat by the practitioners he brought.
What he did made life difficult for every family here, and more and more people died of starvation and thirst, just like tigers eating people.
And because he likes to sleep late all day long, the people here nicknamed him Sleepy Tiger.
"Son, if I hadn't stopped you just now, you almost got into a big disaster, you know?"
The old man thought for a while and asked curiously, "By the way, why did you want to knock on the door just now?"
"Thank you, grandpa. I knocked on the door to find the owner of the house and buy it. But after what you said just now, I decided not to buy it and let him spit it out."
After finishing speaking, Zheng Qiu left the corner and walked straight to Sleepy Tiger's house.
Before the old dung picker could stop him, he saw the child running to Sleepy Tiger's house, raising his fist and banging on the big iron gate.
Soon, an angry voice sounded in the room: "Which bastard? I feel like I'm disturbing Grandpa, I don't want to live anymore!"
Accompanied by the sound, a black and strong seven-foot man kicked open the iron door and came out angrily.
Sleepy Tiger has fat on his cheeks and a general's belly on his waist. He doesn't know how much oil and water the residents have eaten.
"Brat, I'll improve your memory!" As he spoke, he swung his palm and was about to slap Zheng Qiu's face.
"Don't hit, don't hit!" The old dung picker threw down the tin bucket and ran up from behind, shouting.
Sleepy Tiger stopped and looked at the old man: "This is your grandson? Well, I'll give you a raise too..."
Zheng Qiu interrupted Sleepy Tiger: "It's nothing to do with Grandpa, I'm here to find you."
These words made Sleepy Tiger a little dazed. He had never encountered a situation where a child came to his door, so he asked involuntarily, "Why are you looking for me?"
Zheng Qiu cleared his throat: "Ahem,
You are listening. I want to live in this house, you move out now! "
These words scared the old dung picker into a fool, and even the sleepy tiger Hu Dali stayed there, suspecting that his ears had heard it wrong.
"What, what? Can you say it again if you have the ability?"
Seeing Sleepy Tiger asking himself again, Zheng Qiu nodded and replied: "Okay, let me say it again, I want to live in this house, you move out now, immediately, immediately!"
Hearing this, a ball of anger rose from Sleepy Tiger's chest and went straight to his forehead, almost knocking the sky cap off.
His eyes shot out a fierce light, and the fat on his cheeks kept shaking with anger: "You are looking for death!"
He opened his big hands and grabbed Zheng Qiu's head, making up his mind to bury the brat in front of him in the excrement drying room and suffocate him to death with excrement.
Seeing that the palm was about to be caught, the brat's figure suddenly swayed, and he moved to the side to avoid it.
Sleepy Tiger's anger was like adding fuel to the fire, and he kept running up. He frantically waved his arms, trying to grab the child in front of him. But the child in front of him moved back and forth, and he couldn't touch it.
After grasping for more than forty times in a row, Sleepy Tiger stopped, panting heavily, realizing that he was being played.
He immediately dismissed the idea of arresting Zheng Qiu and burying him in the excrement drying room, and decided to kill him on the spot in order to make a name for himself.
He reached out and grabbed the iron pole leaning against the door, swung it up and threw it at Zheng Qiu's head, shouting: "Die to me!"
"Be careful, child!" The old dung picker recovered from his shock, and wanted to rush forward to help Zheng Qiu block it.
When Zheng Qiu saw the iron pole coming down, he showed no fear on his face. With one hand, he pushed away the rushing old man, and with the other hand, he stretched out his fingers to catch the falling pole.
With his arms sinking, Zheng Qiu secretly said: "This sleepy tiger is really strong, and it's almost as strong as a body-refining cultivator."
He simply borrowed the momentum of sinking, and wiped forward the two fingers that were holding the iron pole. Crashing, as the fingers wiped, the pole shattered into countless small iron pieces, and fell to the ground like hailstones.
Sleepy Tiger stared blankly at the half pole in his hand, and it took him a while to wake up. His face flushed with anger slowly faded, and sweat kept coming out from his forehead and back.
"Damn it, this little bastard is actually a cultivator. My own strength is definitely no match for a cultivator. I have to ask those two brothers for help."
Thinking of this, Sleepy Tiger dropped half of his shoulder pole, glared at Zheng Qiu and yelled viciously: "You wait for me, don't leave if you have the ability!"
After finishing speaking, he ran away into the distance without looking back, for fear that Zheng Qiu would chase him.
Zheng Qiu had no intention of chasing after him at all, instead he waved his hands and shouted: "Slow down! Don't fall on the road!"
Seeing the broken iron pole on the ground, the manure picking old man understood, and said in surprise, "Son, you are also a cultivator."
Zheng Qiu nodded: "Yes, I am a practitioner."
Hearing this, the old man quickly persuaded: "My child, leave quickly, don't stay here, Sleepy Tiger must have gone to find those two accomplices. Although you are also a cultivator, those two are older than you, and they must be stronger than you. Can't beat it.
If it doesn't pay to get hurt, don't get angry. "
Zheng Qiu shrugged, with an indifferent expression on his face: "It's just two cultivators. There's nothing to be afraid of. I've seen many."
Seeing that the old man opened his mouth and wanted to persuade, he added: "There are more than 20 people in my treasure hunting team, and they are called ten times more than him! Come, let's go into the house and have a look."
As Zheng Qiu said, he pushed open the iron gate and stepped into the room.
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