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Chapter 409 Death Of The Old Man

Of course, Lu Chuan himself has no prejudice against femininity.

In other words, Lu Chuan has no prejudice against all living beings. Anyway, it's almost a matter of a slap or a sword.

But the old man's attitude towards ghosts made Lu Chuan a little curious.

Have you ever seen an ordinary person who is not only not afraid of mountain spirits and ghosts, but also speaks for them?

Seeing Lu Chuan's curiosity, the old man smiled and sat at the table, his eyes full of memories.

"According to my mother, when I was a child, I was weak and the fortune teller said that I would not live to be five years old. At that time, the whole family was worried and looked at me every day for fear that I would die at some point."

"The strange thing is that one day I felt so good, and my body also became stronger."

"Later I found out that it was an old turtle living in the pond at home that saved my life."

"Dad said that the old turtle has stayed in the weir pond for hundreds of years and watched the rise and fall of our old Xie family, which can be regarded as a good thing."

"When I was young, I was naughty. I would always go out to play at night. I encountered those ghosts and monsters, but I was never harmed.

Even every time I go home, my bag is stuffed full of wild goods. "

"At that time, I loved a little sparrow the most. One day she suddenly turned into a little chubby girl, round and round like a big rubber ball. She rolled and rolled, hahaha..."

"Well, three days ago, that little fat girl was nailed to the city gate. She bled a lot."

The old man rambled on, talking about one thing after another about his past with the ghosts in Fengdu.

The memories and sadness in his eyes made his cloudy eyes flash with tears.

"I don't know what's going on in this world, why can't they be tolerated? They didn't make any mistakes!"

"That's pretty good!" Lu Chuan took the last bite of noodles and took out a pile of gold and placed it on the table.

"Young man, what are you doing?" Looking at the gold, the old man shouted dissatisfied.

However, he received no response, and when he looked up again, Lu Chuan had disappeared.

"Haha, this is my first time seeing a noodle-eating practitioner!" The old man smiled.

"Where are we going?" Little Jiuwei sucked the lollipop he got from nowhere and plucked Lu Chuan's hair.

"Stop pooping, you're going to be bald!" Lu Chuan patted Little Jiuwei's itchy paw, "I'm just wandering around."

Although the old man's story just now was very touching, it did not resonate much with people like Lu Chuan.

Living too long is not a good thing. Emotional indifference is always inevitable.

Everyone in the world has their own ups and downs, and life is full of flavors.

"Then I'll go play by myself for a while!" Little Jiuwei rolled his eyes dissatisfied.

Lu Chuan knew what this guy was going to do, and he couldn't think of anything else besides helping those ghosts.

Although the little Kyuubi is a celestial fox and has long since escaped the category of monsters, she has also grown up when she was weak.

There is a sympathetic resonance with the previous old man's story.

"Go ahead, do whatever you want!" Lu Chuan was very happy, and he could finally feel the wind on his head.

This little brat sits on me every day, and my head is almost covered with lice.

"Huh, cold-blooded guy!" Little Jiuwei jumped to the ground and kicked Lu Chuan's calf hard before disappearing.

"Hey, little bastard, I'll give you food and clothing, that's how you repay me!"

Lu Chuan, who was cursing, took his big head and found a cool place to take a nap.

…

"Kill someone, kill someone!"

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lu Chuan was awakened by a scream, and a large number of monks passed by in a hurry.

Looking at the direction the monks were going, they happened to be where the old man's noodle shop was.

Lu Chuan had a bad premonition in his heart and quickly followed the crowd towards the scene of the accident.

"How could those beasts attack an old man!"

"Launch a general attack on them tonight and kill them all."

"Kill them all."

"Kill them all."

Lu Chuan heard the indignant shouts from afar.

After pushing aside the crowd, Lu Chuan finally saw what was happening at the scene.

The old man who had cooked noodles for himself before was now nailed to the wall of his small noodle shop, with no vital signs.

There were some deep claw marks on the old man's chest, which looked like injuries from some kind of animal.

Blood almost stained half of the earthen wall red, like a blooming rose.

Seeing this scene, Lu Chuan felt irritated for no reason, remembering the story of the little sparrow that the old man told before.

"Shut your bitch!"

Listening to the shouts of the excited monks, Lu Chuan roared violently, and the sound waves swept away, directly shaking everyone around him.

Fortunately, Lu Chuan didn't mean to kill anyone, he just knocked them down, otherwise none of these monks would be alive.

"boom!"

Lu Chuan raised his foot and kicked the monk who was lying in front of him blocking the way.

That's right, he was kicked to pieces, and his limbs were flying all over the sky in blood mist.

The monk who was about to reprimand or question immediately shut his mouth obediently when he saw this scene.

There were also some capable monks who dragged aside the immobile people blocking Lu Chuan's road.

Lu Chuan came to the old man's side, gently covered the old man's unblinking eyes, and put the man down from the wall.

Lu Datou looked at the dead old man, gently pulled the old man's clothes and shook them, his eyes filled with tears.

Datou didn't understand why the old man who made delicious fat sausage noodles for him not long ago looked like this when he met again.

Lu Chuan rubbed Datou's head and checked the wound on the old man's chest.

It does look like the work of some kind of monster, and the surrounding area is full of monster energy. Basically, it can be confirmed that it is a monster harming people.

But Lu Chuan didn't believe it. No stupid monster would kill people in the street at this juncture unless they wanted to cause a war between the two sides.

Investigating this kind of thing is time-consuming and laborious, and with Lu Chuan's somewhat Alzheimer's mind, there's no way he would bother with it.

Lu Chuan looked around and looked at the crowd of hundreds of monks, and his face fell.

"It is indeed the evildoer, but who is the evildoer?" Lu Chuan said, pulling up a bench and sitting down, trimming his nails out of boredom.

Some people couldn't stand Lu Chuan's arrogant behavior. They stood up angrily and scolded: "What sect do you belong to? What qualifications do you have to question us?"

"That is, we are also very heartbroken about Mr. Xie's death. This revenge must be paid with blood by those evildoers."

Another person stood up and raised his hands to the sky.

"The rules set by Emperor Tiantian are on the mountain. Even if we don't pursue these actions, the academy will not let these evildoers go."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heads of the three people who spoke suddenly exploded, spraying white and red all over the people around them.

"Have you been allowed to speak?"

"No rules."

"In such a hurry to start a war, did you three kill the old man and blame the ghost?"

Lu Chuan blew his nails as he spoke without even looking at the dead monk.