The earth shook all night long, making all the residents of Wuhui City tremble with fear, and many men tremblingly picked up their weapons.

The terrifying bright light, like daylight, lasted for more than ten minutes, making everyone think that the evil demon broke through the space crack again, causing panic for a time... In the end, the city lord's palace came forward to announce that it was a competition between the strongest in the imperial court, which caused resonance in the world.

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In this way, the people were appeased and at the same time happy.

Our ancient Qing Kingdom has such a terrifying and powerful man, so why worry about the vicious demon race being immortalized?

Afterwards, everyone fell asleep.

…

Night is still covering the earth.

In a luxurious mansion, a wealthy businessman and his wife were sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, the door was smashed directly.

A group of wolves and tigers guarding the city captured them directly from their beds.

"My official is a doctor and is very powerful in the hospital... How dare you arrest people..."

Kuota stared angrily and screamed.

"Hmph...it's you moths we're catching!"

In just over an hour, thousands of defenders in Wuhui City were dispatched... The homes of the doctors involved in the case were ransacked one after another.

Those family members were transformed from superiors to prisoners overnight.

That night, the death row in Wugui City was full!

…

dawn!

Some people who live by hard labor have already gotten up.

A middle-aged strong man skillfully put on tattered clothes with his feet... He looked at the six-year-old girl tenderly and picked up an ax in his mouth.

Without his arms, he could only make a living by chopping wood.

The strong man's teeth were almost rotten by holding an ax in his mouth to chop firewood all year round. He could only drink some porridge on weekdays and suffered severe pain when eating vegetables.

The wife felt unhappy and ran away with a wealthy businessman.

There are only two treasures left in his life.

One is a treasure, a daughter.

The other one is a porcelain jar, with the ashes of more than a dozen comrades mixed in it. They have long been indistinguishable from each other.

Of course, after his death, his ashes will be mixed into this altar.

They work together to kill the enemy during their lifetime, and after death they drink and talk happily in the underworld.

call!

Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew through the tattered curtains.

"who?"

The strong man's pupils suddenly froze, and the air became frosty with a sense of desolation that had been irrigated by mountains of swords and seas of blood for many years.

The ax handle in his mouth was bitten off directly.

Someone!

He looked around warily.

"father!"

At this time, the little girl rubbed her eyes in confusion:

"Dad, what is this?"

The little girl picked up a golden card from the pillow, her big eyes flashed, and she was very confused.

…

"Drink...ha..."

This is a dilapidated courtyard, and a dozen children inside have already woken up.

At this time, they were sweating profusely and punching hard one after another. Although they were young, they were still very powerful.

Children without parents may fall off the cliff with every step they take, so they know how to fight harder than anyone else.

They are war orphans.

This is the saddest group of children in the world.

But they were lucky, at least they didn't starve to death.

"Practice martial arts well and serve the country when you grow up, so that you can live up to your father who died in the war... Okay, let's have breakfast."

In the center of the courtyard, a blindfolded strong man flicked his sleeves and moved forward with the bamboo pole in his hand touching the ground.

The children rushed to the dinner table like crazy.

Although it was just some boiled sweet potatoes, the children ate it with gusto, as if it was the most fragrant meal in the world.

Only when you have been truly hungry can you understand that the only criterion for judging delicious food is whether it can be swallowed.

"Husband, please eat some too."

At this time, a woman came out of the back room. She was not beautiful, with a yellow face and many ravines.

"Woman, I have never left you all these years, and I have made it difficult for you."

The blind man sighed.

"If I choose you, I will be you for the rest of my life...Compared to others, I am much luckier. At least...you are still alive."

The woman smiled.

"It's a pity that these children don't even have enough to eat."

The blind man shook his head helplessly.

"Husband, this morning when I was cooking, I found a gold coin card on the table."

"It turned out to be 5 million gold coins... What do you think we should do?"

Suddenly, the woman felt uneasy, so she leaned into the blind man's ear and said.

…

In the ruined temple.

Under the bridge.

Beside the city wall.

…

That night, beside countless hard-working veterans, a gold coin card appeared inexplicably.

These veterans were holding gold coin cards and burst into tears.

"General, don't delay your future!"

Many veterans looked at the gust of wind, remained silent, and bowed with clasped fists.

This must be another general who withheld the spoils of war and secretly distributed some living expenses.

But they were holding gold coin cards and felt very uneasy inside.

The tragedy of General Hu Nanyang really should not happen again.

…

The tenth meridian that runs through the body is like a rolling river, causing spiritual power to flow endlessly.

The Flowing Wind Step was used to its limit, and Zhao Chu was like a gust of wind, constantly shuttling through the streets and alleys of Wuhui City.

The spiritual power of the tenth pulse was so surging that he could not even feel any fatigue... You must know that before, when he was at the ninth level of the spiritual pulse and had been running to the limit for so long, he should have been out of breath and exhausted his spiritual power.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Gold coin cards were scattered one after another, and Zhao Chu left without looking back.

He was afraid to see the smiling face of the veteran.

He was afraid of a hero kneeling down to thank him.

This kind of behavior should not appear on heroes... Post-war pensions are what they deserve, not in the form of charity.

For a whole hour, Zhao Chu walked under the flowing wind. On the complicated streets, a black shadow flickered like a ghost...like the wind, it seemed to surpass the wind.

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Mechanically scatter gold coin cards.
To be continued...