Martial Arts: Start A Life Simulator

"Is that so?"

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Wang Hu's eyes showed a gleam, wrapped in the quilt, Wang Hu fell into deep thought as he looked at the dense night outside the window.

"Dry things are irritable, be careful of fire candles."

On the street, the watchman beat the wooden clapper in his hand, and the sound came far and wide in the silent night.

Wang Hu licked his chapped lips, walked to the table, and took a sip of the wine.

"Take two brothers, go out tonight, and kill a few people for fun."

Looking at Own's subordinates with a bowed waist and respectfully, Wang Hu grinned, his pale face showed a hint of abnormal flushing.

. . . . . .

late at night.

"Tomorrow I will take you away."

Lin Jingzhe counted things. After thinking about it, he still felt that it was not safe to leave his second sister at home.

Now he has become a disciple of the Martial Dao Hall in Bafang. With this level of identity, it is not difficult to find second sister own a job in the inner city that he still mentioned in the past.

Places like Liushufang are too dangerous. Not only are there gangs everywhere, but the environment is poor and various plagues are rampant.

"But what should I do if Big Sister can't find us after coming back?"

Hearing Lin Jingzhe said that he could leave, Song Qiu, who carefully made Lin Jingzhe's bed, first got a happy face, then frowned, muttering worriedly: "She will worry about us."

"Just tell the neighborhood."

Lin Jingzhe packed a bunch of bottles and cans, and inside were all the medicines he had prepared.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Just when Lin Jingzhe packed up all the items, there was a heavy knocking outside the house.

That's the sound of nails after they hit the board.

on the street.

"It's all crucified to me."

Wearing a tiger coat, Wang Hu took a group of black dragon gang men and nailed up the street where Lin Jingzhe was, and seven or eight small yards.

Holding a can of kerosene in his hand, Wang Hu cracked his mouth and smiled wantonly, and suddenly threw it into Lin Jingzhe's yard.

Now that the Big Mountain Gang has been destroyed, he doesn't have to worry about Lin Jingzhe's Big sis Song Chun. Wang Hu feels angry when he thinks of Lin Jingzhe entering the Martial Dao Pavilion but he hasn't gotten anything.

In this season, it is very normal for a fire to burn several people to death. Even if the Martial Dao Pavilion is tracked down in Bafang, he cannot be traced to his head.

Thinking of this, Wang Hu couldn't help becoming even more crazy: "Cough cough cough... Set me a fire and burn these two little bastards to death!"

"Fight with me and join the Martial Dao Pavilion, hahaha!"

Following Wang Hu's order, a group of Black Dragon Gang members who had prepared a torch a long time ago threw the lit torch into the yard where Lin Jingzhe was located.

When the torch encountered kerosene, the entire yard suddenly became a sea of ​​flames.

"Cough cough cough... these few families should also be burned to death."

Watching the flames engulf the small courtyard where Lin Jingzhe was, Wang Hu coughed vigorously, pointed to the other courtyards on the street, his eyes were fierce.

Finish everything.

Wang Hu and Own did not stay much.

With his face covered, he and his own men left quickly. Although he was sure that the possibility of the Martial Dao Hall in Bafang making trouble for him was very small, he was unwilling to take more risks.

The wind was blowing, and the fire was burning vigorously by the wind.

Half of the sky in Willow Square turned red.

It didn't take long for the row of wooden houses that had been dilapidated, completely turned into black charcoal, and turned into a pile of rubble.

Despite the fire, there is no one on the street.

Even watching the excitement are some people who are worried that the fire will reach their homes and come out to check, after seeing that the fire will not reach their homes.

Those people went back to sleep one after another, not even daring to approach the fire.

"Cough cough cough..."

Inside a big willow tree, inside a lacquered tree hole, two immature coughs rang one after another.

Lin Jingzhe and own second sister Song Qiu crawled out of the tree hole.

The big willow tree is behind Lin Jingzhe's house, almost next to the wall. Because of the rain a few days ago, there is still a lot of water in the willow tree hole.

The fire is still burning.

The pungent and choking smoke drifted in from the trees from time to time.

The wall of the willow tree cave was a little hot, but the thick willow tree blocked the fire.

After accidentally learning that there was a tree hole in the big willow tree behind his house, Lin Jingzhe began to dig up the wall of his house to connect the tree hole to create a secret room.

This small secret room took Lin Jingzhe nearly half a year.

"Uuuuu...our home is gone."

Through the tree cracks, Song Qiu watched her house completely burnt down. She couldn't help crying anymore: "The clothes that Big Sister sent you and the shoes I made for you are gone. ."

"Is it all gone?"

The fire from the tree cracks came in, watching the tears on the dark little face of Song Qiu's second sister, Lin Jingzhe almost overflowed with murderous intent in his eyes.

That home, that dilapidated home, was the only thing left by his stupid father.

It was his Big Sister Song Chun, or a sister-in-law Liang, who went out to kill, digging from the pile of corpses every day, struggling to maintain where he is now.

It's his second sister Song Qiu, even if the weather is cold, she still has to wash clothes, and for a few coins, she must save money for him if she washes her hands.

But now, Wang Hu has turned into a pile of rubble.

And Lin Jingzhe also thought of something more far-reaching. His Big Sister Song Chun should have had an accident. Thinking of this, even Lin Jingzhe IV is still unable to contain his anger in his heart.

Wang Hu must die. .

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