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The big man knew at a blink of an eye that he was talking about him. The man turned over and got off the horse and pulled out the knife and cursed:

"Boy, you dare to curse your grandpa and die. Grandpa asked you to see the King of Hell first."

The big man said that the knife was slashing in his mouth. Zhang Bin smiled coldly and did not take action. At this moment, a long sword shot from not far away, and with a slight sound, it knocked the knife in the big man's hand and flew upside down.

The man turned around and shouted:

"Who dares to care about grandpa's affairs?"

The long sword fell into the hands of a man. The man had a big nose and small eyes. He looked not handsome but had bright eyes. He grabbed the long sword with his right hand, but took out a small calculation from his arms with his left hand and stomped on the ground. After he finished it, he pointed at the big man and said in a deep voice:

"You owe Zhu Yuanwai's family three hundred taels of silver for seven years. Zhu Yuanwai said he didn't want your interest, so he should exchange the money quickly, otherwise I will entrust you to meet the official."

"Damn it, it's actually the account. I have no money, I don't want money, I have one to die. Grandpa will send you to see the King of Hell."

The big man shouted, his body turned and rushed forward, and the serrated knife in his hand was swept with a strong wind and slashed at the other party.

Zhang Bin took two steps back, staring at the man who collected the bill with a strange smile on his face. He hadn't expected to meet this guy as soon as he came.

The man sneered and his steps were staggered, and he flashed and turned behind the man. The sword in his hand flew back and a big man's head soared into the sky.

The man threw the sword into the scabbard and said coldly:

"I don't have money and want my life. It seems that I really hate it."

The man who collected the bill ignored him and killed one person. He walked to the corpse that had not yet fallen, groped for a while, found a purse, looked through dozens of taels of silver inside, he pouted his mouth and picked up the serrated knife and muttered a few words, then he stepped forward and led the lord's horse to enter the town.

Zhang Bin was watching the fun and didn't say anything. He just said that the man was going to die, but he could not see that the man who collected the accounts would kill the man. He saw that the man's death had come with his facial expression, but the appearance of the man who collected the accounts suddenly made Zhang Bin feel a little more suspicious.

The man who collected the accounts muttered while he walked:

"There are sixty-three taels and seven cents of silver in the wallet. The serrated knife is of good quality. It is estimated to be worth about one hundred taels and horses are worth about one hundred and fifty taels. In this way, Mr. Zhu should make up for me thirteen taels and seven cents, plus the thirty taels of collection money. I earned forty three taels and seven cents this time. Apart from food, drink and loss, I made forty taels. Alas, business is difficult to do."

Zhang Bin didn't know if there would be a follow-up plot of the so-called Ghost Story of the Age. He had destroyed the tree demon for thousands of years. Logically speaking, the tree demon could no longer be resurrected. There was no such thing as the tree demon raising ghosts to lure men in Lanruo Temple, and he had no idea of ​​contacting the person in front of him.

The man left with the score. Zhang Bin looked at the corpse lying on the roadside and the heads of the big man rolling in the ditch. It seemed so chaotic here. He couldn't say anything and killed people with a knife, and even the corpse was thrown away by the roadside.

When Zhang Bin sighed, dozens of wild dogs were already surrounded by surrounding him and staring at the corpse. If Zhang Bin hadn't been still in place, it would have probably been rushing up to have a tooth sacrifice.

"Ah, when you are alive, when you are dead, you will throw your corpse and go to the wild dogs to spy on it. Do you know that the end of doing evil in your life will be so miserable. Forget it, if you don't care about you, the dead, I'd better reincarnate you."

Zhang Bin shook his head and sighed for a while. He pointed his finger and the man's head flew back from the ditch. Zhang Bin knocked out a pit about a foot deep on the side of the road with his palm, put the body in and buried it. He muttered in his mouth about the sutra of Yan Chixia. In his spiritual sense, a phantom of the human soul disappeared when he bowed to him in the grave.

The great man was originally doing many evil things, but now he was thrown away by the road. If he was eaten by a group of wild dogs, he would sooner or later become a lonely ghost. If this wild ghost practices in this fierce place, evil ghosts may appear around him in the future. Zhang Bin saved him, so he did not want innocent people to be harmed by evil ghosts.

When the wild dogs saw the flesh on their mouths, they had to disperse. Zhang Bin walked into the town. The screams and clamors around him were hard to feel comfortable. He frowned and glanced around with his spiritual sense. The people here were full of energy and irritable temper, which looked extremely strange.

When I walked into the inn I had been to, the inn had been renovated many times, and the shopkeeper and the waiter were no longer the original ones. Zhang Bin walked to an empty table and sat down. He waved to the waiter, and when he came over, he handed over a piece of silver and asked:

"Waiter, let me know what happened. How long ago did the people here become so irritable? If I remember well, the people here a hundred years ago were humble and polite and did not compete with others. Why did they all fight bravely after a hundred years?"

At a wine table not far from Zhang Bin, the previous collector was discussing the collection business with a scar-faced man. Suddenly, he heard Zhang Bin inquiring about the town. He glanced at Zhang Bin and continued to talk to the scar-faced man.

The waiter here actually looks angry, but he has money to buy a mouth, so the waiter also showed a polite smile and said:

"It seems that the guest knows our town very well. Even thirty years ago, there were not many people here who liked fighting. Later, some warriors gradually came here, and the number of people who practice martial arts in the town increased, and it turned out like this in the end."

"Thirty years ago"

Zhang Bin was puzzled and asked:

"Is there something weird happening around here thirty years ago?"

"I don't know that this is weird, but since thirty years ago, people often disappeared from here to Jinhua City. If you want to say that this is the weird, no one has ever known where these missing people went." The waiter nodded and said.

Zhang Bin said:

"Okay, give me two dishes and a pot of wine."

Without any intention to continue asking, Zhang Bin threw a piece of silver to the waiter and lowered his head to think. The town was only more than sixty miles from Jinhua, and he was about to pass by Lanruo Temple. He couldn't help but suspect the demonic aura that appeared when the tree demon was destroyed.

As soon as the food and food were served, Zhang Bin had not started yet, the two monks walked into the inn together. The two monks were old and young. The old monk had tall, thin white eyebrows and half a foot of his face, and his white beard drooped to his heart. The little monk looked around with his eyes dripping, and he was carrying a basket on his back and delving around.

The two monks walked to Zhang Bin and sat down at the table. The little monk hurriedly placed the basket on the bench beside him. When the waiter came over, the old monk took out a few copper coins from his arms and said:

"One person, one bowl of plain noodles."

The waiter put away the money and turned around and left. The little monk then smiled and looked at the old monk and said:

"Master, it's already late, why don't you just take a break here?"

The old monk shook his head and said:

"In all directions, monks are accustomed to sleeping in the open. You should not be lazy and tired. You should be at ease as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!