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Fifth Sister was heartbroken. Before Fourth Brother left, he specifically instructed that the Zhou family wanted to take over the house. In reality, Li and Xiong did not lend any money; they were just nominally in charge.

With a tiger's skin in their skin, the Zhou family might not dare to bully them easily.

With the house in Yang Wumei's hands, Li Erhu and Xiong Shan naturally wouldn't make any moves. But if it fell into the hands of unrelated people, they would naturally demand money.

This is a hot potato; no one else can handle it.

Grandma Yao's face stiffened, and the tea lost its aroma; she slammed it down on the table.

Manager Zhou took a puff of his cigarette and snorted coldly.

"Even though they're relatives, they still get in our way."

"You just can't warm the hearts of outsiders..."

"Da Ya, tell your sister to leave now."

"Our Zhou Family Temple is too small to accommodate such a great deity as her."

Ms. Yang immediately panicked. How could anyone stay in a haunted house at night?

She was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, but her fifth sister pulled her eldest sister back, preventing her from kneeling, and shook her head with tears in her eyes.

Even if I have to go back to sleep in that haunted house, I can't give away the house that my fourth brother worked so hard to save up for!

The scene was chaotic.

With a creak.

The door was pushed open.

A man stepped in, his hair matted together, wearing a red robe over a tattered vest, a long spear slung over his shoulder with a bundle on it, a curved sword at his waist, and a strong odor emanating from him that filled the room.

It was the smell of blood and sweat mixed together, making one's scalp tingle.

The person who came was disheveled, but seemed to have just washed his face before being admitted to the hospital.

Its facial features were distinct, and it was still dripping wet.

It was Yang Silang, his sharp eyes scanning the entire room.

As soon as he entered the city, he abandoned Commander Ruan. Since they were already in the city, it wouldn't be a problem for Wang Daniu to carry him alone.

Yang Silang rushed over to Old Zhou's oil shop without delay.

The mountain road was rugged, and despite hurrying along the way, they still couldn't catch up with Master Zhu and the others.

After all, the two of them were carrying Commander Ruan, which was not as easy as carrying a light body, and they also wasted half a day fighting off the pursuers.

If Master Zhu and his group had returned without his presence, his eldest sister and fifth sister would have been devastated. That's why he rushed over as soon as he entered the city.

In their haste, they all climbed over the courtyard wall to get in.

Knowing that his face was covered in blood and he shouldn't be seen in public, he splashed his face in the pond in the backyard before appearing directly in the main hall.

"A ghost..." When Grandma Yao saw the dead body appear, the water dripping from her face fell onto her body and turned into a bright red stain.

She screamed and collapsed into the chair, her light-colored jacket soaked from the waist down. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Shopkeeper Zhou frantically threw away his pipe, nearly burning his beard in the process. He jumped up in terror and cowered in his chair, flailing his arms wildly.

"Don't come any closer..."

"You should go find your eldest sister and fifth sister..."

"Fourth Brother..." Yang Wumei rushed over without paying any attention.

Sister Yang took a half step back, seemingly unaccustomed to her fourth brother's appearance, and then ran over to him.

The two sisters groped Yang Silang's arms, chest, and back.

The muscles are elastic, the heart is still beating, and there is breathing under the nose!

This is a living, breathing person!

Only then did the two sisters dare to cry out loud. The eldest sister cried and hit her so hard, while the fifth sister cried even more aggrievedly.

"Brother, why are you only just getting back!"

Yang Silang stood there and smiled, patting Yaomei's head a few times; it felt very nice.

"Okay, stop crying, I'll take you home..."

He took out five taels of silver from his pocket, walked a few steps forward and placed it on the table, then bowed to Manager Zhou, who was huddled in a chair.

"Mr. Zhou, this is my sister's expenses at the Zhou family."

The eldest sister murmured, "Why so much?" Yang Wumei pinched his waist, indicating that she had given too much.

"I am a human, not a ghost. I will come to your door tomorrow to explain in detail."

"If you have extra silver, consider it an apology to Grandma Yao for startling her..."

"I'm leaving now... Big sister, I'll come back tomorrow and explain everything to you in detail."

He grabbed Yang Wumei's hand, turned around, and strode away.

Yang Wumei skipped and hopped after her, her tone cheerful.

"Okay, let's go home..."

-

Time flies like water.

The ice melted from the rivers and mountains, and everything in the mountains and fields turned green. Soon, the sun rose high, and the hot summer was just around the corner.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

The once sorrowful city of Gongzhou Prefecture no longer bears the traces of its past grief; it remains as bustling as ever.

Boats came and went along the riverbank like clouds, docking at the wharf to unload their goods. Guilds organized porters to unload the goods one by one and transport them to various parts of the city.

Inside a restaurant by the river, situated on high ground, two windows in a private room were open.

The two appeared behind the window, looking down at the dock where cargo was being unloaded. The porters lined up in long queues, like ants, slowly climbing the steps.

"Who would have thought that we were among them last year, sweating and toiling away carrying loads..." Li Erhu sighed with emotion.

He had a scar on his forehead, cut down from his eyebrow, almost reaching his eye, and wore a black satin short jacket with tiger stripes on the sleeves.

This scar is a mark left by more than half a year of fighting and killing in the Black Tiger Gang. The once simple farmer's son now has a fierce aura.

"Master Li... if you want to now, you can go back and carry the load..."

Xiong Shan joked from the side. He had a ruddy complexion, slightly bulging temples, wore a brown short jacket with copper coin patterns, and copper-studded wrist guards. His eyes gleamed.

This man, who used to be taciturn, can now crack a few jokes.

Li Erhu pursed his lips.

"Don't make fun of me... Xiong Shan, not bad, you're going to be a father in a few months... You've beaten us to it first among us brothers."

Xiong Shan's face flushed slightly, and he smiled.

Widow Liu—no, to be precise, Madam Xiong's belly is already quite big. The first child will still have to take the surname Liu, but the second child can take the surname Xiong.

In other words, the Xiong family line will continue.

The two had a good relationship, and Xiong paid for him to join the Zhenshan Martial Arts School to learn Zhenshan Fist, where he became a fellow disciple with Zhu Tong, the grandson of Master Zhu.

With Zhu Tong's help, he thrived in the martial arts school and was able to focus on practicing martial arts. A few days ago, Zhu Tong finally broke through to become a copper-skin martial artist, and he benefited from the success as well.

Li Erhu looked at Xiong Shan with some envy—compared to his own life of fighting and killing, Xiong Shan was practically a reincarnated martial artist!

Although he's living off a woman, the food is really delicious.

Fortunately, I am not bad either. Perhaps there is great terror between life and death. When I was practicing the three-legged stance, my progress was much worse than Xiong Shan's.

He joined a gang and practiced Black Tiger Fist. It's unclear whether it was because his body was particularly suited to this style of boxing, or whether fighting allowed his martial arts skills to improve rapidly.

In just over six months, Li Erhu had made some progress in his boxing skills. Chief Shang personally praised him, saying that if he trained hard for three to five years, he might become a copper-skinned martial artist.

"Erhu, if you want to get married, I can ask my family to help you find a wife."

"Let's not... I spend half the month either wielding a knife to kill people or being killed myself. I don't have the mind for that now. Improving my skills is the more important thing."

The two became very interested when the topic of kung fu came up, and began to talk about their respective martial arts skills.

They were at a similar level, both belonging to the minor martial arts apprentice category. Their physical strength and physique had been honed to the peak of ordinary people. They had made some progress in stance training and were skilled in fist and foot techniques. When they put on armor and went to the battlefield, they could be considered elite warriors who could take on ten opponents at once.

The two got so into the conversation that they even started sparring on the dinner table. Unfortunately, the private room wasn't spacious enough after the tables and chairs were placed in it, so they had to agree to find a more spacious place to practice their martial arts on another day.

After the two finished speaking, they chatted about some other things. Li Erhu looked at the sky and saw that the sun was already high in the sky.

"Is Master Zhu and his two brothers coming soon?"

"It's a pity that when we were practicing the three-legged stance, the four of us brothers would spar and learn together, it was quite a lively time."

"Now, only the two of us remain on this path of martial arts practice; it's rather lonely..."

"When they arrive, I'll advise them to start learning martial arts sooner rather than later. What future is there in being a porter forever?"

His face showed an expression of anger at their lack of ambition.

Xiong Shan nodded silently.

Not long after.

With a creak.

The door to the private room opened.

Master Zhu entered first, followed by Yang Silang and Wang Daniu.

Each of the three had a carrying pole suspended from their shoulders by ropes.

However, the carrying poles used by Yang and Wang were different from others.

Their carrying poles were bound at both ends with copper rings about a foot long, and the copper rings were inlaid with two large characters engraved on black iron: "Righteous People".

Li Erhu got angry as soon as he saw those two carrying poles.

"Why are you still using this carrying pole? Don't you think it's bad luck?"

"What kind of worthless captain was he who rescued someone from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood by carrying two loads? The government just added a few copper rings and engraved two big characters on the carrying pole, gave him five taels of silver, and that was it?"

"This is outrageous!"