Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

At the foot of the Guandong Mountains.

Inside the Tongxin Hui Memorial Shrine on the outskirts of Songjiang City.

The incense burner and candlesticks gave off a slightly solemn atmosphere.

The walls on both sides were densely covered with wooden memorial tablets.

Lin Fusheng and three men and one woman knelt on the cold ground with their heads bowed deeply.

The three men and one woman silently offered incense to about a dozen particularly simple memorial tablets, while Lin Fusheng kept his head down.

Just then.

Lin Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes.

He froze, remaining kneeling.

A surge of unfamiliar memories rushed into my mind.

Lin Fusheng remembers that in his previous life, he was a special forces soldier who traveled in the war-torn Middle East and was eventually killed by a drone.

At this moment, the original memories belonging to this body also surfaced.

The Republic of China, the Kwantung Mountains, Songjiang, warlords, foreigners, Japanese devils, gangs, bandits, Chinese martial arts, martial arts...

"I am now a minor figure in the Songjiang City Tongxin Association, Lin Fusheng."

My chaotic thoughts are slowly being sorted out.

Lin Fusheng accepted this fact.

The oppression of colonialism, the chaos of warlordism, the cruelty of gang warfare, and the hardships of ordinary people struggling to survive.

All of this enveloped the city of Matsue, nestled at the foot of the Kanto Mountains.

Memories kept coming back.

It turns out that this is the Tongxin Society, a powerful gang in Songjiang City that controls many docks, casinos, and shady businesses.

His mother died early, and his father, Lin Yuanshan, was a minor leader in a gang. He was skilled in Liuhequan (a style of Chinese martial arts) and had some reputation.

Some time ago, my father, along with twelve other brothers, was assigned by their superiors to escort a shipment of goods.

They took the road through Black Dragon Mountain, only to encounter the notorious bandit gang known as "Old Knife Handle" who was entrenched there.

When the news came back, it said that the entire group of thirteen had been wiped out, and their bodies were never found.

Since none of their remains were brought back, they were never properly buried. In the end, all that remained was a small, thin wooden tablet with their names carved into it, placed in the memorial shrine built by the Tongxin Society.

The people kneeling here at this moment are all those among the dead who still have children.

As for those who had no children, not a single person came to offer incense; their memorial tablets sat forlornly on the wall, making them appear even more desolate.

Memories continued to surge.

According to the rules of the "Tongxin Society," the direct descendants of members who die while working for the society have the opportunity to obtain a valuable spot.

They were recommended for the opportunity to study at the Kwantung Military Academy.

However, all of their spots were taken by others.

This world is different from what Lin Fusheng imagined; it contains traditional Chinese martial arts, also known as the Way of Martial Arts.

Since the beginning of the previous dynasty, martial arts training and fighting to protect the righteous path have been the foundation of many people's livelihood. Even though Western firearms were powerful and destroyed the imperial court, in this chaotic Guandong, the skills of fists, feet, swords and spears still circulated among the people, in gangs, and in the army, and were indispensable.

The Kwantung Mountain Military Academy not only teaches modern military tactics and firearms, but also imparts powerful martial arts from various regions, honed through battlefield experience.

The original owner's spot was taken away, and he was filled with grief and indignation. He and several others tried to reason with the person in charge, but were only met with perfunctory responses and being driven away.

Just now, Lin Fusheng knelt on this cold ground, facing his father's shabby memorial tablet. Thinking of the successive blows, he was overcome with anger and his blood rushed to his head, and he breathed his last.

"So, I became Lin Fusheng, a gang member from the bottom tier who had just lost his father and was deprived of the compensation he deserved."

Lin Fusheng took a deep breath of the crisp, cool air.

"Waaaaah..."

At that moment, suppressed sobs could be heard beside Lin Fusheng.

It was that one and only girl, named Maruko.

The other three boys also raised their heads.

The three boys, around sixteen or seventeen years old, were similar in age to Lin Fusheng. Their names were Wang Lin, Zhao Jianmin, and Chen Ada.

Wang Lin was a chubby boy, nicknamed "Little Fatty".

Zhao Jianmin was thin and sly, so everyone called him Er Gouzi (Second Dog).

Chen Ada is the oldest among them, already eighteen years old, and has a robust build.

"Maruko, don't cry."

"The dead cannot be brought back to life, but we must move forward."

Little Fatty comforted her, his own eyes reddening as he spoke, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Maruko has two buns in her hair, hence the name Maruko. Her crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs.

"Er Gou." Kneeling beside Lin Fusheng was Xiao Pang, his face red from the cold. He sniffed hard, turned to Er Gouzi, and asked:

"Ergou, what are your plans for the future?"

Er Gouzi wiped his eyes hard with his sleeve, his thin face revealing a fierceness that seemed out of place for his age.

"My father passed away, leaving behind half of the inheritance from 'Songjiangkou Foot Carriers.' From now on, I'll take it over and do what my father did!"

He paused, then raised his voice slightly.

It's as if he's speaking to the memorial tablet, and also as if he's speaking to himself.

"In this Far East, without fighting and scrambling, how can one survive, how can one achieve anything? I, Zhao Jianmin, am determined to make a name for myself!"

Upon hearing this, Little Fatty rubbed his chubby hands together, his usual playful smile gone.

"Er Gou is right. In this Guandong region, there's no future in being an ordinary citizen."

"According to the rules of the association, if a father dies, we can inherit his share of the inheritance."

The chubby boy's eyes gleamed, and his voice carried the fervor of youth.

"We need to be rich, powerful, and have women! We can't let others look down on us!"

At this moment, everyone's gaze turned to Chen Ada, who hadn't said much.

Chen Ada was the eldest of the five, and was their "big brother".

"Big Brother."

The chubby boy looked at him with a hint of respect.

"Uncle Chen was more powerful than our father when he was alive. He had people under him and a lot of influence. The share of that tobacco shop he left behind was a valuable asset."

"From now on, we'll have to help each other out."

"Yes! Brother, we need to stick together."

"Our father couldn't have died in vain, and we can't just let the opportunity that was taken from us go!"

Chen Ada's gaze swept over the group of people, finally landing on his father's memorial tablet in front of him. He remained silent for a few seconds before speaking in a deep voice.

"We need to stick together. In this world, one person can't hold on alone."

He didn't say much, but his meaning was clear.

As the "leader" of this group of teenagers, Chen Ada's attitude gave everyone a lot of confidence.

Little Fatty seemed encouraged, a smile spreading across his chubby face as he looked at Lin Fusheng.

"Brother Fusheng, what about you?"

"Your father worked very hard in his early years and got half a share of the Jinrong Casino. It was lucrative, the place was big, and he knew a lot of people."

"The location of Jinrong Casino is a gathering place for all sorts of people; it's a good place."

"From now on, we brothers will find your place a good foothold; let's look out for each other, shall we?"

Er Gouzi and Xiao Wanzi nodded, looking at Lin Fusheng with anticipation.

Lin Fusheng did not answer immediately upon hearing this.

In his mind, a gray scroll with blurred edges was slowly emerging.

The text above outlines five characters.

[Imaginative diagram of casting process].

There was also a very faint progress indicator behind it.

Casting process concept diagram: Loading 12%...

Actually, this thing started appearing shortly after he regained consciousness.

At first, however, it was only a vague feeling.

It's much clearer now.

The loading speed of the casting visualization diagram was faster than he had expected.

At this rate, it should be finished before dark today.

In his previous life, he also understood the concept of "golden finger". He was not sure what this "casting visualization diagram" could bring, but it was undoubtedly a variable.

As for the "gift money" that Little Fatty and Er Gouzi mentioned.

Lin Fusheng had already made a decision about this.

He was going to sell half of the gambling den his father had left him.

The Tongxin Society, to which my father Lin Yuanshan belonged, can be traced back to the late Qianlong period and early Republic of China.

What started as a group of bullied laborers and workers at the Songjiang Wharf spontaneously formed to protect themselves and help each other. After several evolutions, it has now become a behemoth that dominates the Songjiang area.

The Tongxin Society's motto is "righteousness first," and it provides certain compensation to the families of its fallen members.

This includes "industrialists".

The numerous properties and shops controlled by the Tongxin Association will distribute "dividends" or "shares" to some members. To receive these shares, members need to be able to defend their territory, handle affairs, and deal with other gang members, both overt and covert.

Lin Yuanshan, the father, made contributions in his early years. After more than 20 years of hard work in the association, he finally obtained half a share of the "Jinrong Casino". He could take half a share of the Jinrong Casino's income every month.

It costs about 20 yuan per month.

This is also the source of income for their entire family.

The reason my father was able to hold on while he was alive was because of his reputation for mastering the Liuhequan style, which he had practiced diligently for over twenty years.

In the Guandong Mountains, the local warlords strictly controlled the guns of the gangs, prohibiting the stockpiling of large numbers of guns and forbidding any open gunfights.

They relied solely on their martial arts skills.

Now that Father is gone, how can we rely on these younger generations?

They haven't even mastered their boxing stances, their energy and strength are still developing, so how can they possibly intimidate those bloodthirsty wolves?

It cannot be held back.

As for whether the [casting method visualization diagram] in his mind will be useful at that time, he didn't know.

But before that.

The primary goal is survival, and only then can we develop.

Stay away from gangs, those unstable places where you could lose your life at any moment. Carry some money to ensure your basic living needs, wait for the visualization to finish loading, and see the road ahead clearly.

Having pondered this, Lin Fusheng looked at the four people in front of him.

"I want to sell my share at a low price and return it to the association."

"We are too weak to hold out."

The shrine to the souls fell silent instantly.

"Sold?"

Er Gouzi was the first to bark, his eyes wide open.

Little Fatty, Little Maruko, and Chen Ada all looked at Lin Fusheng.

Lin Fusheng met their gazes and spoke earnestly:

"We can't hold these elements back."

Lin Fusheng was actually unwilling to accept this situation.

It is not necessarily necessary to stay in the meeting to demand an explanation.

Those who embezzle from these industries today may be quietly eliminated tomorrow.

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy's eyes reddened.

"My father earned this share of the profits with his life. If I sell it, I'll be letting my deceased father down!"

As Er Gouzi finished speaking, Xiao Pang couldn't help but say, "Brother Fusheng, Uncle Lin almost lost his life back then for this half-portion of the gambling den's profits. You can't sell it!"

Chen Ada and Xiaowanzi didn't say anything, but just stared intently at Lin Fusheng, their eyes changing drastically.

Hearing this, Lin Fusheng shook his head. "We haven't even killed anyone. How can we fight against those desperados?"

"We've all grown up together since we were kids. To be honest, you should all figure out how to contribute your share."

At this point, Lin Fusheng looked at Xiaowanzi.

Maruko is the only girl here.

"Maruko, take my advice, sell your share too."

Lin Fusheng knew perfectly well that these teenagers had no idea what they were about to face.

"you!!"

"Lin Fusheng!"

"If your father knew how spineless you were, would he be able to rest in peace?"

Er Gouzi was furious.

boom!

Little Fatty's chest heaved with anger, and he shook his head in disappointment.

"I misjudged you, Brother Fusheng. I always thought you were like Uncle Lin, kind and righteous. I never expected you to be such a coward."

They were all teenagers, and they spoke without thinking.

What you think in your heart is what you say out loud.

Chen Ada, who had been silent all along, stood up at this moment.

He was tall, and when he stood up, he seemed to block most of the light in the shrine of the spirits.

Chen Ada patted his knees swiftly, not glancing at Lin Fusheng again. The slight hint of agreement and discussion on his face vanished completely, leaving only undisguised disdain.

"Spineless coward!" he uttered coldly, then turned and walked out of the niche.

Little Fatty and Er Gouzi exchanged a glance and stood up, giving Lin Fusheng one last complicated look.

The emotions in his eyes were very complex.

Angry, contemptuous.

There's also a sense of disdain, like "Indeed, not everyone has the guts of us."

They followed Chen Ada and left quickly.

Maruko hesitated for a moment, looked at Lin Fusheng, and then at the group of people who had left.

"Brother Fusheng, my father only left me a pharmacy. Am I not even capable of keeping it?"

She looked up, her little face red from the cold, and asked worriedly.

Lin Fusheng looked at her and said, "If you can get out, you should. It's a good thing for a young girl like you to get out of the gang as soon as possible."

Maruko paused for a moment, whispered "thank you," and then ran out.

Five people came.

Four people left.

The incense hasn't finished burning yet.

Lin Fusheng knelt alone on the cold brick floor, and slowly got up.

He didn't pay attention to what his friends were saying.

Anyway, he's already tried to persuade him.

Everyone has their own path to walk, and they must ultimately bear the consequences themselves.

As for mastering the Six Harmonies Fist left by his father... he had thought about it, but this body was too weak. In his memory, the original owner had never even succeeded in entering the basics and was no different from an ordinary person.

He's not even as strong as his peers.

Then Lin Fusheng began to think about the next steps.

"My father worked for Anrentang before he passed away. His superior was Rong Chongming, the head of Anrentang."

"Those in the underworld all call him Uncle Rong."

"We need to talk to Uncle Rong about contributing. Go home and give him a call."

Lin Fusheng had no intention of going to Anrentang to see Rong Chongming; he just wanted to stay away from such gangs.

Everything needs to be taken slowly; we must carefully survive in this era.