From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

Just then, a loud "boom" of thunder sounded overhead.

It comes with an evil nature.

When everyone looked up, the sky, which had been bright just moments before, was now obscured by dark clouds that had gathered as people arrived for the market.

"Whoosh—"

The rain suddenly poured down.

"Why did this rain start so suddenly?" the crowd grumbled.

Zhu Hong was completely unaware.

He seemed to have forgotten where he was, oblivious to the sounds outside, letting the torrential rain pour down without bothering to avoid it.

"Zhu Hong?"

Gu Shu sensed something was wrong and tried to wake him up.

Zhu Hong seemed to hear human voices from another world. He was dazed and unaware. He quickly came to his senses and recited, "The dead are gone forever. What shall the living do?" After reciting, he reached out and lifted the white cloth, inch by inch, to cover the face again.

"So...

Brother Gu, we'll take our leave now.

Yan Cheng stood aside, noticing the strange expression on the young man's face. Knowing it was inappropriate to linger, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Gu Shu and signaled his men to prepare to leave. Shi Dunzi wanted to say something, but was pulled back by a hand. "Let's go, let's go. Can't you see how heavy the rain is? We'll have plenty of time to catch up later."

Several people were about to push the cart and set off.

"etc."

The sound wasn't loud, but it drowned out the sound of the rain.

Yan Cheng turned around, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, "Brother Zhu... is there anything else?"

Zhu Hong first turned to Gu Shu, reached into his pocket, pulled out a waist token, and handed it over, "Brother Gu, on behalf of the boss, I would like to trouble you all with one last thing."

Gu Shu took it and glanced at it; his expression changed drastically.

It was Wang Zhenshan's personal waist tag; seeing the tag meant seeing the man himself, and unless entrusted with something important, no one else could even touch it. He raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Speak."

"Please, you gentlemen, go with them."

They were given a proper burial.

Zhu Hong said wearily, "No need to examine, no need to wait, and no need to go through any more trouble. Let him rest in peace."

Buried?

Yan Cheng was terrified. "This is absolutely impossible!" he blurted out.

"It's not that I intend to contradict you. Putting aside merit or not, just consider this corpse. Without the approval of our superiors, how dare we dispose of it on our own?"

"If anyone is blamed, no one can bear the responsibility."

Zhu Hong raised his eyes and looked at him quietly.

"Yan Xiaojia".

He said, word by word, "The credit is yours, and it belongs to you. No one can take it from you." He then swept his gaze over the crowd, his expression turning cold.

"Afterwards, all blame was placed on them."

I, Zhu Hong, will bear this alone.

If you refuse, don't blame me for turning my back on you!

These words were spoken plainly, but the phrase "turning one's back on someone" left one speechless.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

"Brother Yan." Shi Dunzi had already noticed something was wrong with Zhu Hong. He wiped the rain from his face and said gruffly, "Let's listen to Zhu Hong then." He pointed to the cart:

"Look at that girl, she died such a tragic death."

Only by being buried early can one find peace.

My mother often said that if a person dies and isn't buried for many days, it will be difficult for them to be reincarnated as a human.

Yan Cheng was troubled, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

"I'll talk to Boss Jin!"

Seeing his hesitation, Shi Dunzi patted his chest and shouted, "Brother Yan, don't worry, if there's any punishment, I'll take it!"

Yan Cheng's mind was in turmoil, and his gaze swept over the group of people.

"well……"

He sighed. What could he do when the man held the constable's badge? He had no choice but to submit.

At worst, we can say, "Class Two, let's get tough."

Yan Cheng looked at Zhu Hong and said in a hoarse voice, "If something really goes wrong, the blame will be..." He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

Zhu Hong uttered only one sentence in a clear voice:

"A promise made will not be broken."

Yan Cheng glanced at him, said nothing more, and just waved his hand.

Zhu Hong nodded, then turned to Gu Shu and said, "Brother Gu, after this is over, please return this token to the boss for me." With that, he turned and left.

"Where are you going?"

Gu Shu shouted, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Zhu Hong did not turn around.

The figure receded further and further into the distance, fading into the distance amidst the pouring rain.

"rest assured."

Amidst the sound of rain, his words drifted over, devoid of joy or anger, sorrow or happiness: "Just a cup of strong liquor to bolster my spirits."

……

When I came out of the government office, there were no pedestrians on the street.

The shops were all half-closed, with only a few doors wide open. The shop assistants were scrambling to carry goods out, cursing, "Damn this weather!" As he walked by, some people glanced at the official with a puzzled look before lowering their heads and going back to their work.

He just kept walking, neither too fast nor too slow.

Passing from west to north.

Then head east from the north.

We walked along several long streets and through several alleys.

His mind was still a bit confused. He had been reborn as a young man, and he had lived and died.

"If you can avoid it, then avoid it; if you can endure it, then endure it."

It is no longer the ambition in my heart.

In the eternal heavens, everyone has their own unique style, so why shouldn't we become heroes of the world?

The wind is rising, the clouds are raging, and the sword is cold.

Why should he lower his head? He should ask the sages of the past about the depths of his path. Clearly, the world is in turmoil, and it is my turn to shine. Why should I envy them?

He doesn't act like a good person.

I won't be a bad person either.

However, I just want to live a carefree life.

He looked up, letting the rain soak his face until he could barely open his eyes, and laughed to himself.

"Life,

Ah, life!

It is not right to force people to behave in a certain way.

"Sir/Madam!"

"With such heavy rain, why not come in and have a pot of wine?"

A sudden shout pulled him back from his daze.

Zhu Hong paused, and when he looked up, he realized that he was standing in front of a restaurant, specifically the Tingfeng Tower.

He was momentarily stunned.

Only then did he remember that he had a contract with Tingfeng Tower. Although he had now entered the government and the contract was now void, it was this place that had given him a way out when he was in trouble.

Both morally and logically, we should express our gratitude.

He stood in the rain, and seeing that there was still some time before the lights of night began to fall, he stepped over the threshold.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?"

The waiter greeted him warmly.

Zhu Hong said calmly, "Bring a jar of the strongest liquor, a large plate of cooked beef, and a whole table of hot dishes."

"Okay!"

The waiter agreed and led him to a corner seat. He pulled down a towel from his shoulder to wipe the table and said with a forced smile, "Please sit down, sir. The food and drinks will be here shortly."

Zhu Hong unfastened the black knife from his waist and casually leaned against the table.

He glanced around; the hall was noisy with people playing drinking games, laughing, and clattering bowls and chopsticks—it was a lively place.

The drinks arrived quickly.

It was scalded; the rough porcelain wine pot was steaming. He poured himself a bowl and downed it in one gulp.

The hot wine went down my throat, and it felt so good for the first time!

The meat was served shortly afterward.

It was a huge bowl, the slices unevenly cut and piled high. He tore off a strip, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

"How long has it been since I enjoyed this?"

I'd almost forgotten.

He shook his head and chuckled softly.

……

"Hmph~ Hmph~ Hmph~"

On the second floor, a young girl sat idly by the railing, her chin resting on her hand, humming a tune and casually watching the lively scene below.

Suddenly, the girl's clear, bright eyes fixed on a certain spot.

In the corner, a boy sat against the wall, looking disheveled, drinking bowl after bowl of wine.

"Feed—"

Yingning's eyes lit up instantly. She jumped up, grabbed the railing, and leaned forward, calling out, "That constable! That pedantic constable!"

……