After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Tianxin obediently knelt on the prayer mat and fell asleep.
This child sleeps on his knees; I don't know where he learned this skill from.
The group of senior students outside the window were relieved. It's good that this child is so open-minded; at least he's not trapped in his parents' shadow.
No matter what, one must always look forward.
The candles on the altar were almost gone. No one from Zhanchenlou usually cleans this place. Who would clean it?
The Zhanchen Tower shouldn't exist in the first place; it's already a miracle that they haven't burned all these ancestral tablets.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew by, seemingly from nowhere, and knocked over a memorial tablet inside the house.
This really scared Liu Xiaohua. She was fine, but Jiang Tianxin was inside. The old man at the village entrance at the foot of the mountain said that children are most afraid of being disturbed by ghosts and monsters.
Some of those who were hit by the impact never woke up again.
Although the Zhanchen Tower does all sorts of despicable things, ghosts can come looking for them, why would they look for a child?
They've only just arrived; can't they distinguish between what's important and what's not?
Liu Xiaohua jumped in with Eleven, without making a sound. The woman picked up the memorial tablet from the ground, while Jiang Tianxin was still kneeling and sleeping there, drooling.
"You've got a really big heart," the woman whispered to Eleven.
The man winked at her, signaling her to look down and see whose plaque she was holding.
The woman looked down and, by sheer coincidence, it was her master's.
Liu Xiaohua didn't reply, but instead gave Eleven a flirtatious wink.
"Fine, this is really bad luck." Liu Xiaohua walked out clutching the memorial tablet in her hand, and Eleven picked up Jiang Tianxin and carried her on his back.
The little dumpling only woke up then, and she said sleepily and whimpering:
"What are you doing? I was sleeping soundly. Is it time yet?"
"Go where? Go back to your room and sleep."
"Ouch."
After saying that, Jiang Tianxin fell asleep again, leaning on Eleven's shoulder.
Liu Xiaohua threw her master's plaque directly on the ground, and the boys and girls who were squatting on the ground by the window crowded around to see whose it was.
"Senior sister, what did you say?"
"Burn it! It's bad luck to look at. Why bully someone's child?"
"Okay, I'll burn it now."
The woman glared fiercely at the rising fire. If she wanted revenge, she could come after her; why did she have to scare a child?
At this moment, Tianxin and Tianyang are the hope of Zhanchenlou.
These killers are everyone's hope.
——The Ancestral Underworld Mini-Theater of Zhanchen Tower.
These killers' ancestors are not worshipped by anyone. They are lucky if they receive some offerings. It's only during festivals that these young men and women have no ancestors to worship, so they resort to this.
Then, fearing that the tribute fruits would spoil, they would replace them with new ones every now and then.
This thing is just an atmosphere.
Not to mention kneeling before their memorial tablets.
These killer ancestors couldn't be reincarnated for thousands of years; their sins were too great.
I don't know what's wrong with me today, but there's some light above my head, and for the first time, I feel that my weightless soul has gained some strength.
They were kept in one place and tortured in turns every day.
"Why is my mind so clear today? Did someone worship us?"
"Who worships? The very people we've sinned against?"
But their increasingly clear thinking couldn't lie; normally they were all in a daze, and it was as if knowing who was who was a big deal.
“We can tell who is kneeling in worship, but they are just ghosts. Aren’t all normal people like that?”
It was late at night when a group of wicked old ghosts closed their eyes and stared intently to see who was kneeling before them.
You won't believe it until you see it, and what you find will shock you.
Previously, Zhanchen Tower never had any young children; it was always people from the martial arts world who had nowhere else to turn who became assassins, which is how this place came to be.
Later, this place was passed down from generation to generation. Where were there so many people who had nowhere else to turn?
Therefore, the later owners of the building all had dealings with human traffickers, buying infants to support Zhanchen Tower.
When it came to Master Liu Xiaohua's place during the eleventh month, things got increasingly out of hand, and they bought more and more children.
The first patriarch of Zhanchen Tower was immediately displeased upon seeing this.
I finally managed to sober up for a bit, and this is what you show me?
ah?
We're killers, that's true, but you're training such a little kid? Is that appropriate?
Do they have any conscience?
He casually handed a large bag to the person behind him, and it was passed from one person to another until it reached Liu Xiaohua's master, who had only recently arrived, less than ten years ago.
Behind the child, he saw his worthless disciples and the two wretches who had killed him.
I couldn't help but get a little angry and wanted to scare the child.
Who knew that the memorial tablet would be burned in the blink of an eye.
I hadn't experienced the excruciating pain of being burned alive during the day, so I experienced it again at night.
He got beaten up a few more times afterward. Why did he scare people like that? Now he's going to be the fool again.
Jiang Tianxin finally learned kung fu from Liu Xiaohua, practicing in the morning and evening.
Women are reluctant to be too harsh, so they teach her little by little.
They found that the child was not bad; he was tough and showed some talent. Although he couldn't compare to a martial arts prodigy, Jiang Tianxin had one outstanding trait: he was hard to beat.
When this child was learning something, he would often get kicked away by his senior classmates who didn't know how to control their strength. But he would just brush the dirt off his clothes and get up to continue practicing as if nothing had happened.
At first, Liu Xiaohua and Shiyi were scared, and they had to see a doctor every time they were beaten.
The doctor was also puzzled, as the patient was perfectly fine, at most with bruises on his skin and stiff bones.
I've never had a fracture.
"Senior sister, am I pretty amazing?"
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