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Chapter 1472: Chapter 796: Broken Pen (2)
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhao Sheng successfully landed a move and without hesitation, delivered three lightning-fast punches, all hitting the opponent’s Adam’s apple.
With a cracking sound, Su Heihu’s neck bone was instantly broken, and he dropped to his knees on the spot, his head hanging deeply.
Zhao Sheng stepped forward and kicked the opponent, immediately kicking him off the riverbank, sending him rolling into the water.
With Su Heihu’s death, the Will Heart Light instantly loosened a bit.
Zhao Sheng felt his spirit refreshed, as if shedding a thick shell from his body.
"Help! Someone fell into the water!"
Not long after he turned and left, someone accidentally discovered a floating corpse in the river and started shouting loudly, quickly attracting a crowd.
In Mingxi Town, there has always been a saying that the east is wealthy while the west is poor. Because the town’s pier is on the east side, the poor families making a living near the pier live nearby.
Over time, a large area of slums formed here, with dilapidated houses, narrow roads, and very poor sanitation.
Zhao Sheng was looking for someone who lived nearby.
Just as he passed through a narrow alley, avoiding a few piles of sewage, a big yellow dog suddenly darted out from the alley entrance, wagging its tail and quickly running past him, wearing a thumb-thick bright yellow collar around its neck.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng’s heart was moved, and he silently followed.
The big yellow dog, oblivious, trotted through two alleys and quickly ran into a small courtyard with half-collapsed walls.
Zhao Sheng approached, looking into the small courtyard through the half-collapsed wall, and saw a seven or eight-year-old child lying on the ground drawing.
The child’s clothes were worn out, but his little face was very clean. At this moment, he held a broken pen in his hand, continuously drawing on a stone slab.
Even as the big yellow dog frolicked and barked around the child, it couldn’t affect his spirit, as he maintained an extremely focused expression.
Zhao Sheng saw this scene and seemed thoughtful.
He watched silently for a while, until the child finished filling the stone slab, then got up from the ground.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed, and he stepped forward to push open the wooden door and entered the courtyard.
The child saw someone come in and looked very nervous, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
Zhao Sheng smiled slightly, speaking in a gentle tone: "Little friend, don’t be afraid. Is this the Li Family?"
"Yes, my surname is Li without mistake, but I’m the only one left at home. Did you come to the wrong place?" the child first nodded, then asked with a puzzled expression.
Zhao Sheng’s smile did not fade as he continued to ask, "Is your father named Li Zhi?"
The child exclaimed in surprise, "How do you know my father? But my father has been dead for three years, finding him is useless."
"Your father is gone, but don’t you still remain? I want to buy this courtyard, name your price."
After saying that, as if Zhao Sheng thought of something, he asked, "By the way, what is your name?"
The child was taken aback by his words, his mind in a whirl, and he subconsciously replied, "I’m called Li Wuhui, Wuhui as in Regret!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Wuhui snapped back to reality, earnestly asking, "What you just said... you’re not fooling me?"
Zhao Sheng smiled and said, "I never talk nonsense. I’ll buy this courtyard and everything in it. How about offering one hundred taels altogether?"
"Okay, I’ll sell it!" Li Wuhui agreed without hesitation upon hearing this.
A full one hundred taels! That’s enough to buy two similar courtyards. Only a fool wouldn’t agree!
"Deal!" Zhao Sheng praised with a smile and said, "I don’t have the one hundred taels with me now. Why don’t you follow me back to the mansion to take the Silver and draw up a contract."
Li Wuhui, naturally clever, seemed a bit hesitant when he heard this.
Zhao Sheng noticed and immediately explained, "Why would I, Zhao, deceive a mere child like you? You must know that my family owns several grain and oil shops in Mingxi Town. A mere one hundred taels is nothing to me."
Li Wuhui, half-suspecting, sneakily observed Zhao Sheng’s expression, and the doubt in his heart gradually diminished by more than half.
"Alright, I’ll go with you," Li Wuhui finally decided to agree, then called to the big yellow dog to guard the house.
Having said that, he made a move to leave.
Zhao Sheng chuckled and led Li Wuhui out of the courtyard, heading towards the Zhao Mansion.
Along the way, he casually inquired about some past affairs concerning his father, Li Zhi.
Li Wuhui didn’t suspect anything and responded eagerly to every question.
Zhao Sheng gradually gained a deeper understanding of Li Zhi, who was simply a dedicated painting fool.
In order to reach the legendary pinnacle of painting, Li Zhi sold his ancestral estate and traveled the world for more than ten years.
Upon his return, at the insistence of his parents, Li Zhi married, yet his obsession with painting remained unchanged.
To create the perfect Hell Creatures Painting, Li Zhi not only spent ten years but also exhausted all his spirit.
During this time, his son was born, named Wuhui, meaning no regrets in this life.
An hour later, Zhao Sheng returned to the Zhao Mansion with Li Wuhui. He successfully persuaded Mr. Zhao to buy Li Zhi’s old residence for one hundred taels of patterned silver.
Li Wuhui, knowing well that he was too young to safeguard the silver, requested Zhao Sheng to temporarily deposit it in the Ten Kings Temple, entrusting it to the temple priest for safekeeping.
Zhao Sheng readily agreed to this request.
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Soon after, Zhao Sheng and company returned to the dilapidated courtyard.
Woof woof!
The big yellow dog, seeing its little master return, immediately wagged its tail joyfully, bounding around its little master.
Li Wuhui hugged the big yellow dog’s neck, his young face beaming brightly, after all, he was just an eight-year-old child.
Zhao Sheng watched them play with a smile before saying, "Wuhui, I also fancy the collar around the big yellow’s neck. Can you sell it to me?"
Li Wuhui was taken aback upon hearing this, then seriously nodded: "Apart from the big yellow, everything here is yours."
"Good child!" Zhao Sheng praised.
Speaking, he walked a few steps to the slate, bent down to pick up the broken pen, and asked, "In that case, this broken pen is mine too, right?"
Li Wuhui saw this, puzzled, unable to understand what the adult was thinking.
It’s just a worthless broken pen, why pay so much attention to it?
Though he couldn’t fathom the person’s thoughts, Li Wuhui still earnestly nodded and said, "This pen was used by my dad. If Young Master wants it, please take it."
Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and immediately slipped the broken pen into his sleeve.
Next, he toured the entire courtyard, carefully inspecting every item, finally collecting seven or eight objects, including a bald brush, a painting knife, and an inkstone.
Li Wuhui watched all this, increasingly puzzled, yet as clever as he was, he did not rashly inquire. He simply buried the matter deep in his heart.
...
In the dead of night, the Ten Kings Temple was dark and silent, with everyone inside deeply asleep.
When dark clouds obscured the bright moon, a shadow slipped over the wall, like a night owl sneaking into the backyard.
Before long, the shadow reached the outside of a room’s window, silently prying it open, intending to enter.
At that moment, a ripple of will swept over the shadow like water, and its five orifices began to bleed, then its body stiffened and suddenly collapsed limply to the ground.
With the clouds dispersed, Zhao Sheng suddenly appeared outside the window, looking at the boatman on the ground with a slight smile.
This "boatman" was one of the few Immortal Ruins Guests who had been lucky to survive until now.
Earlier, he hadn’t had time to deal with them, but he didn’t expect someone to come knocking on his door.
Zhao Sheng lifted the person, lightly stepped on the ground, and drifted away into the darkness.
A few moments later, in front of the Netherworld Sea Death Map inside the Yama Divine Hall, Zhao Sheng casually tossed down the boatman.
As a thought flashed by, the boatman spurted blood, which coalesced into a mass in midair.
Zhao Sheng took out the broken pen, dipped its tip in the blood, and drew on the painting with dragon and snake strokes, quickly rendering a bridge connecting to the other side.
As the Naihe Bridge formed, the All Living Beings Map suddenly radiated with light, and the broken pen seemed to awaken from dormancy, emanating an indescribable majestic aura.
At that moment, the temple, the shrine, the small town, and everything vanished into the void, replaced by boundless blood light.
The blood light originated from a Blood Pearl.
Zhao Sheng seemed to see a drop of Blood Pearl slowly oozing from the tip of the halved broken pen.
Simultaneously, deep within Zhao Sheng’s Soul Sea, a jade book slowly rose.
The book emitted a gentle white light which, upon contact with the blood light, immediately dissolved it.
Where the white light spread, space-time solidified,