The Sword God of the South

An Old Beggar

The old grandfather did not directly answer Zhang Fei's question. He seemed to be thinking first. It was as if he was currently recalling the events some time ago.

The atmosphere there was again gripped with silence. Slender. Silent.

The fishy smell of blood and the smell of carcasses that are smelled carried by the night wind, further adding to the spooky power in the large and magnificent building.

"As far as I know, three days earlier, there were about two people who had come here, Young Master. The two men were dressed in all black, their faces resplendent and filled with dense sideburns" the old man began to tell a story.

"Have they come to meet journalist Cong Lai?" zhang Fei asked quickly.

"really. They came to see the employer,"

"What did they say?"

"I'm .. I don't know for sure. Clearly, after the two of them came out from inside the building, their faces looked furious. Even along the way, those people kept cursing and threatening the employer,"

Zhang Fei started to imagine something. His mind began to walk, wondering what had happened that day.

Too bad, even though he tried long enough, but he did not find a bright spot.

"After the two men arrived, did any more foreigners come here?" ask him further.

"Nothing," the old man replied as he shook his head. "Only, after the events of the day, some branch of the business of the employer got a disaster. There was a group of people who suddenly made a riot in some of his attempts,"

"They must have been two people's men who came earlier," Zhang Fei interrupted.

"True, I also suspect so," said the old man confirmed.

"Then, what happens next? Did Journalist Cong take action?"

"Not at all. The employer just let it go. He just forgot about it,"

Since long ago, Hartawan Cong Lai was known as a friendly and kind person. He never looked for trouble with anyone.

He was also known as a wealthy man. Every day, he must spend the results of his efforts to be given to those in need.

Too bad, people as good as him, just have to die horribly.

"I think this bloody event also happened because of that problem. Those are the two people who have wreaked havoc on the Cong Lai Journalist Family,"

Zhang Fei was very sure of that. He believed his guess could not be wrong.

Especially from the short story just now, he could already feel that the two people who came were, of course, members or even officials of the Black Panji Party in the city around.

"Uncle" he said, speaking further. "Look, now try to find the people around. Tell them that the entire Cong Journalist Family has been slaughtered by an unknown person. After that, you asked them to help you bury all the bodies of the people who are here,"

"Okay, Young Master. Right now I'm going to look for the citizens" the old man replied quickly.

Although actually he was very tired, but somehow, suddenly his strength suddenly reappeared.

Was it because he was happy, because the bodies of his other masters and brothers, would soon be buried properly? Or is it that energy, arises because it has new hope?

No one knows for sure what the answer is. But now, the old geezer had walked out.

Zhang Fei looked at his departure. Once the old man was at the outer gate, he intended to go inside again.

Who would have thought, just about to leave, Zhang Fei suddenly heard a shout. The familiar scream.

Without wasting much more time, he immediately shot out!

Once there, I knew that old grandfather had just died. Died in blood!

Right on his left neck, there was a knife along one inch that had pierced through it. The old man's death was really sad.

Zhang Fei darted again, he headed towards the corner that the grandfather was looking at. He was sure the killer must be there.

Unfortunately, as soon as it arrived at the corner in question, there was already no one else.

Several times he searched for clues, but nothing was found.

Except just footprints.

"The science of lightening this person's body is really great," he murmured as he watched the extremely thin footprints.

The night is getting late. The second sound has been heard.

Zhang Fei felt his blood boiling. Anger within his chest, as if it was a burning fire.

Now, there is no longer a living man but himself. The old man is dead.

That means, inevitably, he himself must find residents to help bury the bodies of the Cong Lai Journalist Family.

Yush!!!

The young man went straight to the city center. After a while, he managed to gather the people around. There are no less than twenty people.

At first they did not want to, especially after hearing the story.

But after Zhang Fei gave a little in return, the citizens were finally willing as well.

In this world, which people do not need money? Who doesn't want to have money?

Although there may still be people who do not need and want to have money, but surely those people are very few in number.

Just as the fourth fart was heard, all of the unfortunate corpses were finally finished being buried as well.

The backyard of the residence of Reporter Cong Lai was used as their final resting place.

After all the activities were completed, the residents immediately went home to their respective homes.

Zhang Fei did not leave immediately. He went back inside the building, looking for a treasure depository.

Unfortunately, almost all of the wealth of Hartawan Cong Lai, has been lost brought by the demon humans.

He didn't find much money, except just a little.

Zhang Fei brought all the money he found. After he succeeded, he immediately left the building.

In the morning, he walked on a dusty road. The young man searched for temples and orphanages. He wanted to give all the treasure to them.

Once he found it, he immediately gave away all the treasures. In accordance with the initial purpose.

Just as the sun was rising, all his activities were done.

Now it's time to get some food. He walked to a simple food stall. Ordering wine and vegetable rice.

Not wanting to waste too much time, Zhang Fei quickly finished his meal.

Initially once it was finished, he intended to leave immediately. Who knows, just as he got up, he suddenly saw an old beggar walking into the simple food stall.

The old beggar's clothes were worn. Even his body was dirty, filled with street dust.

In the eyes of others, he might just be seen as an ordinary old beggar. But in Zhang Fei's eyes, it was quite the opposite.

He was sure, that old beggar was no ordinary beggar!