Repugnant Gateway 1

by Zhi Bai

  A youth wearing a white mink fur coat walked to his side, his eyes unblinking as he looked in the direction of the rundown courtyard. This youth looked to be around ten years of age, and half a head taller than An Zheng. The clothes he wore was extremely gorgeous, and within his handsome face, there was an incomprehensible coldness and arrogance. He was just a ten-year old child, but the shrewdness in his eyes was deeper than that of an adult.

  His face was like jade, lips red and teeth white. This young man was very beautiful.

  "Third Uncle wants to kill that brat?"

  The youth pointed at An Zheng.

  Chen Pu's attitude towards this youth was a little disrespectful to his seniority as he bent down slightly: "Little Young Master, the original plan was against the nine great bandits, this brat is just a primer. But now, the nine great bandits didn't appear. It was clear that they wanted to give up on this brat. Therefore, there didn't seem to be a need for this plan to continue. I was just about to send someone to ask the old master what he should do and wait for his orders. "

  "There's no need to trouble my father with such a small matter."

  The youth in white said in an aged voice, "Since there is no need for the nine great bandits to plan anymore, then let's just withdraw … Also, this brat is quite interesting, much better than Zhang Lei and the rest of those lackeys. Third Uncle should bring him back, I don't need him anymore for the nine great bandits. I want him. "This person has a vicious heart. If he can be nurtured well, he will become my right-hand man in the future."

  He turned around and said, "In the future, I will be taking over the Chen family's property. Now that I am eleven years old, I should find some helpers that I can use."

  Chen Pu felt a chill down his spine, he actually felt an indescribable fear towards this eleven year old child. He didn't know why, but every time he looked at the young master, he felt like he wasn't looking at a person. That sort of cold feeling was like the young master had crawled out of hell to become a devil. He then looked at An Zheng who was resting on a chair in the distant dilapidated little courtyard, and suddenly discovered that the feeling that wild brat had was even stronger.

  "As you wish, young master, since you've already decided, let's not carry on with the plan."

  Chen Pu waved his hand, and all the assassins in the Chen family left.

  "Third Uncle, I'm eleven years old now. You can call me Young Master in the future, but don't add that word. It sounds a little harsh on my ears."

  After leaving these words behind, the youth in white left with large strides. Seven or eight youths around his age crowded around him, as if protecting the emperor. Those boys were the helpers that the youth in white had found himself. They had slowly turned into dogs. Moreover, it was a group of dogs that had been trained since they were young. Perhaps they would be able to become mastiffs in a few years. As long as the youth in white pointed forward, they would pounce on him and tear him into pieces.

  Chen Pu walked for a while, but when he turned around, he found that the youth called An Zheng had already dragged the wailing wounded people out of the small fenced yard. The young man grabbed the injured people's ankles with one hand and dragged them out like a dead dog, then casually threw them outside the door.

  An Zheng felt a little tired. He had attacked a little too many times today, and this body still had some injuries, and was not light. He tossed the last wounded man out the door and, panting, walked back into the yard and sat down. There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead. It was not from exhaustion, but from pain.

  The fellows in the academy had yet to recover from their injuries. The pain in their organs made them feel as if they had been completely twisted into a fried dough twist. An Zheng thought about what kind of medicine he could find in this place. If he really couldn't take it, then he should take the medicine since this body was different from his back then. He had concocted several tens of thousands of pill formulas in his head, and the Ming Fa Si's medicine were all developed by him. But now, he did not even have the materials to concoct the most ordinary set of white medicine.

  Just at this time, An Zheng heard the sound of shoes stepping on water. An Zheng did not raise his head. From the sound of the footsteps, he knew that Fatty Du Shoushou had returned. This fellow's footsteps were very heavy and his breathing was heavier. It was obvious that he had run all the way here.

  When An Zheng raised his head, he saw that the fatty's face had already distorted from shock and nervousness. The sight of the wounded and bleeding outside had obviously stirred Fatty's heart.

  "An Zheng, are you alright?"

  Fatty dashed into the courtyard while stepping on those fellows. His shoes were already stained red with blood.

  An Zheng shook his head: "I'm fine, but the internal injuries caused by Wang Meng Wang Zhuang earlier were not too good."

  Du Shoushou bent down and carried An Zheng without any explanation: "Come, let's go to the medicine store. Your current appearance is too scary, I don't know if you have your own blood on you or not."

  After taking two steps, he turned around to look at the silver before returning to grab a handful and putting it away. In the medicine store, Song Lang only recognized silver and didn't recognize anyone. The fatty looked at the circle of silver and sighed, "What a pity, once we leave, the money will no longer be kept."

  An Zheng swung his hand, and the firewood knife flew out, landing on the ground right in the middle of the white circle with a pu sound. The handle of the blade went up, as if it was pointing a ruler at the ground.

  An Zheng lay on Du Shoushou's back and laughed: "Let's go. With this machete, at least no one from Nanshan Street would dare come. The Chen Clan's people wouldn't act rashly when they didn't see the nine great bandits. If nothing unexpected happens, they would still help guard the silver. "

  Du Shoushou didn't know how An Zheng could be so confident, he was only worried about An Zheng's injuries. Carrying An Zheng on his back, he rushed to the only medicine store in Nanshan Street. The kitten in An Zheng's embrace squeezed its head out from the gap between the two of them and looked around in confusion, revealing an expression that said "who's suppressing us".

  At the street corner, Chen Pu waved his hand, "Protect this courtyard. If anyone dares to touch that silver, we can immediately kill them. If the people from the Nine Bandits come, then tell them that little brother An will be a guest of our Chen family in the future, and that it has nothing to do with the Nine Bandits. From the moment they allowed An Zheng to face all of this on his own, they had already given up their relationship with An Zheng. Little... No one can stop the person that Young Master wants. "

  With that, he turned and left. A dozen or so black-clothed Chen family guards walked over quickly and protected An Zheng's small courtyard.

  On the main street, Du Shoushou was carrying An Zheng as he wildly dashed. The bumpy An Zheng had the illusion that his internal organs were being shaken out of his body. But fortunately, Du Shoushou had a lot of muscles on him, so the shock absorbing effect was not bad. Therefore, An Zheng could not help but ask: "Fatty... You haven't even eaten meat a few times, how can you be so fat? "

  "How the f * ck would I know? Are you saying that my entire body of flesh is wronged by me?"

  "How wronged."

  "Oh right, An Zheng, how much is three thousand silver?"

  "You have no future. Your goal in life is to convert anything into how much meat is worth?"

  "F * ck, if I can eat meat, what do I need?"

  "Ha ha-ha ha, what you just said is so f * cking reasonable that there's no way to refute it."

  An Zheng laughed really hard, his internal organs were hurting too, but he laughed so happily, he couldn't stop. It had been a very, very long time since such a pure friendship had last appeared by his side. As An Zheng laid on the fatty's back, he thought to himself that in the future, he would definitely let him eat meat everyday. However, thinking about how simple Fatty's life was, having mea
t to eat was enough. The goal was simple, and people were easily satisfied. It would make them happier.

  "Fatty, I'll make you a high-ranking official from now on, okay?"

  "Not good. You should just be a high-ranking official. I'll be your henchman."

  "I'll hit whoever I say?"

  "Of course!"

  "Alright, that's a deal. "If I say 'beat him up' in the future, you just have to rush up and beat him up."

  "No problem, but I'm not going to hit my parents."

  "Nonsense!" Why did I hit your parents … Oh right, Fatty, what kind of girl do you like? Is she fair and fat, or is she delicate and slim? We will be famous in the Nanshan Street in the future, and you will have a lot of admirers then. "

  "You have to be white and fat. Those who are too skinny will fight with me for meat. Those who are fat won't be lacking meat, right?"

  "…"

  "Meow ~"

  At this time, the white cat Xiao Shan cried out, as if he despised Du Shoushou's ideal of life.

  Chapter 10 - Treating Wounds

  The slightly contemptuous cry of a cat made Du Shoushou a little dissatisfied: "good old man, you're a cat that's always sleeping in the arms of others, what right do you have to mock me?"

  The little kitten stretched itself while sticking close to An Zheng and glanced at Du Shoushou with an expression that said 'this is my little life'. The look in its eyes meant that a beauty like us could naturally look down on everything.

  Du Shoushou carried An Zheng and walked in the direction of the infirmary. Naturally, he could not see the expression of the little kitten on his back. He panted as he walked: "An Zheng, you look so thin, why are you so heavy..."

  An Zheng laughed softly and said, "Fatty, do you know that when you carried someone on your back, you realized that it was not a good thing for that person to get heavier and heavier."

  "Why? "What does that mean?"

  "That means you're tired."

  Du Shoushou was startled for a moment, and curled his lips: "You're still in the mood to joke with me even now, don't think that I don't know. My mother told me that she said that when I was very sick, she carried my mother to the hospital. Halfway there, he felt that my milk was getting heavier and heavier. Before he had run far, my milk was gone … The Mad Qu of the infirmary later said that after a person died, they would become heavier. Don't worry, An Zheng. With me here, you won't die. "

  An Zheng laughed: "I won't die that easily again."

  Du Shoushou didn't understand what An Zheng meant. He thought An Zheng was talking about the matter of him being almost beaten to death by those people from the Gao Clan. How could he know that the person on his back had once fought fiercely with many experts in the depths of Mount Cang Man, to the point that even the mountains and rivers had changed into different shapes. That time, An Zheng was not too far away from death. It was also because of that battle that An Zheng realized that in the Da Xi Empire, those who were waiting for him to die were not only those people that he saw on the surface, they were also some companions that An Zheng thought he could fight with.

  An Zheng's home was not far from the Nanshan Street's Medical Center. The Medical Center's medical skills were not bad, but people were greedy, if they did not have money, they would not help even if they died in front of his door.

  When Du Shoushou carried An Zheng to the entrance of the infirmary, Mad Qu's disciple, Qu Liuer, was tiptoeing to put on the shield, and was about to close the door. The sky had already darkened and there weren't many people on the street. Qu Liuer was only about seven or eight years old, he looked thin and small, and it seemed like he was struggling to stand on tiptoe. He had delicate features, big eyes, and a curved, willow leaf shaped brow. His face was a bit sharper, and he looked more like a girl.

  "Liu'er, quickly, tell your master to save An Zheng."

  Du Shoushou rushed to the entrance of the infirmary while gasping for breath. Turning around, he saw that An Zheng's entire body was covered in blood. The news of An Zheng fighting with those local thugs and thugs from the Tyrant Faction outside the tavern before had already spread far and wide. Therefore, Qu Liuer's first reaction was, An Zheng had been beaten to a pulp by someone.

  "But …" But Master will not treat him. "

  Everyone in Nanshan Street knew that the Mad Qu in the infirmary did not receive any treatment … Drinking time does not receive a consultation, do not receive a consultation after nightfall, do not receive a consultation without money.

  Qu Liuer's voice was very soft and gentle, and he was at a loss of what to do. "It's getting dark now, Master is going out to drink …"

  "But if you don't save him, he will die!"

  Du Shoushou shouted, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

  Just when Qu Liuer didn't know what to do, Mad Qu, who looked to be in his fifties with a goatee, and who was as skinny as a ghost, walked out unsteadily from inside: "Who dares to behave so atrociously here, don't you see what kind of place this is? No one in Nanshan Street would dare to barge into Master Qu's infirmary. "

  Seeing that the Mad Qu had come out, Du Shoushou immediately ran over with An Zheng on his back: "Master Qu, I beg you to save An Zheng, he is injured."

  Mad Qu squinted his eyes as he glanced at An Zheng, and was also shocked by the blood on his body. However, he quickly regained his calm and shook his head, "Everyone in Fantasy City knows that Master Qu does not receive any treatment. When night fell, he would not receive a consultation. If Master Qu drank, he would not receive a consultation. If he did not have the money, he would not receive a consultation. "You two poor kids have already taken care of all three of us. Let's go, let's go, let's go. Master Qu won't bother with any of you little kids today, let's just hurry up and leave."

  Du Shoushou took out a handful of silver and slapped it on the counter, "Master Qu, I'm rich!"

  When Mad Qu saw the large amount of blood stained silver, his eyes immediately lit up. "This …"

  Du Shoushou said anxiously: "Is that enough? "If you don't have enough for the family, you can just name a price."

  Mad Qu said with some difficulty: "You should know that I talk about rules the most. He didn't receive a call when it was dark and he didn't receive a call when he was drinking … But if you have the money, just say so. Come, come, come, come. Liu-er, why are you not helping your brother from the An clan down so quickly? Why were you so careless and stained yourself with blood? "

  He said that his entire body was dyed in blood, so An Zheng was a little surprised in his heart. But he said that he had been drenched in blood all over his body, and not only that, he also said that he had bled all over, so it was clear that Mad Qu knew that the blood was not An Zheng's own.

  Qu Liuer immediately ran over and helped An Zheng off his back. When he saw An Zheng's pale face and a body covered in blood, he was obviously frightened.

  "Hold him, I need to check his pulse."

  Mad Qu rolled up his sleeves and pinched An Zheng's thigh. A moment later, his face changed: "This … How was this possible? You … Are you a human or a ghost! "

  He shouted, and his body involuntarily retreated backwards.

  "What's wrong, Master Qu?"

  Du Shoushou immediately asked.

  Mad Qu's face turned white: Although I have never done many good deeds, I have never done any evil deeds. If you have any grievances, you can just find your enemy. I am a place where patients can be cured, and no one has been harmed before. "

  Hearing his nonsense, Du Shoushou pulled him back, "Are you going to save or not!"

  Mad Qu flung Du Shoushou's hand away. "He's a dead man! How can I save you?! "

  Qu Liuer frowned, and extended his hand to pinch An Zheng's veins, his expression changing a moment later: "All my organs are broken, especially my spleen which is already broken, my liver is also cracked, it's obviously … You should have died. "

  An Zheng slowly heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled to him: "I'm still alive,
but if you don't save me, I'm afraid you won't be able to last much longer. It's true that the five organs are damaged, but not as badly as you think. If you have any of these herbs, please bring some of them to me. Then, use the three poisonous blood as a primer and let me drink a set of medicine first. "

  "Bullshit!"

  When the Mad Qu heard what An Zheng said, he was infuriated: "Don't speak nonsense if you don't understand medicine, you can't use these few medicines together. Whoever eats them will die! Even if you are a ghost, Master Qu cannot just randomly take out medicine and start treating me. "

  An Zheng patted Du Shoushou's shoulder: "Take your money."

  Du Shoushou grabbed a handful of silver from his chest and placed it on the table, "Do as my brother says. Although I didn't know that he actually understood medical knowledge, I still believe him."

  "This is not a matter of money!"

  Mad Qu said loudly: "As a doctor, you must have your own principles. The rules of not receiving treatment may be broken on account of money, but this medicine is definitely not okay. I don't have to save you, but as long as I open the door and pick up the call, I can't let you die in my door. If word got out, Master Qu's size would be destroyed. Liu'er, go get a small pill and feed it to him. Then, use the recipe I taught you to treat internal injuries. Even if this person is doomed, I will drag him back from the gates of hell. "

  "Take the medicine I told you to."

  An Zheng said to the Mad Qu: "The power of the Small Revitalizing Pellet is too strong, I have been suffering from it all this while, although I was training, my body is weak, and I cannot endure the power of the medicine. Although all the drugs I mentioned are poisonous, they can stop bleeding first. My internal organs are damaged, so normal drugs can't stop bleeding that fast. Even though poison was a type of damage, it was still better than bleeding. Furthermore, as long as the quantity of these poisonous substances is accurate, no one will die. "

  Mad Qu frowned, skeptical. "How do you know all this?"