Collect the Debt (1)

Hu Li cast a hesitant glance at Yun Luofeng and finally took over the medicine. He turned to the old man, "Father, wait for a moment. Let me decoct the medicine."

Then he walked away.

"Mr. and Mrs. Yun," the old man said, his eyes resting on them, "if you don't mind, please rest in my home tonight."

Yun Luofeng slightly nodded. For a spirit cultivator, even sitting up all night would be no problem…

...

The next day, in the morning.

A loud noise came from outside the shabby room in the slum.

A man yelled arrogantly, "Hu Wenwu, Hu Li, is your money prepared? If you can't repay your debt, you'll have to give me your lives!"

Squeak!

The shabby wooden door was pushed open by an old hand, and the old man tottered out with the help of his sons. His crutch heavily pounded the ground like a hammer hitting on the hearts of the crowd.