In the 216th year of Gaowu calendar, in the middle of July, the gate of hell opened.
Qin Tian squatted at the door of his martial arts gym, staring at the bright red word "Demolish" on the wall, and fell into deep philosophical thinking.
"Before a person dies, should he pay back the Huabei first?"
Behind him, the broken wooden door of the martial arts hall creaked in the wind.
Three of the four big characters "Qin's Martial Arts School" on the door plaque were missing, leaving only the single character "Qin" hanging there, like a posthumous photo of a deceased person.
"Brother Tian!"
Fatty Zhang Yuan's head poked out from the wall, his face full of sympathy.
"The bank people said that if the loan is not repaid today, the land will belong to them."
Qin Tian did not look back and sighed faintly: "Tell me, if I hang myself here, will it be considered a haunted house? Can it be devalued?"
"Forget it!"
The fat man analyzed it carefully, "With your F-level martial arts talent, you can still strangle someone with a hanging rope."
Qin Tian fell silent.
Because this is right.
