The man was crawling on the ground, but his speed was not slow. He soon came to the table, jumped gently, jumped onto the chair, squatted there, without saying anything, picked up the bowl with both hands, didn't use chopsticks, and went straight in and had a big mouth.

This eating habit...

Tang Ye looked surprised and looked carefully. He saw that his hair was spread out, long enough to his shoulders, and was messy. Some of his long hair fell in front of his face, covering his face. Sometimes, his eyes were exposed, and his eyes were faintly shining, which was not like a human look.

The clothes he wore were covered with patches, yellow and gray, and were quite dirty, which must have been because of his long-term crawling on the ground.

At this time, Wu Yishou, Yang Sanshou, and Tang Ye were sitting at the dining table, and now there was a strange old fifth. The two dementia senior brothers, each holding each bowl, squatting on the edge of the wall and eating, and rice fell all over the floor.

Wu Yishu was in poor health and had very little appetite. He drank a cup of thick soup. The soup had a strong medicinal flavor and made people feel uncomfortable when smelled. After he finished drinking the soup, he went into the room to rest with a cane. Yang Sanshu didn't have much appetite, and chewed it in half a bowl. He chewed it slowly. The Lao Wu was very fast, which was comparable to Tang Ye.

Tang Ye then noticed that Lao Wu’s rice bowls were all large, one bowl was enough to match two bowls from others. Tang Ye was also very hungry just now, so he took the table and was concerned about eating it himself, not paying attention to anything else.

Not long after, Lao Wu's job was empty, Yang Sanshou took it and made another bowl.

Tang Ye hurried to make food too, but only saw the empty rice cooker, and was immediately disappointed. Fortunately, he ate a hard meal before, and at least he had half full.

Yang San hand poured all the leftover dishes on the plate into Lao Wu's big bowl, shook his head, thinking to himself: There is a Tang Ye in the restaurant, and you will have to put two more kilograms of rice in each meal in the future. But then he thought that being able to eat it proves that this new disciple has good physical fitness and may be able to practice it.

There was no food to eat, so Tang Ye had to sit down and then looked at Lao Wu curiously.

Yang Sanshou coughed dryly and said slowly: "Lao Wu, this is my newly acquired disciple, named Tang Ye, you can see clearly."

Lao Wu finally raised his head, looked at Tang Ye very seriously, and then lowered his head to have a meal.

Yang Sanshou said to Tang Ye: "Tang Ye, this is your fifth uncle, Zhao Wushou."

"Tang Ye has met the fifth uncle."

Tang Ye quickly got up to greet him. When the other party looked up, he clearly saw that the fifth uncle had a thin face, a strange yellow stripe on his face, and both cheeks were not dark in color, but it was clearly visible.

The fifth uncle ignored it and continued to eat. He finished it quickly. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the inside of the bowl from beginning to end, without leaving a grain of rice. After licking it clean, he put it down, jumped off the chair, landed on both hands, and crawled out again.

Looking at his departure back, Yang Sanshou sighed.

Tang Ye couldn't help asking: "Master, this fifth uncle..."

"I had eleven brothers at the beginning. The master gave me the name, with the word "hand" as the ending, and the middle was arranged in numbers. My name contains "three" and the third one is the third one."

Tang Ye touched his chin and said, "The master in the museum called Yishou. He must be the first to get started. No wonder you call him Senior Brother."

"He is not only the eldest brother, but also the son of the master."

So that's it, Tang Ye suddenly understood.

Yang Sanshou continued: "Among so many brothers, Lao Wu is actually the most talented. Unfortunately, after his master died, he didn't know what stimulation he was. His whole personality changed drastically. He stopped talking to us, crawling when walking, sleeping on the ground, and even ate raw flesh and blood... He was very happy and became like a beast. I don't know if this was a problem he had become obsessed with practicing "Three Tong Tiger"..."

Tang Ye was silent. If he hadn't had no way out, he wouldn't have become a disciple. This "Three Tonghu" was too evil.

Is there such martial arts in the world?

After thinking about it, he suddenly said, "Master, I have another request."

"Oh, say it."

"I have a younger brother, and I want to take him to the martial arts hall."

He said it was a request, but his tone was firm.

Yang Sanshou looked at him and sighed: "Okay."

But I was quickly settled the score: one more person and one more mouth, just hope that my appetite is not that big...

"Thank you, Master!"

Tang Ye was overjoyed: "I'll go back and clean up now."

As he said that, he ran away.

"Hey...you..."

Yang Sanshou looked at the table with his eyes wide open, and he took in an apprentice. He thought that someone would have to do the work of washing dishes and wiping the table, but he didn't expect that he, the master, would have to clean it up. What's the matter?

A thump!

Yang Sanshu's expression changed, and when he turned around, he saw a disciple squatting at the wall and eating sank on the ground, motionless.

He quickly stepped up and saw that blood was bleeding from his seven orifices, and the human eyes could no longer see him.

A look of sadness flashed across Yang Sanshou's eyes and murmured: "One more died, I haven't even been able to survive this month."

Another disciple was still squatting beside him, trying hard to squeeze into his mouth with a dazed face.

...

Tang Ye had nothing to clean up. He only had a few worn-out clothes and some fragments, put them in an old box, and went out to find the little mute.

When he left, he was seen by some neighbors. They thought Tang Ye was going to escape and left the place. He had no money to pay the money and had no choice but to escape.

Soon, Tang Ye found the little mute on the street.

The little mute had no business and looked at the crowd coming and going on the street with his eyes wide open.

"What? Brother, have you entered the martial arts school to learn martial arts?"

The little mute screamed in surprise, his voice clear and beautiful, which made many people look over.

Tang Ye quickly covered her mouth and pulled her away. The little mute then thought of his sensitive identity and did not dare to speak anymore.

The two of them came to the entrance of the Tiger Roar Hall. The little mute looked up and saw it. Suddenly, he grabbed Tang Ye's hand tightly and whispered anxiously: "Brother, you can't learn martial arts here!"

Tang Ye asked: "What's wrong?"

"I heard from the people on the street that they all said that they learned martial arts here, either they were stupid or disabled, and many people died. Brother, I beg you, let's go. I would rather not have a house to live in or have enough food than you should learn this martial arts."

Tang Ye scratched his hair. He originally wanted to keep this secret so that the little mute would not worry, but she didn't expect that she would have known it. It seemed that the Tiger Roar Hall had already become famous and everyone was away from it.

Holding the soft hand of the little mute, Tang Ye slowly said, "Little mute, listen to me. We have no way to go except the door in front of us."

"No, we can go somewhere else."

Tang Ye shook his head: "Do you remember that we came here from other places. Although I have never read books, I understand some truths. For people like us, the world is the same. The only thing we can change is ourselves, and this path."
Chapter completed!