Before Jian Wushuang could react, the other party had already disappeared.
The meaning of those words was clear. The other party was not a mortal.
"Demonic Note General?" Jian Wushuang shook his head. It didn't seem like it!
Only three people had entered this place. He didn't know if Wanyan and Dong Sheng were in this city. The two of them shouldn't be pretending to be powerful in front of him.
Since they were already here, they should be mortals like him.
It wasn't Dong Sheng, Wanyan, or the Demonic Note General. It seemed like there were other people here. Or perhaps they weren't humans. They were a consciousness left behind by the existence that created this place.
Although he didn't know who the other party was, Jian Wushuang really couldn't stand the tone.
It wasn't that he was rebellious and didn't want to be disciplined, but was there a need for such a trial?
Could one become stronger just by being able to endure it?
It could only be said that the existence that created this place was too small.
"If I want to live, I'll definitely starve to death here today. Let's see what you can do about it!" Jian Wushuang made up his mind. He didn't believe that he would really die here.
Even if the Demonic Note General didn't do anything, the True Spirit would save him.
An Ultimate Dao Lord, a peerless genius with hopes of reaching the top in the future, starved to death in the mortal world. How could that be?
Plop!
Jian Wushuang found a door sill that was pleasing to the eye and directly lay down on it.
"This is it. It's not bad to die here!" Jian Wushuang mocked himself. Then, the feeling of hunger overwhelmed him.
Enduring the hunger, Jian Wushuang fell into a deep sleep.
Dusk fell. In the dark alley, the cold wind whistled. Jian Wushuang couldn't endure it and shrank his body.
He didn't know if it was his instinct or if his consciousness wasn't firm enough.
Whoosh!
Jian Wushuang suddenly got up.
Was his consciousness not firm enough?
Although he had become a mortal, his consciousness was still there!
Why did he shrink back?
Thinking of this, he laid half of his body on the street again.
Wu!
"Too rash!" Jian Wushuang shrank his body, feeling extremely unwilling.
When he fell asleep again, his body curled up into a ball. He instinctively tidied up the clothes on his body and wrapped them around his body.
Although his stomach kept growling, Jian Wushuang still slept soundly. Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept for three days, but he slept like a log.
Unknowingly, Jian Wushuang felt that his mouth was dry and cracked. His throat felt like it was burning, and there was also a pungent smell.
A stream of liquid flowed down his throat, and he choked awake.
Cough cough!
Jian Wushuang coughed violently and opened his eyes weakly.
Everything in front of him changed. He thought he had returned to reality, but when he saw the dirty clothes on his body, he realized that he was still a beggar.
He turned to look at his surroundings. This was a simple but warm room.
"You're lucky that you didn't freeze to death in the snow!"
A woman's voice sounded. Jian Wushuang struggled to turn his head, and only then did he realize that there was a young female lead behind him. Her face was heavily rouged, but her facial features were still delicate.
Jian Wushuang's voice sounded weak. He didn't think too much at the moment. He just wanted to drink some water. Before he could speak, the woman twisted her waist and handed a bowl of water to him.
Gulp!
He picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp. He felt refreshed. This was the best water he had ever drunk. It was ten thousand times better than those precious treasures.
Seeing that Jian Wushuang could breathe again, the woman asked angrily, "Stinky beggar, what's your name? “
After taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang dragged his body with both hands and leaned against the soft bed. He looked at the woman with an unfriendly gaze and said coldly, "You're not worthy!" “
"Hey, you stinky beggar, I saved your life. How can you talk to me like that? Do you believe that I won't throw you out and feed you to the dogs?" The woman with heavy rouge said fiercely.
Jian Wushuang ignored her. He finally realized that he was afraid of death.
It wasn't that he was afraid of death. It was just that his desire to live was too strong, causing him to instinctively not want to die.
"You shouldn't have saved me!" Jian Wushuang said softly.
If he was left alone, he would have frozen to death tonight.
Now that the cold on his body was gone, and he was in a warm bed, he really wanted to go out. He didn't even want to move.
After hearing Jian Wushuang's words, the prostitute sighed and complained, "You men are all good things! You should have frozen to death on the street. "
"My name is Jian Wushuang. What about you?"
"You can call me Lady Thirteen!"
The two of them introduced themselves to each other.
Then they chatted casually. Jian Wushuang also came from the mortal world, so he wasn't ignorant. He quickly learned about Qingshan City and this strange Lady Thirteen.
She didn't come from a good family. Her parents left when she was young, and she was sold to the Cuixiang Brothel in the west of the city by her own uncle.
This courtyard used to be her home. After earning some money from the brothel, she bought it.
She usually didn't come back. Today, she happened to encounter something that shouldn't have come. Taking advantage of the break, she came back here and met Jian Wushuang.
Life was unpredictable. It was such a coincidence that she saved Jian Wushuang who was about to freeze to death.
"What did you just give me?" Jian Wushuang asked curiously.
Lady Thirteen was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Of course it's wine. Without that mouthful of wine, you would have frozen to death." “
"Well, is there anything else?" Jian Wushuang swallowed his saliva.
His stomach started to grumble.
"You look like a beggar, but you don't talk like one. You sound more like a scholar. How did you end up like this?" Lady Thirteen casually passed the wine pot on the table to Jian Wushuang. She also threw a piece of baked sweet potato to him.
Jian Wushuang took a big gulp of the coarse wine, then picked up the hot potato and gnawed on it. After hearing Lady Thirteen's words, he mumbled, "You're a good judge of character!"
He really wasn't a beggar. If he told her his identity, she might think he was stupid.
In this mortal world, there was no such thing as a cultivator.
After eating a piece of sweet potato, she finally managed to control the little demon in her stomach.
Jian Wushuang felt so lucky to be able to lie on a warm brick bed after filling his stomach. Thinking back to the mutton giblets soup during the day, he couldn't help smacking his lips.
"Tell me, you don't look like a child from a poor family. How did you end up like this?" Lady Thirteen was very curious. Once a woman's fire of gossip was ignited, it wouldn't be extinguished.
Jian Wushuang hugged his head with both hands and looked at the roof beam. He muttered to himself, "Me? It's hard to say!"
He didn't know where to start. Was it about the Disambiguation Temple?
That was too ridiculous. Telling a mortal about the Disambiguation Temple was like talking about a heavenly book.
Things in the mortal world were based on one's own experience. There was really something to talk about.
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