Luo Xiao's expression was wooden as she ran with the beggars.
But they didn't go far before they were stopped by seven or eight people from the county government.
"Go away! Is this a place where you can come? "One of the people from the county government waved his hand in disgust.
They were now on the main road that ran from north to south in the center of the city.
There were all kinds of restaurants on both sides of the road.
This kind of place was the face of the city. The county government couldn't allow beggars, who couldn't see the light, to appear here.
An old beggar begged pitifully, "Master! Please let us go! We won't stop on the road! We'll leave immediately! The Beggar Gang is coming to arrest us! "
"Go away! Where else can beggars go if not to the Beggar Gang? "The official swung his scabbard at the old beggar's face, causing his head to bleed.
"Get lost! If you don't get lost, watch out for the long knife in my hand! "
The beggars kept quiet out of fear. No one dared to help the old beggar.
Only the young beggar from before went to help the old beggar, but he was too weak to support him.
He turned around and happened to see Luo Xiao. He said, "Come and give me a hand!"
Luo Xiao frowned slightly, but she still went to help the old beggar and left.
The three of them came to a dried-up bridge near the outskirts of the city. Then, the two of them put the old beggar down.
The young beggar looked at Luo Xiao and suddenly said, "Remember to hide your identity as a woman. Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble."
He … no, she looked at Luo Xiao's hideous and terrifying face and said, "But your face is not bad. It's quite enviable."
Luo Xiao touched the crisscrossed wounds on her face and said, "Is this also worthy of envy?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that her throat was also damaged. Her voice was as harsh and unpleasant as a wooden saw cutting wood.
Now, she was completely crippled.
But she wasn't too sad. She knew that this was just a test from Wang Quan.
Then it didn't matter. She could accept it.
The young beggar smiled.
It wasn't a smile either. It was hard to tell whether she was crying or laughing.
She raised both arms, but only one hand.
The end of her left forearm was her wrist.
"At that time, I was sold to a brothel. There was an old man who wanted to sleep with me. I resisted with all my might and bit off a piece of his flesh. Then I was beaten half to death. Later, I pretended to be dead and was thrown into the mass grave in the northern suburbs. I was saved by Grandpa Sun. "
The young beggar raised her chin and pointed at the old beggar on the ground. "Grandpa Sun taught me to wash my face with sand to make it look more miserable, but I still couldn't get any money. I learned from the children that the Beggar Gang captured and chopped off one of my hands. That way, I could look more miserable.
"Then I picked some restaurants that the heroes and heroines of Jianghu frequented to sell my face. Sure enough, I got more money. The only problem was that I would often be chased away by the patrolling yamen's night watchmen and the restaurant guards.
"That's not bad. The Beggar Gang even killed dogs. After eating the dog meat, they sewed children into the dog's skin and performed as human dogs. They would be rewarded with money."
Luo Xiao suddenly raised her head. "Don't the yamen care? There are also righteous sects."
"Who cares?"
"Then they …"
"They just give them something to eat. If they die, they throw them into the mass grave."
The young beggar spoke indifferently. Luo Xiao only listened quietly.
She glanced at the old beggar on the ground and said, "Do you want to find a doctor?"
"Where would they get the money? Even if they had the money, they wouldn't be willing to save beggars." The young beggar seemed indifferent. "Just hold on. It's fine if you can. If you can't … Grandpa Sun's luck is good."
Luo Xiao continued to be silent.
At night, the old beggar didn't make it and died.
There was no way to leave the city at night. The young beggar threw him into the mud of the riverbed and went to sleep.
Luo Xiao hugged her legs and leaned against the bridge. She looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and listened to the young beggar's snoring. She didn't know why, but she thought of Wang Quan.
"What is the Young Master doing?"
If she went to find him tomorrow, she probably wouldn't be able to find him.
Since it was a trial, the Young Master must be watching her. If she passed the trial, he would appear.
…
Wang Quan was eating.
There was only one person. At his feet was an oil-paper umbrella that he had bought in the afternoon.
Ah Jiu wanted to come with him, but he refused.
He had sent Su Zicheng to keep an eye on Luo Xiao and do something else. He wasn't here either.
His old friend Wu was busy with the fields outside the city and wasn't here either.
He was the only one here.
This was a wine shop on the west side of the city.
It was a small tavern with a gray tarpaulin and a few wooden tables under it.
The owner was an old man who was blind in one eye. He wore cloth clothes that were full of patches but were very clean.
The wine shop only had one customer, Wang Quan.
In front of him was a jug of turbid wine that he had just bought, as well as half a bowl of clear soup noodles.
There were no eggs.
Wang Quan ate half a bowl with difficulty. He couldn't help but frown and put down his chopsticks.
It was too bland. There wasn't even a bit of salt.
There was also no soy sauce.
"Boss, do you have garlic?"
The boss brought over three cloves of garlic. "Of course we do."
Wang Quan nodded his head and continued to peel the garlic slowly.
After a while, a group of people arrived, cursing and swearing.
They were a group of beggars, but they were tall and sturdy.
Although their clothes were old and patched, they weren't dirty or messy. Instead, they were as spotless as the owner.
When they arrived at the wine shop, someone glanced at Wang Quan.
When he saw that Wang Quan didn't raise his head, he didn't think too much about it.
He sat three tables away from Wang Quan and ordered a few jars of wine and a few dishes to go with it. He also ordered a plate of melon seeds.
After politely thanking the boss, they started chatting.
Perhaps they felt that there were outsiders around at this late hour, so they didn't speak too loudly.
But they still couldn't escape Wang Quan's ears.
"Old Third, how's today's harvest?"
"About ten taels of silver. It's so-so. How about your side? Your side is the most profitable place to perform for people and dogs. No matter what, it should be at least fifty taels! "
"Tsk, it's only about thirty taels. I was scolded by Elder Xu just now. He said that I don't cherish the things in the gang. "
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's just that two Black-Skinned Dogs died."
"Ah? You only have two Black-Skinned Dogs then. I remember that those are the two most profitable dogs. What a pity. "
"What's there to feel pity about? I'll just catch a few more good ones another day."
"That's true. Come, let's drink."
Wang Quan lowered his head and carefully peeled the garlic.
He pinched the two ends and twisted them. The skin of the garlic would crack, and it would be very easy to peel.
Finally, he finished peeling two garlic.
The skin was crystal clear, and it was as round and plump as ivory white jade.
But when he peeled the third garlic, he couldn't twist the skin no matter how hard he tried.
Perhaps his fingernails were a little too long, but when he peeled the garlic, he used some strength and accidentally peeled a small hole.
Holding the garlic in his hand, Wang Quan felt uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it.
He sighed, took the garlic, and walked to the other table. He happened to sit at the same table as the two people who were talking just now.
Their chatter stopped, and everyone turned to look at them.
Sitting directly opposite Wang Quan was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.
He knocked on a melon seed and spat out the skin. "Young hero, what's the matter?"
He gave a look, and the beggars at the other two tables temporarily put down the sticks in their hands.
Beggars must have good eyesight.
He could tell that Wang Quan's clothes were worth a lot of money.
"It's nothing. It's just that all of you have caused my heart to be in a mess." Wang Quan scrutinized the garlic in his hand. "Once my heart is in a mess, the peeling of the garlic will spoil. If you peel the garlic, you won't be able to eat the noodles. "
Young hero, you must be joking. The beggar's smile was very unnatural. "Servants! Boil two pots of wine! And serve a plate of roasted mutton for young hero to eat! "
He cupped his hands. "Young hero, is this alright?"
"No." Wang Quan slowly raised his head. His eyes were scarlet red.
The gloomy beggar's expression changed, and he was about to retreat!
At the same time! Several long sticks whizzed toward the back of Wang Quan's head from both sides!
But in the next moment, a rouge color flashed.
They all stood motionless in the posture of smashing sticks.
Wang Quan slowly stood up and walked toward the gloomy middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground and was moving backward.
With every step he took, a beggar's head and limbs were separated from his body.
It seemed to be raining.
A shadow covered the gloomy middle-aged man's face.
He raised his head, his face full of shock. "How did we offend you?!"
"Didn't I tell you?" Wang Quan smiled faintly. "The peeling of the garlic is spoiled."
He slowly pulled out Beauty.
"Sigh …"
With a sigh, the tavern owner put his hand on the hilt of Wang Quan's sword, preventing him from unsheathing it. "Young hero, where it is possible to forgive and forget, one should forgive and forget. Why kill for such a small matter?"
He waved his hand. The gloomy middle-aged man looked as if he had seen his savior, rolling and crawling away.
Wang Quan tilted his head and looked at the tavern owner, chuckling. "How should I address you?"
"I'm Chou Donghai." The tavern owner answered faintly.
He was ranked third on the Terrestrial Ranking, and one of the only two Innate Experts in the Beggar Sect, Nine Pouches Elder Chou Donghai.
People called him the number one person below the Divine Ranking.
"Hmm, never heard of you."
The rain poured down. The gloomy middle-aged man who had run a few feet away suddenly screamed. His legs were broken at the knees.
Then it was his arms, then his lower body.
In the end, he was left with only his upper body without arms. He fell from mid-air into the rain, screaming and rolling back and forth.
"You!"
Chou Donghai was shocked and angry. But the next moment, he saw Wang Quan's eyes.
What kind of eyes were those?
He didn't know.
He only knew that his line of sight was blocked by a big hand that covered the sky.
Then, there was the pain of his tendons and bones breaking, and the itch of ants biting his heart.
Finally, he couldn't maintain the demeanor of a master, and screamed.
Wang Quan grabbed his face. The black and red mist drilled into his body through his orifices.
Following Chou Donghai's scream, the skin, blood vessels, and muscles all fell off like cotton.
In the end, only his head, skeleton, and a beating red heart were left.
His screams continued.
Wang Quan exerted force. His head was separated from his skeletal body, but he was still alive.
Then, the head was placed in front of the bowl of noodles.
Beside it, there were three copper coins.
Wang Quan tilted his head slightly. He had already felt it.
The next person to kill had come.
He picked up the oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and walked into the curtain of rain.
