Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

"It's for you, eat it."

The little beggar put down his bowl and went back.

The person lying in the corner who was mistaken for a beggar was none other than Li Changshou who had fled here.

Li Changshou opened his slightly cloudy eyes and moved slightly.

A bone-chilling pain shot through his body.

The cultivator's handleless Flying Sword still remains in own's body, less than the length of a finger, stuck in a key position.

Li Changshou grabbed the bowl and gulped down the broth and steamed bun.

Not caring about the taste.

After eating, put the bowl away.

Then he lay down in the corner and made no sound.

The little beggar shook his head and whispered to the old beggar: "I guess he will live in a few days."

The little beggar smelled the rotten smell unique to dying people. This smell was too familiar to him.

People who smell like this often don't live for a few days at most.

It's just that the development of things was somewhat beyond the little beggar's expectation.

Several days passed, and the man was not dead.

On weekdays, he doesn't move around or go out to beg for food, he just lies down in a corner.

If you don't give him food, he won't want it either.

If you give it to him, he will eat it.

After eating, he continued to lie down.

The little beggar felt sorry for the food. They didn't even have enough to eat.

But it was all wasted by giving it to a dying person.

But the old beggar said that even if he died, he could not be allowed to starve to death.

Help if you can.

........

Wow~

That day, it rained outside again.

Recently, Jiangnan has entered the rainy season.

Listening to the sound of rain outside, Li Changshou coughed violently.

Propping up his body, the scene in his eyes was much clearer than the previous days.

It's just that I still can't straighten my back. If I try even slightly, I will feel severe pain.

The handleless Flying Sword was like a nail, piercing into his body.

If it had been anyone else, he would not have been killed on the spot.

He can't live for more than a few days.

But Li Changshou carried it till now.

These days, he has been trying to relieve the injury with a breathing method he created.

Although the effect is not significant, it can reduce the pain a bit.

However, he didn't know how long he could hold on.

I can't take out the Flying Sword, let alone take it out at the same time.

Will the remaining Sword Qi on the Flying Sword explode directly in my body?

Therefore, the Flying Sword can only be temporarily sealed in the body.

But there is always a little bit of Sword Qi floating in the Flying Sword.

Like a faucet that drips endlessly.

Li Changshou continued to use breathing methods to strangle or assimilate these Sword Qi.

I was tortured to the point of excruciating pain every day.

Li Changshou stretched out his hand to touch the knife covered under the straw mat and let out a long breath.

Closed his eyes again.

Soon after, the little beggar came back singing and counting treasures.

"Put a bamboo board into the street, and there will be good business on both sides of the street.

There is also buying and selling, and there are also pretense and signs.

Gold sign, silver sign.

Hanging up inside and out, I haven’t been here in the past two years..."

This is a trick that everyone knows how to beggar.

Walking down the street, I randomly make up a few words.

If you please others, you will get more money.

"Hey, it's strange for you to say that since you came, our luck has become better.

These days, you can always get a lot of money. "

The little beggar seemed to be talking to himself, and no one answered him at all.

He got used to the half-dead man in the corner and continued talking.

"Maybe it's because God won't let you die, so here it is!"

The little beggar placed a package of Medicinal Herbs wrapped in straw paper next to Li Changshou.

“I picked this up at the back door of the pharmacy and asked someone about it.

They are all medicines for treating internal injuries. I don’t know if they will be useful to you.

But treat a dead horse as a live doctor, and you won’t live long anyway. "

Li Changshou raised his head and stretched out his hand to open the tissue paper.

"This is not medicine to treat trauma, but a qi-tonifying soup. I gave it to the old beggar."

The little beggar turned his head in surprise and looked at Li Changshou who spoke.

This was the first time he heard someone speak in these days.

At one point I thought the other person was mute.

At this moment, there was a sound outside.

"Er Gouzi! Er Gouzi!"

When the little beggar heard someone calling him, he immediately put his head out.

It was a beggar of the same age who played well with me. This beggar belonged to another gang.

"what is wrong?"

"Something happened to your old man! He was caught by Grandpa and the others in the north of the city, and they threatened to beat him to death."

The little beggar's expression changed, "How did my old man offend them?"

Grandpa in the north of the city is the leader of beggars in the north of this place.

He is fierce and everyone is afraid of him.

The beggars he brought were not beggars, waiting for others to pity them.

Often armed with a beggar stick, they pick out lonely people.

He approached him and asked for money, but when he didn't give it, he unexpectedly stabbed him in the chest with a stick.

The other person was in pain and subconsciously bent over.

He then moved forward and hit the opponent's cervical spine with another blow.

As the saying goes, a gun is afraid of shaking its head, and a stick is afraid of a point.

When the two sticks were pushed down and the force was increased, the person fainted.

The beggars around him swarmed up to him, plundered each other's belongings and ran away.

This trick works every time.

"I don't know the details, so go and have a look!"

The two beggars ran away quickly.

The rain outside stopped at some point.

Li Changshou climbed up from the straw mat again, bending over and dragging his front feet with his back feet.

Staggering to the door of the ruined temple.

The sun shone on his body, and Li Changshou couldn't open his eyes for a while.

In fact, the sun was already setting at this time.

For a long time, the two beggars, one big and one small, came back.

The sun was not dazzling, but Li Changshou hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

That's why I felt so blinded.

.........

In a broken kiln in the north of the city.

Beggars were coming in and out, and there were more than thirty people in total.

Two beggars, one big and one small, were hung upside down.

Sitting on the stool was an elderly beggar, his grandfather from the north of the city.

Grandpa spat and cursed, "Daddy was about to deceive the boy, but this old gangster stepped in and the duck flew away!"

"I think this old gangster has had enough!"

The beggar on the side gave the old beggar a few hard blows with a stick, which made the old beggar scream.

Stealing children is also a side job of this group of beggars, which is called "picking and cutting" in the world.

It is to artificially create some cripples or "monsters", using this as a guise to win the sympathy of the world, and obtain a large amount of money from passers-by.

Mainly for younger children, similar techniques include offering bitter meat (hands and feet pretending to be abscesses and poisonous sores).

Laiguan (paralyzed man), Guofengzhaozi (blind man)

"Grandpa, what should I do?"

"If the little one is crippled, fill in the gaps."

"The big one will also break his other leg and let him fend for himself."