It's a pity that Duan He didn't see this scene, otherwise he would definitely have to think about what kind of person he met.

The beggar who had been scolded away staggered in a mess, waiting for his fate, perhaps only death.

Everyone is born different, and people do not have the right to choose their own life. There are only a few people who can really change their lives. Just like this beggar, he has been a beggar all his life. Now it looks like he's going to leave this world forever with this identity.

Back in his room, Duan He sat down and continued to nibble on the cooking cake he had just brought back.

This cookcake is a little different from what I used to eat, there are a lot of fillings in the cookcake here, and most of the ones I have eaten in the past are filled with noodles. It is also a blessing to be able to eat it in such an environment.

The room where Duan He lived had been cleaned up by him, but there was still a smell of wanting to sneeze everywhere. Duan He shook his head, he cherished this night. There was no turning back from the bow, and now was the only time he could rest.

So half of the cooking cake was eaten by Duan He, and the remaining half was to be kept for tomorrow. The current Duan He doesn't look like a hero, but like a person in distress. After putting away the cooking cakes, Duan He lay down.

This lying down is a big sleep. After three days of driving, the iron man also had to take a nap. He still has a weak sense of consciousness that allows him to get up at any time when he is in danger.

Therefore, most of the heroes in the rivers and lakes are tragic. While the common people were able to sleep peacefully, most of them had to be wary of any enemy that might come their way.

Downstairs, the door was pushed open.

In came the rickety beggar, whose right leg was rotten, and which was why he walked so slowly. Some of the upper part of the right leg had healed, and some of it was new. Now there is chaos here, and if you can't get something, you have to steal. And if this steal is discovered, it can only be beaten. Being able to leave this life is already considered merciful to others, otherwise if you are beaten to death, you will be beaten to death.

This right leg has brought a lot of trouble to the beggar. For example, when the beggar still had some spare money, he went to live in a chicken feather shop. The chicken feather shop is one of those big shops, a huge wooden board with chicken feathers all stained on it, so that it can be warmer when you sleep in winter. The beggar went at that time, but the injured right leg was stained with some chicken feathers, and the shopkeeper beat him for an hour, saying that he wanted to take the chicken feathers away.

When these things come to mind, the beggar can only sigh. He lives to live. The so-called goals and hopes of life disappeared when he was very young.

So, there is no point in living for many people. They were just afraid of death, and maybe they would be happier if someone could come and stab them.

This little beggar had such an idea that he found a corner on the first floor and curled up.

In fact, the little beggar has lived here for a few days, just because of his own reasons, or pessimism. In short, he never went up to the second floor. Sometimes at night he could hear some footsteps, and he could also hear some scolding. Sometimes, you can even hear women's voices and fierce shouts of men and women. But he didn't care about any of that, and as long as no one kicked him out, he would continue to curl up until he woke up.

That night, after the little beggar fell asleep, there was indeed another person in the house. This time it was louder than usual, and it sounded booming, like a horse wandering outside.

The little beggar was startled and sat up. The sound is loud, but fortunately it's really the sound from the outside.

The first floor was still quiet, and the little beggar relieved himself and prepared to sleep.

Even in the dark night, all this still can't escape Duan He's eyes.

Of course Duan He woke up, such a sound, even ordinary people would be awakened, not to mention Duan He, who had been carrying his heart.

When he came downstairs, he saw the little beggar downstairs. He could pay attention to the man's movements, but he couldn't see the man's outline.

"Who are you?" Duan He said.

The little beggar was startled, he didn't expect there to be anyone else here. Hurriedly got up, subconsciously hugged his head, and said: "Shopkeeper, I was wrong, I just have nowhere to go, I'll go, I'll go." ”

After that, the little beggar didn't explain anything, but got up and prepared to leave.

Duan He hurriedly got up and down and went directly to the little beggar.

Duan He's face was full of righteousness, and those very good-looking eyes were still dazzling at night. When the little beggar saw this face, he was silent at first.

It wasn't the face of a bad man, at least, not one that would go against a little beggar like him.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Duan He asked.

The beggar trembled and told him about his situation. Duan He understood that this was a poor person. Now the disturbances outside have nothing to do with him.

"Have you eaten?" Duan He asked.

The beggar shook his head, very resolutely.

He could hear that Duan He's words were a little pitiful for him, as long as he was a good person, he would pounce on him with all his heart. As long as you pretend to be pitiful, of course, you can get a lot of food.

Sure enough, Duan He sighed and took out the remaining half of the cooking cake from his arms.

"It's a pity, if it had been before, I would have helped you. Now I am also penniless, this half of the cake is left over from my lunch, if you don't dislike it, eat it. ”

With that, Duan He handed the cooking cake to the beggar.

The beggar was so excited that he picked up the cake and took a big bite on it.

At such a time, there is no dignity at all. Staying alive is the only thing they can think about.

So the cake was bitten several times in a row, and soon it was swallowed by the beggars. The beggar hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and the meat filling inside brought tears to his eyes, but his eyes had changed.

This one asked, and he was somewhat familiar.

"Benefactor, where did you get this cookcake?" The beggar asked.

"What's the matter, isn't there enough to eat?" Duan He asked.

"No, it's just a benefactor, did you make this cake yourself?" The beggar asked again.

Duan He was curious about where such a beggar had come from to ask so many questions, but out of respect, he still told the beggar where he had obtained the cooking cakes.

Fear was written on the beggar's face, and he trembled and said; "Benefactor, his cooking cake is not a good cooking cake."

"How?"

"It's stuffed with human flesh."

Duan He was surprised by this answer, but when he looked at the beggar, his eyes were full of sincerity.

"I've eaten human flesh, it's sour, it's not delicious. We had many beggars together, and if anyone died, or was sick, we strangled him, and then..."

The beggar didn't say any more, and Duan He obviously understood everything.

Duan He's heart was screaming, what did he do.

(End of chapter)

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