That night, in the slums of the imperial capital, there was a beggar child wearing a steel helmet, one hand and one foot were brutally broken, curled up in an inconspicuous corner, unnoticed, as if because his body was too weak, so he lay quietly in that corner and slept for a night.

Until he woke up the next day, Zhang Zihong felt that his lips were dry, his hands and feet were not felt at all, he wanted to support his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't move, and he hadn't eaten, Zhang Zihong felt as if he was going to die.

"Stinky beggar, get out of here!"

Suddenly, a noble child led a beast pet and walked over from the side, saw Zhang Zihong's dirty appearance, couldn't help cursing, and then kicked Zhang Zihong in the chest, kicking Zhang Zihong nearly two meters away.

"Dirty my shoes!" The aristocratic child looked at the stains on his feet and spat at Zhang Zihong very angrily.

"I ...... I ...... "The whole body was in severe pain, Zhang Zihong wanted to say something, but the pain in his body, coupled with the fact that he had not eaten or drunk for a day, and was only a teenager, had almost reached the limit of his body.

He didn't know the noble kid, but he knew the clothes that the noble kid was wearing, it was the clothes of the noble class of the Red Emperor Academy, and he also had one, but he was expelled because he broke the legs of one of the other classmates.

"Dangdang"

Just when Zhang Zihong was desperate, suddenly a kind civilian girl threw two steel hammers in front of Zhang Zihong: "Take it and buy food!"

"I ......" Zhang Zihong stretched out his only right hand that could move, saying that he could move, but he only raised it slightly, he looked at the civilian girl with difficulty, wanting her to save himself.

"Isn't it enough?" the civilian girl wondered.

"Uh......" The pain in his whole body could only make Zhang Zihong snort in pain, and he couldn't speak at all, at this time, he hoped that it was just a dream in front of him, a nightmare, he had never been to Luoshui City, and he hadn't met that demonic man......

"But I don't have much, and if I give it to you, I won't be able to eat today. The civilian girl spread out her hand and only had two coins in her hand, which means that she divided half of the money to Zhang Zihong.

"I ......" Zhang Zihong wanted to tell her that he was the son of the duke, let her send her back to the duke's palace, he must give a lot of money to this girl, he swore that he would give her money that she would never use up in her life.

But the pain in his whole body made him only snort a few times, let alone complete words, even clear words could not be spoken.

"Dead girl, what are you rubbing? Are you still working?" Just when the civilian girl wanted to hear what Zhang Zihong said clearly, the girl's mother's scolding voice came from a distance.

"I'm sorry, I have to go, you can keep these two coins to buy something to eat, and I can't help you much. The girl picked up the coin and put it in the palm of Zhang Zihong's hand, and did not dislike Zhang Zihong for being dirty.

"Hmm......" Zhang Zihong wanted to keep this girl very, very much, telling him that he was the son of the duke, and he was the son of Duke Zhang Xiunan Zhang, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried and how much he wanted to speak, there was no way.

He doesn't want coins, he just wants to talk, he just wants someone else to send him home, he doesn't want to stay here, he's not a beggar!

Zhang Zihong was a little desperate, the coin in his hand was so cold, two one-dollar coins, let alone a one-dollar coin before, even if it was ten yuan or a hundred yuan, Zhang Zihong would not take it to heart.

"Hey, this kid seems to have money in his hands, huh?"

Just when Zhang Zihong rested for a while and dragged his body to a wall, two homeless men came out of nowhere, with dirty hair on their faces, and a broken wine bottle in their hands.

"Yo, there are two more coins!" A homeless man squatted directly in front of Zhang Zihong, directly broke Zhang Zihong's hand, and then directly snatched the two dollars belonging to Zhang Zihong.

It's mine...... My money......

Looking at the two homeless people who suddenly appeared, Zhang Zihong didn't know why, and a burst of fear suddenly welled up in his heart, a certain dusty memory from a long time ago was suddenly unlocked, and the person in the memory and the two homeless people in front of him seemed to overlap together.

"Don't ...... Don't overdo it...... Come...... Don't ......"

Zhang Zihong's weak voice directly stimulated the two homeless men, "Yo, it's still a little bit to listen to the voice?"

"This helmet, is it steel?" another homeless man knocked on the steel helmet on Zhang Zihong's head, "Otherwise, we will pull him off, and the scrap collector should give a few children." ”

The homeless man didn't deliberately stay strong, and Zhang Zihong was dizzy when he knocked it directly, and when he heard the conversation between the two homeless people, Zhang Zihong was a little afraid from the bottom of his heart.

"No...... Don't ......"

But Zhang Zihong's weak voice did not arouse the pity of the two homeless men, the two homeless men studied Zhang Zihong's steel helmet, as if there was no opening, after studying it, a little irritable, simply pulled it out with his hand directly against the steel helmet.

With this pull, the steel helmet once again promoted the blood circulation on Zhang Zihong's face, leaving a stain of blood, which was terrifying.

And this pull, Zhang Zihong couldn't resist anymore and passed out in a coma.

"He... He's not dead, is he?"

"Probably not, right?"

The two homeless men probed Zhang Zihong's snort and felt that there was still breath, but looking at the blood flowing from under the helmet, they couldn't help but be afraid, so they were so frightened that they didn't know where to run, leaving the unconscious Zhang Zihong alone in the corner.

"Hmmm......"

When Zhang Zihong woke up from his coma, he found himself lying in a pit full of straw, and there was a foul smell in the air, but with a hint of fragrance.

"Are you awake?" The old voice came from the side, and Zhang Zihong found that he was sitting next to an old beggar with a white beard, a little muddy hair that had not been taken care of, and something was boiling in front of him.

The foul smell came from this pot of unexplained stew.

"Water ......" Zhang Zihong's thirsty throat was like a knife, so he barely made a word.

"It's... There is!" the old beggar took out a broken jar from the side, and there was a layer of soil deposited at the bottom of the water in the jar, and carefully handed it to Zhang Zihong's mouth.

A very unpalatable taste, mixed with the fishy smell of the earth, but after all, this is long-lost water, Zhang Zihong, who has not entered the water for almost two days, can no longer manage so much, even if the water is very unpleasant, Zhang Zihong still swallows it in small sips.