The clothes are well-worn, not smelly, and clean, which is enough for the vast majority of people to make a choice.

But intellectually, he can only choose the bum.

First of all, the body was not found, and there would be no riots after the resurrection.

Secondly, a homeless person will not be very familiar to others, and it is not easy to cause trouble.

If you choose that servant, the devil knows how he was killed?

When he is resurrected, I am afraid that the two servants who dug the pit will have to beat him to death.

Corpse deceit! If they dare enough.

Zhou Mingyue manipulated the split soul body and pounced towards the homeless corpse.

The next moment, his vision became pitch black, his mouth and nose were blocked, making him feel extremely suffocated, and the most terrible thing was that his body felt very numb and unable to move!

What kind of corpse is this, you won't just take it and drown again, right?

Zhou Mingyue didn't want the soul body he had worked so hard to divide to be lost, so he was in a hurry, and as soon as he supported the ground with both hands, his whole body rolled up, and then he crashed into the wall opposite the gutter and stopped.

While he still had some strength, Zhou Mingyue turned over and vomited for a while, and he didn't know what he vomited.

A foul smell that fills the nostrils.

He felt like he might be spitting out all the bile, but he couldn't see clearly, and the mud was muddy and his eyes were smudged.

He vomited for a long time, and his stomach was empty before he stopped, but as soon as he stopped, the disgusting smell of the vomit mixed with the gutter mud made him retch.

Fortunately, at this moment, a male voice rang out: "I'm going to kill you, Mister, what did you vomit on the wall of my house?!! ”

Then the owner of the voice left, and not long after, the voice returned, and then Zhou Mingyue felt a basin of water poured on his head.

Well, in fact, it should be someone who is washing their own walls, but Zhou Mingyue's head rests on it, and they are washed together.

After several basins of water in a row, the walls were probably clean, and Zhou Mingyue took advantage of the water splashing to rub his eyes, and although his eyes were still a little stinging, he could see more or less clearly.

The man who threw water at him was relatively short, wearing shabby linen clothes, but relatively clean, and should be considered a middle-class net worth in the town.

After all, when he was over this town, he had seen a lot of the situation in this town.

The richest family has a residential area of more than thirty acres alone!

In a modern city, that's at least the foundation of two office buildings!

There is no doubt that the poorest are the homeless.

The man in front of him is the man in front of him, the house is small, there are no new clothes, he either helps the big landlord to farm the land, or he works as a young man in the shops in the town, etc., after all, there is a way to live, much better than the homeless man Mister, who eats the last meal and does not eat the next meal.

The key family has a house, although it is a little smaller.

Well, no matter where you are, having a house is a notch higher than not having one.

Recalling the situation before he crossed over, he had no house or car, and was looked down upon by his girlfriend, Zhou Mingyue felt sad.

But in an instant, the remnants of the homeless man's body began to flood into his mind, causing him to freeze in place.

No, although the residual memories of this homeless man are much less than those of the god Flor, but for the division of the soul body, it is not less.

This kind of memory rush can easily lead to his inability to control his body.

Seeing Zhou Mingyue stunned there, the short man sighed, shook his head, turned around and went back to the house, and after a while, he took out two foods from the house that were somewhat similar to steamed buns, and handed them to Zhou Mingyue: "Take it, find a job in the future, don't be idle for a day, I heard that the Mester people are about to fight, the big leader is going to recruit soldiers, and the first wave is you homeless." ”

Zhou Mingyue took the steamed bun a little stupidly, and the short man didn't continue to say anything, turned around and went back to the house, and closed the door.

Well, people are already benevolent and righteous.

After all, in the face of a lazy homeless man, he is willing to take out food, which is already considered kindness, and people give advice.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Mingyue came back to his senses from the washing of residual memories, and immediately felt that his stomach was empty after vomiting, and his hunger was unbearable, although the two steamed buns in his hands were already cold, they were so tempting.

couldn't hold back, he immediately took two bites and quickly stuffed all the steamed buns into his stomach.

Looking at the place where he vomited before, Zhou Mingyue was a little nauseated, where did he dare to stay here, and then walked a way, changed positions, and sat down against the wall.

Two steamed buns weren't enough to fill an empty stomach, but at least they wouldn't make him uncomfortable.

Then he began to sort out the remaining memories he had absorbed.

To say that this homeless man is not as simple as Zhou Mingyue sees, he used to go out for many years, fought wars, and then went to business everywhere, and he can be regarded as well-informed in this town, but something happened, his family property was ruined, and he had to return to his hometown, and finally became a homeless man.

The homeless man's name is Kirbis.

In Kirbis's memory, this world is a strange body that mixes part technological civilization and part magic civilization.

The armies of this world use arquebuses, which are very backward in Zhou Mingyue's opinion, and there are no artillery, let alone missiles.

However, due to the fact that the arquebus is engraved with some magical inscriptions, it is much more powerful than the arquebus that has ever appeared on the earth.

The arquebus used by Kirbis can only be considered inferior, but the range of this inferior product has reached more than 100 meters!

Well, the political system of this world is more like a city-state system, there are eight cities, each of which is not subordinate to each other, the supreme ruler of the city is called the Grand Chief, and below the city are various towns of various sizes.

Arquebuses, as well as many industrial goods, can only be produced in cities.

Those towns basically provide raw materials, food and other primary materials to the city.

Therefore, the main contradiction between cities is to compete for these towns under their command in order to strengthen their own strength.

If you have to make a comparison, in Zhou Mingyue's eyes, the level of civilization at this time is almost similar to the late Age of Discovery on Earth.

The rudiments of industry have emerged, the city has a large number of skilled craftsmen, can use metal to make some daily necessities, mining is relatively developed, and so on.

Of course, Zhou Mingyue sorted out Kirbis's residual memories and found that the highest crystallization of this world's science and technology turned out to be the arquebus, in addition, those beautifully made metal kettles and various daily necessities are secondary products.

In addition, it is very good at imprinting various magical inscriptions on items to produce corresponding magical effects.