Gu Chong's expression was gloomy as if he could drip water. He was walking in front, the fourth brother was following behind, and he didn't dare to speak, the two men were one in front of the other, and the silence was tonight's Taihe Bridge.

He would make such a low-level mistake if something happened to the head in the house......

Gu Chongzheng was annoyed, and before he knew it, he came to the main street.

Two days ago, after Gu Chong and the fourth brother had breakfast, they all had a specific destination to go; But there was nowhere to go today, and Gu Chong had something on his mind, so the two of them wandered aimlessly on the street.

This time the world is very different from usual, if you abandon the gods and spirits that they have to go back to face at night, here, it is no different from the real world. Unlike the inner world he had experienced before, except for the specific scenes, the rest of the place was gray.

In the bustling streets, ancient people dressed in satin or coarse cloth came and went. Selling, quarrelling, talking, seeing the flattering expression on the rich man's face, seeing the disgust on the face of Hanako, are all so real and concrete.

There were towering imperial cities and city walls in the distance, and Gu Chong even wondered if he could run all the way to a farther place by renting a carriage.

Floating like a dream, floating like a dream.

A strong sense of time and space distortion arose in Gu Chong's heart.

Even if you don't open the door, you can still live here, right?

"I'm always called Hanako to stand!"

Suddenly, a man shouted and scolded not far ahead, bringing Gu Chong, who was in a trance, back to reality at once.

"Brother Gu, there is a fight ahead."

The fourth brother pulled Gu Chong's clothes behind him, Gu Chong nodded, signaling that he had seen it.

A lean man dressed in linen and coarse cloth with an old man in his hand. The old man was covered with dirty and greasy roads, and the yellow didn't know if it was soaked in oil, or if it was naturally the same color.

The pitiful hair on the top of his head was tied up with a wooden stick, and he looked like a Taoist priest. I don't know if it's pot ash or soot on his face, it's black and gray, he is holding a drawer of buns in his arms, it's hot and steaming, just hold it, and I'm not afraid of being hot.

"I'm always called Hanako, I have to kill you today!"

As he spoke, the vendor raised his hand and hit the dirty old man's body hard, and the old man screamed, but looking at his expression, he didn't feel much pain.

The hawkers were fighting, and the old road was shouting, and the louder and louder they were, and the people on the whole street were basically attracted to it.

"Let's take a look."

Gu Chong and the fourth brother squeezed into the crowd and came to the two of them.

Lao Dao was pressed to the ground, and he still held the drawer of buns and didn't let go.

Gu Chong frowned, not to mention anything else, he is a person from a new society, and such a scene is somewhat uncomfortable to look at.

"Wait."

Suddenly there was a speaker among the people who watched the excitement, and more than a dozen eyes looked at it in unison.

Gu Chong walked out of the encirclement.

The hawker's expression had not yet changed from the ferocity of the beating, and he saw that Gu Chong was dressed up, and he was not a rich man, so he said viciously:

"What? Nosy? ”

Gu Chong glanced at a drawer of buns in Lao Dao's arms and nodded.

"Tell me, how much do you want?"

When he heard that he was going to give money, the hawker's attitude was much gentler. Gurgle got up from Lao Dao's body and patted the dust on his body,

"Even the bun with the cage drawer, fifty wen!"

Gu Chong took out a bunch of money from his arms, coded it out about sixty yuan, and stuffed it into the hawker's hand.

"It's more than enough to compensate you for mental damage."

The peddler didn't know what the mental loss was, and his money was overreported, but he didn't expect this plainly dressed man to be so generous, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Huh! Thank you! ”

I didn't forget to say politely to the old Taoist priest lying on the ground,

"Come back after eating!"

With that, the peddler counted the copper plates in his hand and left. The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, but the old man still lay on the ground, lifted the fence above, grabbed the buns and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

Gu Chong squatted down and looked at the old Taoist priest who was crazy about eating steamed buns.

"Uncle,"

The old Taoist priest didn't look at him, he just cared about eating steamed buns, Gu Chong was not annoyed, and his tone was calm,

"Uncle, was it you who splashed a little girl's feces all over her body yesterday?"

The fourth brother who was listening widened his eyes, looked at the crazy old man on the ground, and then looked at Gu Chong, and then remembered that yesterday, Wu Lan and the others did say that the dung was poured by a crazy old man.

Lao Dao ignored Gu Chong and only cared about eating steamed buns. A drawer of dozens of buns, within a few minutes, was swept away by him.

Lao Dao opened his mouth and burped, a smell of leeks, and Gu Chong, who smoked it, subconsciously turned his head to dodge.

Putting down the cage drawer in his hand, Lao Dao got up from the dirt and stretched the crumpled Taoist robe on his body, he actually swayed like this and wanted to leave directly.

"Huh!"

Gu Chong stretched out his hand and grabbed Lao Dao's wrist, it was dry and thin, he didn't even doubt that as long as he used his strength, he would be able to break this wrist.

"Uncle, you haven't answered my question yet?"

"Little Offspring,"

Lao Dao spoke, compared with his sloppy appearance, his voice was unusually good, like the deep bell of an ancient temple, and he felt inexplicably distant.

"Was it the feces you spilled yesterday?"

"You already have an answer to this question, so why bother?"

"Why?"

"Hahahahahahaha

Listening to Gu Chong's words, Lao Dao looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had heard some joke.

"Do whatever you want."

What a big breath.

Gu Chong instinctively felt that he knew something, and he didn't want to let him go more and more. Just as he was about to speak, the voice of the Taoist priest came faintly from the front:

"In the next life, the poor Dao misses you with a good heart, and I will say a word to you."

"If anyone calls you by name, never say yes, even if he knows you and has fellowship with you."

"If you don't agree, there is still a way, if you agree, Da Luo Jinxian can't save it."

Can't you agree to a name?

Gu Chong was about to ask in more detail, but suddenly felt a slip in his hand, as if a loach had slipped out of his hand. After another reaction, Lao Dao had already gone to the front.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a chrysanthemum, hahahahahahahaha

"The ghost enters, the ghost extinguishes the lamp, the ghost door is wide open, it can't be saved, it can't be saved-"

"The hell is wide open—"

I don't know what to say in my mouth, and the figure of Lao Dao disappeared around the corner.

Gu Chong, who was left in place with a confused face, and the fourth brother.

"Brother Gu, what do you mean by that?"

Gu Chong looked at the corner and shook his head. But what the crazy old man said to him when he was leaving, he could go to his heart.

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