The east of the city is chaotic and dirty, not a hard life, and usually unwilling to go this way. It is said that there are poor people living here, and homeless homeless people, but it is good. During the day, it is deserted, but at night, it is a different kind of activity. Those nights elsewhere always have to come back to add some more talk to the east of the city than nothing.

The people who do hard labor pour night incense, and they are quite "decent" people here in the east of the city, and they have a hard life, which is good, but the palms of the hands are facing down, and they can still straighten their waists when they return home. Be frugal in food and clothing, but the money is earned by yourself, and you can use it with peace of mind. And such a person knows where his next meal is, and he has a hope. It is completely different from those who are precarious. Although they both live in the east of the city, there is no intersection between the two, and even if they look up and meet them every day, they are treated as if they didn't see them.

These homeless people have formed a special tacit understanding with the original residents, that is, some people make a living by petty theft, and they will never touch the people who originally lived in the east of the city, and if someone comes to check and asks the residents in the east of the city, the residents in the east of the city will also not know anything.

It's ridiculous and sad, even if it's for food, it's going to be divided into three, six, nine, and so on. The previous document said that in order to prolong his life, Master Tong chose a way to harvest and reinvent the pill, but the harvesting and cutting not only includes the technique of killing people and alchemy. Those traffickers abducted and sold young children and women, cut off their tongues and gouged out their eyes at discounts, and threw them on the street to ask for food in order to sell them miserably.

But even such a tragic phenomenon is not the lowest level. What does Hanako look like at the bottom? Those who organize to ask for food are the hardest to live. From here to here, it is the place where this person asks for food, and from here to there, it is the place where the other group asks for food, and they cannot cross each other. Those who don't have a partner can't do it anywhere. Not to mention eating, as soon as he knelt on the ground, someone came to pick him up, and he was definitely not allowed to live in peace. In this way, they will either leave, or most of them will starve to death, freeze to death, and even worse, they will be beaten to death by those who eat black rice.

There is only one thing, such a solar term, if you really live in the "sky-high mansion", it will really kill people. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is getting thicker and thicker, and if there are no tiles to cover your head and you can't make a fire to keep warm, tomorrow there will be one more "lying down" on the street. There are the most abandoned grass embryo houses in the east of the city, and no one cares about them, so they naturally become the residence of the homeless. Even those who make black money don't say that they have a plot in this matter. If you earn this kind of money, you really don't plan to accumulate virtue at all, and you can't keep the people under your hands at all. This can be regarded as leaving a glimmer of life for those who may die at any time.

As the night darkens, the popularity of the eastern part of the city fades. A dozen people were crammed into one room, curled up like frightened quails, burying themselves in haystacks, trying to keep the little bit of heat they had. The fire that burned in the middle of the earth, swaying, half-dead. The scene in this room is like that of many other ownerless grass houses in the east of the city.

A gust of wind blew, pouring a few snowflakes into the house, and a few of them felt cold, and in their sleep, they unconsciously shrunk their necks. Only a young beggar opened his eyes in a daze, but he saw that the door had opened a crack at some point, and the cold wind was pouring in.

Although he didn't want to, he had to get up and close the door. If the wind blows and causes a disease, it will really kill you.

Just as he reached the door, a large, calloused hand suddenly reached out, grabbed his throat, and pinched the scream that would have been made into his chest. The little beggar was so pinched that he couldn't breathe, and his hands grabbed his neck, and he used all his strength to break it. But after all, he is a beggar who can't even eat, and the other party's strength is surprisingly great, no matter how hard he struggles, he can't shake off the other party's pincers.

The man outside the door seemed to be amused by the little beggar's struggle, and sneered, and grabbed the little beggar by the neck like a little chicken, and carried him out of the house. Finally, he gently closed the door.

When he went out, the man seemed to be afraid that the little beggar would die like this, so he let go of his hand and threw him on the ground. The little beggar fell on his knees on the snow, breathing desperately with his mouth wide open, and his bloodshot eyes, which were bulging out of the face with fright, looked like a fish on the shore.

The people who came didn't have the heart to play tricks on the little beggar. So the man took the little beggar's clothes, carried him in his hand as if he were carrying a dead fish, and walked away. The little beggar didn't know what this man was going to do, but he was afraid. He tore his throat open, intending to shout loudly, to make a noise to wake up others. He didn't know what he could do if he shouted out, but he was just a little beggar, who would lend a hand? But even if he tried his best, he could only make an extremely faint sound from his throat, and was even easily muffled by the footsteps of people stepping on the snow.

It was so dark and snowing that there was no moon in sight. The little beggar couldn't see clearly who was carrying him in his hands. Who is this man? Is it Jia Laofu who sells tofu? I just stole a few pieces of tofu, as for the trouble in the middle of the night? What about the people of the Han family? I ate the old beggar who stole the Han family's chicken. Although it was just a chicken head, who can guarantee that the Han family doesn't know? Didn't they all find the east of the city?

The little beggar has also been beaten for stealing, but he was only beaten, after all, not everyone wants to kill people for something, it is just a lesson. What really scared the little beggar was that this person didn't seem to be going to beat him, so what was he going to do?

When he walked to a more desolate place, where there was not even a grass house, the man threw the little beggar under a tree, took out a piece of fire, blew it up, and shook it in front of the little beggar's eyes. The little beggar's eyes unconsciously followed the soybean-sized fire on the fire fold, but finally fell on the other party's face - through this faint firelight, he finally saw the other party's appearance clearly.

The man had high cheekbones, triangular eyes, broombrow eyebrows, a scruffy beard, a dogskin hat buttoned over his head, and a large heavy cotton jacket wrapped around his body. The little beggar confirmed that this man was not the one he had assumed before, but one he did not know at all.

He is not an outsider, it is Jiao En, who Huzi and Zhao Shankun chased and lost.

Jiao En squatted in front of the little beggar, stroked his head with his hand, and spoke softly: "What a poor child, it's only twelve or thirteen when you look at it, right?" What's your name, child? How old is this year? ”

The child was stared at by Jiao En, snot and tears came down together, shaking like chaff, but he still didn't dare not answer Jiao En's words. has been on the street since he was a child, and he knows that if he doesn't answer or ask for mercy, it may be even worse. The little beggar struggled to open his mouth, but found that he could speak: "I...... I don't have a name, they all call me Little Yoyo, I'm twelve. ”

"Twelve...... Little yo-yo," Jiao En sighed, "Poor, how thin have you become?" Children who don't have a home, they can't eat, they can't wear warm clothes, and they have to be looked down upon, it's really hard to live this life...... Bitter! ”

The little beggar didn't dare to speak, and cried very quietly, for fear of upsetting the other party. Jiao En continued to caress the top of the little beggar's head, and whispered softly: "Child, have you ever heard of the phrase 'life and death are destined for wealth in the sky'?" Human destiny is destined, you may have created some sin in your previous life, and you have to suffer and suffer in this world in order to atone for your sins. Don't worry, I'll let you not suffer in a while, I remember you, I can remember, your name is Xiao Yoyo, twelve. ”

No matter how well-informed Xiao Yoyo is, he is still a child after all, he really can't think of what Jiao En is going to do, the more he thinks about it, the more afraid he becomes, and finally he cries loudly: "Uncle! Don't cripple me! I...... I will work under you in the future, I don't dare to steal, I will give you the money I want to come, you don't have to cripple me and ask for money, I will ask for money, uncle! Uncle, I beg you to spare me, uncle! ”

"Oops! Don't be afraid, kid, it's not good to eat if you're scared. Jiao En gently wiped the tears from the little beggar's face, and still comforted softly, "After being scared, it's sour, it's really not delicious." ”

The little beggar was stunned at this moment, he was not stupid, he knew what Jiao En was talking about, but he couldn't believe it!

Jiao En shook the little beggar in front of the little beggar with a little bit of fire, and sighed: "You said you are so smart...... Why are you so smart? Forget it, let me help you out. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Jiao En opened his mouth widely, and something like some kind of snake popped out of his throat, the tip of which was split into three petals, and it was tightly clasped around the little beggar's neck! The little beggar grabbed the snake-like thing and made a "clucking" sound from his mouth, but nothing else could be done. A stream of blood slowly flowed down the wound on the little beggar's neck, but before it could reach the inside of the clothes, it was frozen by the wind.

"Phew! Wicked, helper! A loud shout sounded on the side, and a knife light slashed down from top to bottom, slashing at the "tongue" that connected Jiao En and the little beggar's neck!

Jiao En hurriedly withdrew his "tongue" and rolled on the ground, giving way to the knife. He stood up again, and opened his posture with both hands into claws.

Huzi raised his knife flat and stopped between Jiao En and the little beggar.

"How's that kid?" Huzi asked behind him.

Zhao Shankun probed the pulse of the little beggar's snort, checked the wound again, and found that there was only a small amount of blood, oozing out of the wound, and finally he could only slowly stroking the little beggar's eyes, gritting his teeth and replying to Huzi: "Senior brother, we are a step too late, and the person has already left." ”

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