- I love death because I was born lonely.

Chapter I

Sam Bao walked through the stinking streets and alleys as usual, habitually walking all the way in the shadows of dilapidated houses, like a timid wild cat. He bowed his head and remained silent, dodging the fresh phlegm and **** on the dirty road.

The last autumn rain had just passed, and a cold aura permeated the sky over this desperate town.

A cold wind blew in his face, and he wrapped his old dark gray coat even tighter. But two buttons on the neckline fell off, and there was still a cold wind pouring in down the neck.

"Bastard," he whispered, cursing the damn weather, as he happened to walk past a few thugs who were lounging on the side of the road.

"Hey, big fool Yang," one of the thugs shouted.

Sambo hesitated and stopped, turning back cautiously, with a little fear in his eyes.

"What did you just say," the thug stared at him viciously.

"I, no, it's cold......" Sanbao replied tremblingly, but his steps couldn't help but step back.

"Get out" the thug cursed, flicking the burning cigarette butt in his hand and almost jumping in his face.

Sambo nodded in a panic and turned around, bowing his head and rushing quickly into the shadows, as if only there he would feel safe and dependent. Seeing Yang Sanbao fleeing in the wilderness, several thugs burst out laughing.

"Remember, this fool is unlucky, it's okay to stay away from him." The gangster who had led the provocation just now spoke earnestly to the attendants around him.

"What's the matter, Brother Tiger, are you still afraid of him" The little attendant asked cautiously.

"That's a psychopath, no father, no mother, even the soul is gone, I heard others say, many people have seen him talk to ****** air, big night, you say it's scary."

"****, really fake" The two little followers laughed unconsciously.

"Ghost knows" Brother Tiger watched Yang Sanbao's figure disappear into the corner not far away, his throat felt itchy, and a mouthful of thick phlegm broke through the cold autumn wind, swirled, and fell into the shadow of Sanbao's eternal love.

After what happened just now, Sambo's morning difficulties all dissipated. He lowered his head and closed his mouth even tighter, for fear of getting into trouble again as he had just done.

Everyone in this ruined town knew him, but everyone seemed to dislike him, and he hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, if that was what he had just called, except for the cursing of his adoptive parents.

At this time, his afterglow swept something, he slowly stopped, looking at the ruins of only a few pillars demolished next to him, he still remembered that this was Uncle Wang's house, and he had eaten rare meat dishes at Uncle Wang's house a few times. Uncle Wang is a kind person, but he can't resist the temptation of money, he was lucky to be selected for the demolition, and the family left the place after receiving an unknown amount of demolition money.

Sambo took back his memories for the time being, and he saw a red banner hanging diagonally on the brick wall, and a line of awkward slogans was eye-catching and dazzling.

"Huimin housing, unconditional support for demolition and transformation, Hongfu Tai'an Group 10,000 housing urban reconstruction project phase I started."

The inferior red cloth was wet from last night's rain, and the red watermark ran down the cracked wall skin to the ground.

Boredomed, Sambo was about to leave the dilapidated place, when he suddenly found a water-soaked migrant worker huddled in the dark shadow of the corner, wearing an old red hard hat with a cracked opening, looking at the ground with a bloodless face.

"Master" Sanbao greeted enthusiastically. The man was silent, but slowly raised his head and looked sadly at the melancholy young man.

Sanbao found that the eyes of this migrant worker were a little strange, there seemed to be no whites of the eyes, the eyes were all filled with black pupils, and the normal blood color was almost invisible on the face, he and Sanbao looked at each other for a moment, and buried their heads deeply between their legs, and their bodies trembled slightly.

Sambo was about to walk over when he suddenly startled him with a loud shout. "What are you doing" A man with an armband walked behind him, who seemed to be a security guard at the construction site.

"This is a construction site, it's not safe, stay away" The security guard looked at him in annoyance and waved him to leave.

"There's a ......," Sambo pointed with his finger, and when he looked back, he found that the sad man was gone.

The Three Treasures retreated with interest and left here. He was used to this kind of thing, he knew that the same thing would happen over and over again, but no one would believe what he had encountered, he was a neurotic who always talked to the air in the eyes of everyone, but only he knew that it was not an illusion of air.

It's all so real, he's a man who can see the soul.

When he was 5 years old, a muck truck flipped after hanging over a power line on the street, and it happened that Sanbao, who was passing by, unfortunately walked into the arc area formed by the power line touching the ground. Before fainting, he still remembered the screams of his classmates in his ears, the sporadic cremation floating in front of his eyes, and then he didn't know anything.

Perhaps because of excessive fright or electric shock injury, the originally smart and clever Sambo became silent, and his family often saw the young Sambo talking into the air. The doctor diagnosed Sam Bao with mild depression and hysteria. And the Sanbao family seems to have been targeted by bad luck because of this accident, and when his father, who was out to work, was hit by the lumbar spine of the house that rolled down the stairs when he was helping people move, he died not long after.

Sambo's mother struggled to live alone with Sambo, depressed, sad, and resentful filled this woman's heart. Finally, when Sam Bao was 10 years old, on an ordinary afternoon, Sam Bao's mother suddenly ran away from home and was never heard from again.

Sanbao's family was already destitute, and now without the care of his parents, Sanbao roams the streets of the town like a wild dog during the day, and only goes home to sleep at night.

Not long after, the old house in disrepair collapsed in half after a heavy rainstorm, and Sambo only found his father's portrait and a few quilts from the rubble, after which he began his begging career in the town every day with his father's portrait in his arms.

He has eaten from every house in the town, worn the clothes of every house, and received the white eyes and pity of everyone.

Seeing that this poor child had no one to take care of, and there was not even a relative around him, under the arrangement and coordination of the street office and the district orphanage, Sanbao settled in the current adoptive parents' house, and finally went to school, but when the adoptive parents found out about Sanbao's grotesque behavior, the whole family stayed away from him, after all, there was such a monster in the family who always talked to the air, and everyone panicked.

Rumors and rumors spread to ten, and rumors and rumors spread along with the Three Treasures. He has also become a broom star that everyone is tired of in this gradually deserted town, but it is the god woman Wang Dahua who comes from the northeast who lives by jumping the great god and always wants to accept the three treasures as a disciple.

After graduating from secondary school, Sanbao, who was idle, went several times, but soon this goddess named Wang Dahua fled here in a hurry one night. That night, everyone in the street could hear her panicked and frightened shouts. I heard that someone who dared to go into the house to look, and found that the three treasures were suspended in the dim living room as if they were being held up by something......

After all, rumors are rumors, but Wang Dahua, who makes money by telling fortunes and dancing gods, has met the true god this time. This plague god is Yang Sanbao.

Since then, Sambo's adoptive parents have been even more unkind to him, and even meals have been arranged for him alone, and Sambo endured all this.

He was as lonely and helpless as a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, as unheeded as a stone in a stinking ditch, he didn't know where he was going, he was used to being submissive, he was used to being despised. Accustomed to fending for itself.

He believed that sooner or later, he would follow his father and mother as insignificant as an ant, so that they could be reunited in that world again.

He was looking forward to the day.

To be continued