Volume 2 The Past Is Like the Wind Chapter 18 Different Methods of Killing (Part II)

The two gradually walked away, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Eventually, the old beggar, who had not had enough to eat lunch, sat on the dry and hard ground of the Gobi, gasping for breath, and holding the bag with his head in his arms.

Only then did the old beggar begin to look squarely at the package in his hand.

He looked at the package in his hand, and then at the money bag on the waist of the boy who was standing not far away.

Suddenly, like a basin of cold water poured on his head, he was cold all over, because he couldn't imagine how a money bag that was only a little bigger than a fist could contain a pile of money that was piled up bigger than his head.

The old beggar jumped up from the ground violently, his fatigue had disappeared by three points, and more and more flaws flashed in his mind.

Why would a weak, lame boy leave the city so far?

How could the boy not notice the coin after so long?

Sometimes people are like that, they are blindfolded by a certain temptation, they are caught in it, and they are always willing to break away from it when it is too late.

The boy had not moved since the old beggar sat on the ground, and stood there silently.

It's just that at this moment, his body can pierce the sky, and his foot is no longer lame, his feet are standing on the ground, like green pine, and the tense muscles on his legs seem to burst out with amazing strength at any time.

The boy violently ripped off the green clothes, and a large pile of copper coins suddenly fell from his body.

The Tsing Yi spread on the ground answered the old beggar's doubts, it turned out that the upper part of the money bag was sewn together with Tsing Yi, and it was connected to the inside of the clothes.

If the copper coins in the pouch are gone, the copper plate in the clothes will follow the passage into the pouch and fall to the ground.

The old beggar threw the package on the ground, took a few steps back in fright, and then turned and ran, for he saw the knife that the boy had tied to his left arm, the blade that reflected a blue glimmer in the afternoon sun.

The boy ate a lot in the morning, the second time in all these years that he had eaten so much, and he liked the feeling of being full because it gave him a lot of motivation.

He has also been walking slowly on the road, so he has preserved most of his physical strength. Unlike the old beggar, he didn't eat a few bites of lunch at all, and kept bending down and getting up on the road......

At this moment, without the weight of the copper plate on his body, the boy who was driven by extreme hatred rushed like a cloud of green smoke on the vast Gobi.

Like the graceful steed, it straddles the uneven ground and chases the swaying old beggar in front of him.

One foot was in front of the old beggar and threw the old beggar four or five meters away.

The old beggar screamed in terror, like a marmot caught and screaming in the Gobi Desert.

The blade was against the old beggar's neck, and even the warm sunlight could not dispel the cold on the blade.

The old beggar was like a drowning man who fell into the icy water in the cold winter and couldn't breathe, gasping for breath quickly and briefly.

But colder than the blade was the boy's voice, which seemed to have caused a blizzard in the old beggar's ears.

The boy said coldly: "Put your hands together, palms up." ”

"Let it go...... Leave me alone......" The old beggar's dirty face seemed to turn pale.

The boy reminded in a cold voice again: "Put your hands together, palms up!"

The old beggar did not dare to slack off any longer, and hastened to do so.

With his hands together and his palms facing up, he seemed to be begging from the boy, but at this time, it was his own life that was begging!

Suddenly, the boy glared behind the old beggar as if there was some man-eating monster behind him.

The extremely nervous old beggar involuntarily looked behind him, and when he turned around, the young man's blade had already broken the tendons on his hands.

His palms drooped and he couldn't move anymore.

The old beggar's eyes were even more frightened, and he was terrified when he saw the blood slowly flowing from his hands.

Yes, the boy bought a medical book, which is a medical book dedicated to introducing the muscles and bones and acupuncture points on the human body, and there is a picture on it, a detailed diagram of the muscles and bones of the human body.

The boy took out two packets of good wound medicine and two bandaging cloths from the inside of his shirt.

He carefully and gently bandaged the old beggar's bleeding arm, as if he were bandaging himself.

The old beggar was a little puzzled, but more frightened.

The boy whispered, "Follow me, don't get lost." ”

But the old beggar sat on the ground and could not afford it, and he knew that if he was taken by the boy, he would have to eat good fruit.

The boy said lightly: "If you don't keep up with me, I'm afraid the wolves here won't waste any piece of meat on your body like you waste steamed buns." ”

The old beggar is finally afraid, and people like this who have no years to live are even more afraid of death.

People are like this, the closer they are to death, the more afraid they are of death, but they never think of facing and accepting it calmly. Of course, it is not as easy as it sounds, after all, there are very few people who regard death as home.

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"Quack, quack, quack......"

In the deserted villages and towns, a few crows squatted on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, which had long since died, and made a piercing and ugly cry.

It seems that the people here have moved out recently, and the houses are relatively well preserved.

At the top of the ramp, a courtyard more imposing than the rest of the yard sits there.

A thick layer of dust accumulates in the courtyard, covering the original bluestone slabs underfoot. There are four rooms in the courtyard, two of which have collapsed, and the two rooms that are intact are covered with cobwebs.

The boy ordered the old beggar to stand still, and then went to the well, where there was still some water, and in front of the old beggar, pulled up the rope for drawing water.

The rope was only half-cut, and a large package was tied to the top. The boy untied the large package, and then carried it and drove the old beggar into one of the intact rooms.

Inside, on the wall facing the door, there are several iron cables, each with a loop at the top.

The boy rested the package in his hand on the ground, then grabbed the old beggar by the collar and pushed him towards the wall.

The old beggar was afraid, and he knew that the boy was going to lock him to that wall, and he lay on the ground, refusing to move or get up.

The boy grabbed the old beggar by the back collar and dragged him towards the wall, but he tore his collar too hard.

The old beggar wept and pleaded, as if the wall was not a wall to him, but a Shura hell.

The boy tore the old beggar's hair like withered grass with both hands and pulled him against the wall as if he were desperate.

The stinging pain in his head made the old beggar struggle even more violently, and his feet hooked on the tables, chairs and benches that were scattered around the room, and pulled them over, smashing them to pieces on the ground.

"Come here!" the boy roared, and with a sharp tug, he tore off the old beggar's hair.

"Ahh

The old beggar cried out.

The boy pulled the old beggar's hair again, but this time the boy pulled his hair slowly, so that it would not leave his scalp.

The pain in his scalp was so severe that the old beggar did not dare to hook anything with his foot anymore, and had to be ripped off the wall by the boy.

The boy threw the old beggar under the wall, then grabbed him by one arm, clasped his hand with a rope, hung one of his arms, and then buckled the other arm as well, and finally both feet.

Only then did the old beggar realize that there was a thick blanket under him, the one he had ever dreamed of having in his life.

The boy ignored the old beggar and turned to the large package he had placed on the ground.

He opened the package, and it was actually roast chicken, roast duck, and some raw lamb chops, and then flint, kerosene lamps, and the like.

He brought the roast chicken and duck to the old beggar, then tore off a chicken leg and handed it to the old beggar, motioning for him to eat.

Smelling the tempting fragrance on the chicken legs, the old beggar already secreted saliva in his mouth, but he didn't dare to eat it, so he asked in a pitiful whisper, "Is this my severed head rice?"

The boy looked at the old beggar and said softly, "No, I won't kill you." ”

Hearing this, the old beggar was relieved, and he was already hungry, so he hurriedly bit the chicken leg that the boy was holding and tore the meat on it as much as he could.

The old beggar is such a person, he can spit out a steaming steamed bun without hesitation, but he is absolutely reluctant to spit out a chicken bone that has long been tasteless.

He likes to eat delicious food, and he likes meat the most, because he has never eaten meat properly since middle age, and he usually picks up a chicken bone, and he has to hold it for a long time.

He is an old beggar with ideals, or rather, an old beggar with desires, his greatest desire is to be able to eat a mouthful of meat, and he once swore that if he can eat a mouthful of meat, even if he is told to die immediately, he is willing.

Now, he got his wish, and he not only ate a mouthful of it, but also dozens of bites, and he was very satisfied that those who invited him to eat meat did not want him to die.

Looking at the old beggar who was gobbling up, the boy smiled.

Desire is difficult to fill, when there is a first time, people will want to think about the second time, with the second time, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not think about the third time.

But the strongest desire is still the second time, which can really hook people's souls!