The blinding white light began to dissipate, and the "Last Three Days of Hell" had passed.

This event is like a visible scar, people will bury it, forget it, and then they will get used to the existence of this scar, and even in the end, they will no longer be afraid.

The ill-intentioned will use it to stir up the mind in order to achieve certain ends, the curious will exhaust all their efforts to find the truth without grasping the slightest clue in their lives, and the majority of people will still have their lives slightly disrupted but then return to normal.

The change of dynasty will not have much impact on the common people, let alone the sky.

Small town.

Just like any other town, there is nothing special about it, but people who walk out of it like to brag about something unique.

The county magistrate is a fifty-year-old pedant, who can't do anything bad or out of the ordinary, and teaches the people of the county in a disciplined manner. However, he handled this "natural change" very appropriately, and he ordered the whole city to be on guard early to prevent the gods from breaking their skins and causing trouble, and also sent people to various townships and villages to issue notices to reassure the people.

In this way, there will naturally be no mess. The shops in the small town have closed a lot, the number of pedestrians on the streets has decreased a lot, there are more scoundrels, and there are more people selling oil and wax. For the rest, I really can't see any difference. However, a beggar is still a beggar, and he can't change much.

For several days, they did not get anything to eat, and all the beggars were hungry, but there were still a few people who did not cherish their spittle and chattered there.

"Brothers, do you know? Why did this dog suddenly change his face?"

"Phew! It's not those dog emperors, dog officials, and dog members! A group of dogs eat human flesh! We people can't even eat dog meat! No, God has seen them look like powerful dogs, and they are powerful, so there is this scene!"

"There is a plague, and there are beggars everywhere!

"Hey, people like you, you don't look down on others at all, you deserve to be a beggar!"

"All have one virtue, who looks down on whom?"

"God is threatening, just to remind someone that they have done something hurtful to nature, and it is not our turn to do this. However, we can make up a rumor to cheat some money. ”

"Brother, what do you have in mind, hurry up?"

"Let's ...... this"

Beggars are also human beings, and they are also divided into three, six, nine, and so on, and there are also small groups. The more powerful beggars also eat meat. The young and the old are also excluded from the margins.

The old beggar poked the "corpse" next to him with a stick, and muttered, "Hey, are you dead?" After waiting for a long time, the old beggar confirmed that the other party had no reaction, so he leaned over, climbed on his body with his hands and feet, and began to grope for anything of value left on his body, even if it was half a moldy pot cake.

While he was groping, the old beggar saw a pair of open eyes, immediately shrank back, leaned against the wall, gasped twice, and scolded: "You didn't pretend to be dead? ”

Wang Shi didn't die, and he didn't know why he didn't die. It stands to reason that he should have died, and he who died could not die again.

Looking at the old beggar in front of him, Wang Shi looked up at the sky, and felt that the sunlight was a little dazzling, so he squinted his eyes involuntarily.

The old beggar froze his mind, scolded in a low voice, and said, "Hey, bitch, why have I never seen you before? I know all these beggars from ten miles and eight towns, have you fled from a foreign country, or what?"

The sky is still too big, and the effects of "starfall" have almost completely been eliminated. It's like a river of blood poured into the sea, and there will be no blood in the end.

It can't be said that he was thinking about the problem, Wang Shi was just stunned, and he didn't hear any sound.

The old beggar saw Wang Shi looking at him with his nostrils facing the sky, snorted, smiled angrily, and then poked the other party with a stick, and said, "You won't be a dumb person, will you?"

The most basic feeling is still there, Wang Shi looked at the beggar with an expressionless face.

"Eighty percent is a fool. The old beggar muttered a few words, and then withdrew into his haystack, ready to sleep peacefully. In dreams, time is always better.

At night, the cold dragged the old beggar awake.

After a shudder, the old beggar withdrew all his limbs to his chest, sighed, and cursed instinctively: "Ghost God!" After waking up, his stomach naturally began to moan after a day of hunger. The old beggar touched his shriveled belly and thumped it hatefully. "Why are you so unlucky!" looks a bit like a concubine hating herself for not being able to conceive a son.

With a sigh, the old beggar looked around warily, and after being sure that no one was paying attention to him, he carefully took out the baked cake from under the brick, and immediately picked up the dregs that had fallen on the straw and stuffed it into his mouth.

The scarce saliva soaked the pancakes open, and the sweet taste emanated between the chews of the teeth, causing the throat to stir up and down, and swallow it mixed with half a grass.

Holding the baked bread in both hands, the old beggar began to nibble on small bites.

When the shriveled stomach moved again, the old beggar breathed a sigh of relief, and was satisfied. It was only then that he had a chance to look around, in case some young and strong beggar was eyeing his baked cakes.

Suddenly, the old beggar muttered to the newcomer he had met today, and then looked down at the baked cake in his hand.

"It's not my business to starve to death or not, I'm dying of starvation, what do I care about him?"

Saying this in his heart repeatedly, the old beggar finally left half a slap of baked cakes, and slowly crawled to the place where the new beggar was, but he took another bite halfway through.

"Hey, fool, are you starving?"

Probably unable to support the sitting posture, Wang Shi had already laid down, but he was still looking at the sky with straight eyes.

The old beggar propped himself on the ground with his elbows, slowly crawled to Wang Shi's side, looked at him, and patted his face again. "Hey, are you dead?"

Wang Shi woke up from his stupor, and turned his head to look at the old beggar.

"What a fool. The old beggar was about to slap Wang Shi's face a few more times, but was blocked by the other party with his hand. "Yo, it doesn't seem stupid enough to be painful. Well, I gave you this half of the bread, and if you are rich in the future, don't forget me. Forget it, you won't be rich in this life. Or wait until you die, it's more reliable to leave everything on your body to me, and it can be regarded as flattening. ”

Rolling his eyes, Wang Shi understood what the old beggar meant, but he still didn't say anything.

"What, don't you eat?" the old beggar was a little surprised, then a little angry and a little happy. "The dog doesn't eat and pulls down, and Lao Tzu hasn't eaten yet!"

The old beggar was full of sweet aroma as he munched on the pancakes, which was undoubtedly particularly tempting in such a cold night.

Wang Shi is not hungry, but he has no feelings.

The old beggar peeked a few times, swallowed the baked cake, and slowly lay down next to Wang Shi, also looking at the dark night sky, and said: "What's the matter, what are you-daughter-in-law stole a man, cheated your family wealth, and killed your father and mother, and this year he fell off the list, and in the end he found out that his son was not his own, and he was diagnosed by the doctor that he would not live for ten days?"

He thought it was funny, and the old beggar laughed.

"Boy, look away, don't you still have a dog's life? Look at that dog on East Street, who was broken by someone, didn't he still rob other dogs of to eat? Although we can't go to grab and eat, we have to live, don't we? Look at these people around you, which one is not a little shameful, and which one is not still alive? People, better than other things, is because of 'living'. ”

Of course, Wang Shi can hear and understand.

The old beggar stuffed the remaining mouthful of baked cakes into Wang Shi's mouth, continued to look at the night sky, and said: "If you have ambition, you can go up, no matter what tricks you play, and become a master; You have to think of a way to live, and when the morning dawns, you will see, who in this city is not alive? Don't wait for death, eat that piece of baked cake, and still have a good breath. ”

The muscles stretch and contract, affecting the movement of the upper and lower jaws, and the teeth bite and grind the baked cakes, mixed with saliva, producing a sweet taste that flows into the stomach.

Looking at the night sky, Wang Shi murmured, "I'm still alive." ”

The old beggar forgot how he had fallen asleep, but when he opened his eyes the next day, he was very hungry, and when he saw that the beggar of yesterday was no more, he scolded in a low voice: "If I had known, I would not have given that boy that baked cake, so that I could have eaten half full." Damn, I slipped away after eating my pancakes. ”

Trying to fall asleep again, but hunger kept stimulating his nerves, the old beggar sat up and tried to think of where he could get something to eat.

Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked his eyes, and the old beggar looked up, only to feel that the person in front of him looked a little like yesterday's fool.

A basket of freshly steamed buns was placed in front of the old beggar's eyes, and the black shadow slowly sat down beside the old beggar.

The old beggar didn't care about the hot hands, and immediately grabbed three buns in one hand, stuffed them into his mouth in turn, and said vaguely: "Yo, boy, I can't see that you are still capable of this!

Wang Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the small city that had just woken up.

Some dilapidated ox carts creaked from the city gates, fried dough sticks splashed a few oil stars just after they came out of the pot, noodles were scooped up and steamed, and a large spoonful of toppings was poured on them, the vendors sprinkled water on the vegetables and fiddled with them carefully, pretending to have just dug them up today, and the butcher raised his knife and cut open the pork belly, and a fishy smell came out......

Showing his habitual smile for some reason, Wang Shi patted the old beggar on the shoulder, stood up and walked out of the city.

The old beggar was stunned, looked at Wang Shi's back, hurriedly swallowed the buns in his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Hey! The coming day is prosperous, don't forget the old man who is slow and difficult with you! It's also good to send a few baskets of steamed buns!"

Wang Shi turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile: "Your eyes really look like old perverts. ”

The old beggar also habitually squinted his eyes, showed his usual smile, and said, "I don't look like some old pervert. ”

Turning around, Wang Shi smiled even harder, walked to the butcher to borrow his knife, and walked out of the city, looking at the sky.

"Da Si Ming, you won't win me again. ”