The ruffians behind Wang Hangou pulled out the short knives they carried with them.

He hesitated, as if he was about to attack.

You must know that these guys also have a lot of lives in their hands, either directly or indirectly.

They don't commit murder in the daytime, but at this time, the lights are blind, the tired birds are returning to their nests, there are no witnesses, and there is no patrol team and gang associations to intervene, these guys will naturally not restrain their ferocity!

But he didn't expect Zong Xian to start faster!

"Quack!"

A crisp sound appeared suddenly.

He just used a little force to pinch Wang Hangou's throat in an instant, warm blood splashed, his neck bones were shattered into slag, and his head almost fell off.

The night was a good cover for the bloody scenes.

Zong Xian didn't care about the mental shock after the first killing, but with a flick of his wrist, he smashed out the body of Wang Hangou who was holding his head, and the rest of the gangsters immediately turned on their backs.

And that wasn't all, he immediately rushed forward and attacked the few remaining bastards.

Although he didn't practice martial arts, with the blessing of the Great Pill, his muscles, bones, skin and flesh all over his body actually achieved an effect comparable to that of the Great Completion of the Body Forging Realm, with punches like wind and skin as hard as iron!

With the crisp sound of bones breaking and tendons, Zong Xian simply smashed their throats neatly!

The surrounding shacks were silent, and even the oil lamps in the house were extinguished during their fight, which was a true portrayal of the walled area outside the city!

The poor people living in the village have their own set of survival wisdom, and no one wants to get into trouble.

It was just a matter of looking at the face and falling to the ground.

"Hoo ......"

Zong Xian exhaled a heavy breath, feeling that his hands and feet were a little inexplicably numb, and the thoughts in his heart became somewhat unpleasant, and it was inevitable that there would be some sequelae after killing someone for the first time.

But the past month has also made his heart grow, knowing that people are not ruthless and unstable in troubled times, either they can be patient and hibernating, endure everything, or strike a thunderous blow and get rid of future troubles forever!

Zong Xian suppressed the fluctuations in his mind, and groped for Wang Hangou and the others without delay.

When he hurried away, he had an extra bag of food wrapped in large palm leaves under his arm, including a few gray cakes, two dried salted meat with wine, and half a gourd of bad wine.

In the dark pocket of his arms he also carried a bulging money bag and twenty or thirty copper dollars.

This money bag is hidden deep in the hidden pocket of Wang Han's dog clothes, which does not look conspicuous, and can only be found by searching the body by himself.

He weighed it, but didn't bother to look at it.

Night is the best cover color, and Zong Xian's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the dark alley.

The barking of wild dogs could be heard in the distance.

The cold wind poured into the alleyway, and the smell of blood in the air quickly dissipated into the wind.

……

Zong Xian returned to the stone bridge of Donggou Creek almost non-stop.

This is a relatively remote location in the village area, in winter, the river stream bubbling and flowing, often wet and thick fog drifting, in addition to the wet and cold, it is also hidden and safe.

He picked up the ashes first, and re-lit the fire with the red charcoal buried deep underneath.

Nearby, a few wild dogs were walking in the shadows, as if they had regained some of their wolf nature.

Zong Xian recovered his mind on the way back, and he was no longer entangled in the matter of killing.

Troubled times make people grow, and people are always underestimating their adaptability, and in fact, on the third day after the arrival, when he was robbed of food for the first time when he was hungry, his heart was already hardened.

That's why his shot was so decisive, and he didn't have much guilt about Wang Hangou's death in his heart.

This is the world of cannibalism, the living sin is to be oppressed every day like cattle and horses, and the capital sin is to become a cold corpse, which is eaten by wild dogs without any burial.

He sat by the fire and counted the harvest, and easily broke off a small piece of all the food he found from Wang Hangou and threw it to the wild dogs.

He was going to rest for the night, and when the city gates were opened at dawn, he would enter the city.

In this world, he is alone, it can be said that he is full of food, and the whole family is not hungry, and he has no scruples.

Bei'an County has a large population, complex sources, and a large number of migrants and traveling merchants arrive every day, so it is not difficult to settle in the city!

Zong Xian fiddled with the fire and quickly counted the silver taels on hand.

Among them, the most fruitful one has to be the money bag that was collected from Wang Hangou.

There was a large Jin treasure ingot of ten taels, a few broken silver the size of a thumb, and two small crumpled silver tickets.

"What a Wang Han dog, so rich?"

The money bag contained dozens of taels of silver, which was considered a lot of wealth.

You must know that these guys don't even let go of the copper dollars in the hands of beggars on weekdays, when did they become so rich?

Not to mention what to eat for the time being, there are about fifty taels of silver, plus those dozens of copper dollars, it should be enough for him to enter the city.

After fiddling for a while, Zong Xian also found a long strip of red paper in the money bag, with a few lines written vertically on it, which looked like a list of worship posts or something, perhaps related to the origin of the silver.

But it's a pity that Zong Xian can't understand a word.

The memory fragments of his predecessor allowed him to master the oral ability of this world, but he was extremely lacking in words, only knowing a few words, and he couldn't understand slightly complex words and sentences.

Carefully putting away the purse, he took out yesterday's ash cake from the crack in the embankment, skewered it, and set it diagonally on the fire to heat it.

His stomach was empty and uncomfortable, but whenever the hunger pang rose to the extreme, there was always a mysterious warm current in his body, which quickly eliminated the weakness caused by hunger.

Zong Xian thought that this should be the remaining medicinal power of the hundred-year-old strong pill at work.

Speaking of which, the effect of that elixir is simply terrifying, it can turn a weak beggar into infinite strength, I am afraid that even if it is placed in today's martial arts, it is definitely a rare treasure!

Thinking of this, he took out the rotten brocade box containing the strong pill from his arms, rubbed the dirt off the surface with his hand, and carefully examined it.

A short time later, he found a faint seven-leaf clover mark on the inside of the brocade box.

Besides, there are no other signs.

Zong Xian silently wrote it down, raised his hand and threw the brocade box and the red paper in the money bag into the fire, burning to ashes, leaving no trace.

Then he washed the gourd of bad wine and filled it with clean and cold water.

The upper reaches of this Donggou Creek are the winding and lying mountains of Yan'er, thanks to the remote location, and this is a living water, so the Donggou Creek is quite clear, at least much cleaner than the stinky water ditch in the city.

After taking the water, the ten or so ash cakes were baked.

He blew on the black ash on it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, and every now and then he drank a sip of the cold stream water, and soon ate all the ash cakes.

In the past, he ate a piece of gray cake and had a full stomach, but now he has eaten more than ten pieces, and he has just made a bottom, and the amount of food is no longer the same!