On the official road, horses whistled past, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and pedestrians avoided it one after another.

"Ahem, ahem......"

The beggar, wrapped in two broken brazas, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and subconsciously drove away the dust in front of him with the other.

Unkempt, yellow and thin. There is no meat on the body, only a tall skeleton remains. The wind blew along the long road into the distance, where no one was, on the snow that had not yet melted, revealing his bare bruised feet.

That's the only impression a knight on horseback with a waist knife has of a beggar, this kind of beggar, how fucking much of an eyesore, how much of an eyesore.

But who would have thought that today's ragged beggar would be a high-class social animal of the 21st century just two days ago?

God seemed to have played a big joke on him, just a drunken time made Meng Ke come to this world where this person is not like a human and a ghost is not like a ghost.

Chaos and killing seem to be the only rhythm in this monotonous world.

In two days, Meng Ke saw no less than ten roadblocks and robberies. Some bandits robbed money, some robbed robbers, and of course, more robbed food.

Just after the bitter winter, the flowers in the grass by the roadside are already purple and red, and these flowers are rooted in the corpses and blood of those who dare to resist. Just like those bandits, they eat steamed buns made of human blood.

It can be seen that this is a troubled time!

The memory of the original owner of this body told him that it was now the Shaanxi area where he had been in Chongzhen for three years.

The drought has been repeated for many years, and disasters have been everywhere.

There are no barking dogs in the village, and they are still knocking on the door of the conscription; The trees have cries, and they are sprinkled with the blood of the whip.

This is the truest portrayal of this era.

And Meng Ke was reborn as a characteristic of the late Ming Dynasty - a homeless person, and he was so poor that he could only beg. He didn't know whether he should be happy or helpless.

Fortunately, just by looking at his appearance and dress, he can see that this is an ancient 'bandit' beggar comparable to 'Gou Bu Li Bao'.

No money, no food, no color, only a rotten life.

And the helpless thing is that he has been hungry for two days, and now he is even walking, and his legs are swinging. Along the way, he relied on cold snow and wet grass roots to satisfy his hunger. He was so hungry that he even wiped out the frozen soil on the grass roots.

His back trembled along the official road, and a gust of wind seemed to be able to blow him down.

……

"Village?!"

As far as the eye can see, there is smoke rising from the cooking, facing the sunset and the cold wind.

This is the only populated village Meng Ke has seen in the past two days.

"Dare to make a fire to cook? Aren't you afraid of being ransacked by rogues? ”

The hungry stomach seemed to urge him to hurry into the village to find out if there was any leftovers to eat, or rather...... Swill. If there are leftovers in the village, he doesn't mind grabbing food from the livestock in order to survive.

But the only remaining sanity in the brain is to control the aching legs. A sense of danger permeated his heart, this was the 'sixth sense' from the original owner of this body, who had saved the life of the original owner many times.

After all, reason is invincible to hungry stomachs, but it still serves as a warning.

He lifted his black hands full of hard-shelled old mud, tightened the thin linen cloth on his body, rubbed the soles of his feet that were numb from the cold, and plunged into the dead wood forest beside the road.

With his purple and cyan feet on the snow-covered dead branches and leaves, Meng Ke's eyes looked around, as if he was looking for something.

"That's good."

He picked up a half-man-high wooden stick, carefully plucked the branches and leaves from the stick, and kneaded them into a ball.

Looking at the withered yellow sphere in front of him, which was only half the size of a fist, the rancid gas rushed down the tip of his nose to his brain, and Meng Ke was so disgusted that he directly lay on the ground and retched.

"Vomit ......"

"Damn, it's not the first time I've eaten it, it's a fart! Fight! ”

He closed his eyes, and then shoved the leaf ball into his mouth fiercely.

The bitter, fishy, and smelly explodes in his mouth, and he almost thought his taste buds were going to spoil.

Meng Ke suddenly bent down, gathered the snow on the ground in front of him into a snowball with his hand, and then desperately stuffed it into his mouth.

The numbed mouth could not melt the snowball, and Meng Ke had to chew the mixture of snow and leaves with his teeth, although the roots of his teeth were frozen and painful from the cold, he still insisted on swallowing the ball into his stomach.

Cold.

Cold from the mouth all the way to the stomach.

It's really sour to the extreme.

The stomach cramped again.

Turning over the river and the sea.

This thing is not hungry at all, it is just to make my stomach feel a little full, and find something to do for stomach acid.

The tingling pain in his stomach caused Meng Ke to bend down and press his fist against his stomach.

At this moment, Meng Ke couldn't help but want to cry.

"Thief God, I, Meng Ke, have lived for more than twenty years, and I have never done anything hurtful to heaven and reason, why should I be punished like this?"

His face was covered in water, and he didn't know if it was snot or tears, or a mixture of both.

After a while, Meng Kecai suppressed his anger, as if he had done a heavy job, panting and sobbing and leaning against the big tree.

He raised his hand to wipe the liquid off his face with the sleeves of his coat that were already covered with crusty black mud, and then sighed into his hands, rubbing his already half-stiff feet vigorously, and then walked towards the village ahead with a wooden stick.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, and saw that the smoke was rising in front of him, but he walked for nearly half an hour after leaving the official road.

When Meng Ke came to the barren field in front of the village entrance, the sunset had been completely replaced by a half-moon crescent, and he couldn't see his fingers in the woods.

"Something is wrong, something is so wrong."

Meng Ke was holding a wooden cane, and the scene in front of him made his heart tremble.

The fields look like they have long been deserted, and no one has cultivated them for a long time. The scarecrows used to drive away sparrows in the fields fell to the ground.

The sticks supporting the scarecrow break in two, either the wood rots and breaks naturally, or it is cut by someone.

If you want this kind of stick to rot and break, it is impossible to do it without a year or two of wind and rain. But if the village has not cultivated land for a year or two, how can it still be brightly lit and smoked?

Either way, it shows that the village is not as peaceful as it seems.

Meng Ke licked his chapped lips, and after thinking about it, he decided to sneak into the village to take a look.

There's always a just in case, what if he guessed wrong?

Rickety black shadows slowly walked out of the woods in the moonlight, across the ridges, and approached the village.

"Quack!"

A crisp cracking sound came from under Meng Kede's feet, scaring him into a cold sweat.

He subconsciously looked around, except for the village, there was a dead silence all around, and even the insects did not sound.

"Whew~! Fuck, scared the hell out of me, what did you step on? ”

By the light of the moon, he brushed the dirt off the surface of the thing with his foot, revealing a shattered skull.