The five people in the room were dressed differently and had different habits, apparently from all parts of the continent that God had given them.

The man at the back of the hall carried two heavy swords more than a man tall behind him, and was dressed in heavy fur clothes.

The man's figure was unusually broad and tall, and the heavy heavy sword on his back was small and extraordinary, this kind of heavy sword could not be held by ordinary people with both hands, but since this man carried two swords, it was obviously two two-handed swords.

The fur she wears looks like a bearskin, which is indeed in line with her temperament, even a brown bear is estimated to be obedient in front of her.

This person is obviously from the Northern Plains, but I don't know why, she doesn't want to change her clothes on such a hot day in the Western Regions.

She sat against the wall, so that her face could not be seen, and only a thick black hair could be seen coming down her head.

I haven't had a chance to talk to her in the past few days, I only know that this person is somewhat introverted.

This also makes it a little strange to put an end, after all, this person should not be an introvert in terms of size, movement, or orientation.

In this regard, it can be attributed to not knowing anyone.

Next to each other sat a fat man at the table where the two of them were gone.

The fat man's skin is dark, not the pitch-black black, but the kind of black-red that has been exposed to the sun for many years.

His skin has a lot of cracks and potholes due to the collision of yellow sand all year round, and just looking at it will give people an uncomfortable feeling.

Coupled with his fat body, thick lips, and somewhat small eyes that are squeezed out by fat, this person is definitely not good-looking.

It can even be said to be a bit obscene.

This person is very talkative, and within a few days, he got acquainted with Eliminate and others, and now he will greet Eliminate and others when he sees them, and sometimes he will share a table with them.

After contact, I realized that the first impression was inaccurate.

Unlike what seems obscene, the fat man is a fairly decent person.

Whether it is the usual performance or the tone of communication, the way of speaking can reflect the integrity of the person.

At least his view of good and evil is very good for the appetite to put an end to.

It's a pity that his name is the same as his appearance, and it has nothing to do with decency.

His name is Sha Sheng.

Sha Sheng can also be regarded as half a local.

He is not from Hongliupo, but he is also from the Western Regions.

The place where he was was also a chaotic town, not far from Hongliupo, about three hundred miles.

According to the terrain, that town is also considered the sphere of influence of the castle tower, but it is too far away from the castle tower, which also makes the town more chaotic than the red willow slope.

There are not even gangs there, only one big family ruling the entire town.

There are no civilians of the God of Liberty there, and all the townspeople are slaves of that family!

The descendants of slaves are still slaves, and they are not qualified to study or practice martial arts.

All they have to do is work for that family forever and forever, and then have children, and then the children born will work for the family forever and ever.

Unfortunately, Sha Sheng's parents were slaves.

This has left him in pain since birth, where he has been tormented.

What happened in those years, Sha Sheng didn't say, just smiled faintly.

Originally, he would spend his whole life in that family, but when he was nine years old, his fate took a turn.

When he was nine years old, Sha Sheng fell seriously ill.

The high fever did not go away all day, I had convulsions all over my body, I couldn't eat a mouthful of food, and sometimes I would vomit out.

At first, there was something in the stomach to vomit, but later there was nothing in the stomach, so I could only vomit yellow water, vomit bile, and the red, green, and yellow were intertwined on the ground.

The master is unwilling to heal the slave, what is the healing value of such a thing?

In order not to infect the other slaves, the master did not hesitate to throw Shasheng into the desert to feed the beasts.

Sha Sheng's parents pleaded bitterly, but the master at first disagreed, but later he was annoyed by the pleading of Sha Sheng's parents, and actually ordered the other slaves to beat Sha Sheng's parents half to death and throw them out together.

Sha Sheng will never forget the scene before his parents died.

Her mother's flesh and blood were blurred, and snow-white bones pierced through her body and pierced her flesh.

She breathed rapidly, but her hands were still tightly holding Sha Sheng's face, and she said to Sha Sheng with her last strength: "Child, shall I give you a name?" ”

Slaves do not deserve names, only masters can have names.

Sha Sheng didn't answer her, he was so sick that he couldn't even move.

"We.... Let's use the desert sand as a surname...... Your name is .... Is Shasheng good? If you want to live, you must live......"

My mother died in the desert.

Sha Sheng was supposed to die there, but the old-fashioned plot like a novel appeared on him this time.

An old man passing by appeared and rescued him.

The old man is a disciple of Baicao City, and his cultivation is the Baicao Sutra of life and death.

He saved Sha Sheng.

With his help, Sha Sheng was cured of his illness and learned a lot of skills from him.

But when he was fifteen years old, the old man threw him out.

"You leave the Western Regions and go out to have a look."

"The kung fu I taught you is all skills to save people, learn from me, you can't take revenge!"

"Let's go out and have a look, go and learn martial arts from the real masters, and after you finish learning, you will come back for revenge!"

"Don't you want revenge?"

Under the old man's arrangement, Sha Sheng left there.

No one could have imagined that this obscene fat man was actually just a fifteen-year-old boy.

According to Sha Sheng himself, he is not fat, but edema.

Although the old man cured his illness, it still left serious sequelae because the disease dragged on for too long.

In addition, although there have been people to take care of them over the years, because of the harsh living environment, the food is not good.

In the midst of illness and severe lack of nutrition, Sha Sheng developed intense edema.

But even so, when talking about his appearance, Sha Sheng can still laugh.

"The appearance was given by my parents, and the body was saved by the master, these will not make me suffer, but they are my most precious memories."

It didn't take long for the food to be served on the table on Sha Sheng's side.

There are many vegetables, and there is only one plate of meat dishes.

He didn't have much money.

But even so, Sha Sheng still brought the plate of meat dishes to the table where he was waiting for the others.

Faced with the rejection of Quan and the others, Sha Sheng just smiled faintly.

"It should be, it should be."

Because the two of them invited him to dinner a few days ago.

This is a very principled person and knows gratitude.

Sitting at the table next to the stairs was a man dressed as a peasant.

He wears a straw hat on his head, a white cloth sweat coat, a simple pair of coarse cloth trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet.

His trouser legs were pulled up high, his thighs were black, and he had long, thick leg hair.

It can be seen at a glance that he is from the East Soil.

He has that kind of oriental, sea breeze smell on him.

In addition, most of the grain grown in the eastern soil is rice, and you need to roll up your trouser legs when you go to the field.

This action has been done for fourteen years, and the head that killed him will not be unrecognizable.

This feeling of coming from his hometown, he is all too familiar.

This person doesn't need to be contacted at all to win it over.

From the observation of the past few days, it can be seen that this person is jealous and hateful.

Not only was he jealous and hateful, but the peasant seemed to have a natural and extreme sympathy for the common people.

There were a few times these days when he couldn't help but want to make a move, but in the end he endured it all alive.

He has a plan, he has an idea, and he already intends to implement it.

This is an evaluation that is not put to order.

In the past few days, not only he and Long Aotian have been observing others, but this farmer is also observing them.

Although there is no communication, whether it is the elimination or the other party, they all know what the other party wants to do.

Maybe the three of them have their own goals in mind, but at the moment the goals of both sides are the same.

This farmer is a usable person.

They are only one layer away from cooperating.

The person sitting near the counter was a white-faced scholar.

The book grows very delicately, dressed in a green shirt, holding a book in his hand anytime and anywhere, shaking his head and reading.

I've talked to him a few times these days, but the other party is full of everything, and always says something I don't understand.

This man is by no means incomprehensible, but what he can be sure of is that this person is not as simple as he appears.

He was not a scholar, or he was more than just a scholar.

Whether it is the habit of breathing, the habit of eating, the habit of reaching out or some of his small movements, it is all too familiar.

He also has these little habits, or all the people who have practiced that exercise.

That technique is called the Assassin's Mystery.

The white-faced scholar was an Assassin, and a top-notch Assassin.

Judging from his movements and eyes, the other party is much stronger than himself.

The other party obviously also found out that he was a peer, but he didn't say anything.

For creatures like Assassins, as long as the other party does not provoke first, they will never attack anyone other than their target.

Not to mention peers.

This person is dangerous.

The last one, I don't know if he is one person or two people.

He was a middle-aged man, with a long beard and a coarse cloth jacket, who looked like a businessman.

The reason why I don't know how many people he is is because he has a small puppet sitting on his shoulder.

The puppet was not driven by anyone, but it spoke and acted exactly like an ordinary person.

However, it is not on the puppet, and it smells of the soul.

He didn't look like a puppet with his soul stuffed into a wooden body, but more like a living person.

This is also the place to put an end to strangeness.

He has always said that he is a singer, and he carries a big box with costumes on his back.

But judging by the puppets he carried on his shoulders, and many other gadgets, he should be a runner.

The so-called running rivers and lakes are actually tricks.

Most of them perform in public to earn a living, and the performances take a variety of forms, but most of them are mainly juggling.

While pondering, the middle-aged man who ran the rivers and lakes suddenly walked to the middle of the inn.

Dangdang!

The puppet on his shoulder stood up and struck the gong in his hand.

The middle-aged man cleared his throat and said loudly in the middle of the inn.

"Everyone, the show is on!"