For a while, Wan Ling opened his eyes and only looked at Liuzhou on the north bank of Tianshui, but he didn't know why, and all the powers of all parties saw that there was a black qi that started in Liuzhou and dispersed in an instant, as if it was an illusion.

Besides, when Zhang San returned to the ancestral hall, the sun had just come out, and the air was still a little cool.

"Donkey grass, stinky beggar, dare to steal your grandfather's things?!" There was a sudden shouting and beating outside, and there were hoarse begging for mercy, but there were so many shouts and beatings that the cry for mercy was as vulnerable as duckweed in the water.

Speaking of beggars, Zhang San knew that they must be his companions, because there were no other beggars on this street, so he hurriedly picked up a broken wooden stick, and rushed out with courage, regardless of the weakness of his legs and feet, just to save his companions.

A group of people saw that there was another beggar in the door who dared to show up with a stick, and they didn't know whether to be angry or sneer, and they didn't know whether this beggar really didn't take so many people in his eyes or was bent on looking for death, but they didn't think much about it, they all smiled fiercely, grabbed Zhang San into the crowd, and beat him by the way.

The man who had been stolen took a money bag from the dying beggar, covered in blood, and spat at him, and threw the money bag away, leaving only two angry beggars lying on the ground—and a stick, but the stick was ignored from beginning to end, and no one was killed.

"Monkey!" Zhang San shouted with all his strength, for fear that the beggar named Monkey would be beaten to death, but he himself was already dying, and he had no strength at all.

"Zhang San ......" Fortunately, the monkey can still respond.

"It's okay, it's okay. Zhang San secretly rejoiced, their group of beggars have been together for a long time, and they are dependent on each other, no matter who is gone, it is a pain of cutting flesh and skin, of course, if a rich and noble family comes to recognize their relatives and take one away, then it is another one.

"I'm dying......" The monkey was still angry, and his vocal cords stopped vibrating.

"What nonsense!" Zhang San was a little nervous, "You shut up first, wait for me to rest, and take you in when I get up." In fact, he himself was in pain all over his body, as if he had broken bones in many places, and he felt that there was blood stuck in his throat when he breathed, but he felt that he would not die.

Taking two heavy breaths, Zhang Sanqiang sat up and struggled to stand up, but in an instant he grinned his teeth, his leg was broken and deformed, and the sharp pain made his brain a little confused, and he only remembered the pain. There is nowhere to exert force, and I can only sit down with my ass.

And the moment he sat down, Zhang San seemed to have fallen into an endless black hole, dead and silent, even his heartbeat could not be heard, and his ears seemed to be covered with a layer of water, as if this was the legendary heavenly abyss! He looked around in horror, but found that he didn't know where he was looking, and in the end, he didn't even know whether he was turning his head and turning around, he couldn't see.

"Young man, is this fair?" A voice came from the depths of the abyss, carrying the Nine Netherworld Cold, icy and piercing.

"Who are you?!" Zhang San wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

However, Rao was like this, and the weirdness from Tianyuan seemed to hear Zhang San's voice, and he spoke again, saying, "I, I come from your heart, naturally it's you." ”

"What I saw in my dream, is it you?" Zhang San asked, remembering the familiarity of the voice and the scene.

"Dreams, let's think they're dreams. "The voice from Tianyuan doesn't care about these trivial things.

"Now, it's also a dream?" Zhang San asked.

"If it was a dream before, it should be now. ”

"I'm going to wake up!"

"When you wake up?"

"Of course it's to save the monkey, he's dying!"

"He's dead. "Tian Yuan's voice is still so cold and ruthless even for death.

"No, he was talking to me just now, wake me up!" Zhang San roared, because he roared too hard, he coughed violently, but he still couldn't hear his own voice.

"Boy, is this fair?" In the darkness, the voice echoed, and the coldness in the tone made the space sharp, and the topic returned to the original point, "They beat you, you can't fight back, is this fair?"

"There are just a lot of them!" Zhang San's mouth stiffened, but his heart seemed to have a hand grasping on it.

"They're rich, you're just a beggar, is that fair?"

"Each has its own way of living!"

"They have money, parents, and families, so they don't have to go out to beg for food in the winter, and they each hold a chilled watermelon at home in the summer, what about you?"

Zhang San stopped talking, he had no strength to speak, every word that came from the darkness was like a hammer smashed on his heart, and every word accurately fell on the softest position, making him bloody and painful.

"Hate them, I will give you the strength to take revenge!" the voice was no longer cold, he went crazy, like a witch who tempted the princess to eat a poisoned apple, "those who have money, those who are warm in winter and cool in summer, they all deserve to die! When you are worried that you will not have enough to eat, you will freeze to death, starve to death, or even be gnawed to death by wild rats, they will not understand you, in their eyes, you are just little ghosts, to them, you are not as good as a wild dog!"

Zhang San finally wavered - in fact, he had been shaken a long time ago, but he couldn't make up his mind.

"I'm going to save the monkey first!" Zhang San gritted his teeth.

"He's dead! Killed by the damn rich guys!"

"Then I'll see it with my own eyes!" Zhang San roared, and suddenly found that he could actually hear his own voice, the black curtain had dispersed, and the scene returned to a familiar place.

The monkey lay there, motionless, Zhang San was anxious, and rushed to the monkey's side in three steps and two steps, but forgot about his broken legs.

"Monkey, monkey!" he shook the monkey that had softened into a puddle of mud, even though he knew the result in his heart, he still did not want to give up, he helped the monkey up, put it on his back, and stepped into the dilapidated ancestral hall, at this moment, he found that his injuries were all healed, there was no pain, but there was a feeling that the strength of his whole body was nowhere to be used...... It's like there's a fire burning!

Putting the monkey aside, Zhang San could only sit there, he didn't know what else to do, and the burning sensation in his body and heart made him scratch his ears and cheeks, and his eyes were a little red.

"Look, he's dead, beaten to death by those people!" The terrifying voice sounded again, but it didn't pull Zhang San into the darkness again, "Are you willing? I'll give you the strength to take revenge!"

Zhang San's eyes gradually straightened, and he only stared in a certain direction, "Revenge...... I'm going to take revenge. He muttered, stood up, and walked out step by step.

At this time, the first round of beggars' morning activities is done - there are good people to give porridge, each person to rub one or two bowls, because the beggars are not very old, and generally sweet, the young lady of the soup soup is quite willing to give more, after the meal is full, it is the satisfied "home" rest time, everyone returned, but saw Zhang San's eyes stunned, and his movements were stiff and walked out.

"Zhang San!" someone shouted, "I brought you a nest, I didn't see you just now, and Sister Qiu, who gave porridge, still asked!"

Zhang San didn't respond, he still walked away in a daze, and he didn't even turn a blind eye to the fragrant nest.

"Zhang San?" The little beggars noticed that something was wrong, and grabbed his arm, wanting to ask about the situation, but found that what they were pulling did not seem to be Zhang San's arm, but the arm of a cow, and they couldn't even deform his movements.

"What's the matter?" a little beggar was puzzled, blocking in front of Zhang San, staring at him, "He seems to be ...... Look over there!" the beggar pointed in another direction.

Everyone turned their heads, but they couldn't think of anything over there, they just felt that Zhang San saw something good somewhere, and they really couldn't let it go, and they wanted to go over and come back, but they were stunned for a while, and they didn't care, so the beggars entered the ancestral hall easily and happily, and then the shouts came, with sadness.