It's an old beggar!

Isn't he in his arms, how did he crawl on the bazaar?

Zhuo Yifan wanted to call him, but he couldn't shout anything, his body didn't obey him at all, and the people around him seemed to be ignoring him, and he was busy with his own work. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He once heard adults say that people should not walk too much in life, because after he dies, he must go to the place he has been to and walk again, look for the footprints left in the past, and complete the final transformation of life and death, which is called tracing after death.

Could it be that the old beggar is also looking for the footprints he once left, although the last footprints are crawled out of his body, but he must also go through it again, so as to leave the painful world and report to heaven or hell where he does not know good and evil.

The old beggar still crawled forward with difficulty, and this was the way he had just climbed back before he died. Life is so difficult, I didn't expect it to be so hard after death, so why rush to die?

Zhuo Yifan thought about it, as if he suddenly became enlightened. Yes, life and death are the same pain, and death is not as liberating as people expect, so why rush to get rid of the pain of life and quickly enter the sorrow of death?

Zhuo Yifan wiped his tears, there was no one in the lively market in front of him, only the whistling north wind kept blowing, and the endless dark night shrouded the earth, in addition, Zhuo Yifan smelled all the smell of blood.

In the tavern opposite, a dim oil lamp was still flickering, and it was jumping like a ghostly fire.

Ghost Fire Zhuo Yifan still knows that it usually flickers like fireflies in the open field in the rainy weather, and it is said that it will follow the footsteps of people and follow it all the time.

In the summer Zhuangzi, people like to sleep outside, and the ghost fire also likes to join in the fun at this time, it often appears in the direction of the top of people's heads in the middle of the night, constantly jumping and flashing, wondering about the state of people at this time.

When people found out about the ghost fire, most of them were so frightened that they quickly covered their heads and continued to pretend to be asleep, allowing it to jump and flash above their heads, and their hearts were full of fear, but they didn't dare to move.

At this time, in the tavern opposite, the jumping oil lamp was the ghost fire that monitored him.

Zhuo Yifan knew that there should be a few people under the oil lamp who were constantly monitoring him. It's just that in the dark of night, they can't see themselves and don't know what they're doing. Actually, they don't care about what they're doing, they just care about other sects not snatching them away!

Zhuo Yifan was still hugging the old beggar's corpse tightly, and after the eggs and egg soup were in his stomach, he was much more sober, and he even felt that what he had eaten just now was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life.

Then he felt that these things were also the bloodiest things in his life, because they smelled of the blood of the old beggar everywhere.

The north wind is still blowing, and the dry and cold of the first month has not been restrained because there are still many unclothed people in the world, and it is still endlessly releasing cold air, which makes people tremble.

Zhuo Yifan hugged the old beggar's corpse, only to feel that he couldn't sleep all night, I don't know if it was because the weather was too cold, or because his heart was too depressed.

More often than not, he lay his head on the old beggar's corpse, motionless.

I don't know how long it took, the white of the fish belly in the east began to show the corners of the head, and then the morning sun rose, and the touch of refreshing red glow did not recede because of the tragic death of someone yesterday, but the beauty of everything was the same.

Soon, the sun came out. Maybe it's because it can't get used to seeing too many dark corners in the world, so it will try its best to spray out, let its warm light wash away the darkness and coldness of the world, and let the world bathe in the sunshine together.

Several other beggars had also woken up by this time, and they walked up to the dead old beggar, shaking his body, but he did not respond.

They dragged him away from Zhuo Yifan, and then several people began to lift him up.

"Where are you going to carry him?" Zhuo Yifan shouted loudly.

Several beggars just looked at him with a smile on their faces, did not respond, and carried him out into the street.

"These madmen are quite spiritual, and every time their partners die, they will always carry them to the back mountain for burial. You say they're really stupid or fake, or if not, how do you know how to carry the body away and bury it?" said a vendor setting up a stall on the corner of the street to a vendor in a neighboring stall.

"Who says it's not, there were dozens of beggars here, and now there are only a few left, and the rest are buried by them after they die, usually they are crazy, but at this time they seem to be very sober, it's strange!" the other replied.

After Zhuo Yifan heard this, he felt a little comforted in his heart, just now he was worried about where these beggars would throw away the old beggar's body, but now it seems that he is too worried.

It is not yet the first month, the weather is still dry and cold, although Zhuo Yifan ate four eggs yesterday, as well as the egg soup with cotton wool on the collar, but after all, the quantity is limited, and he is hungry and thirsty at this time.

Because he wanted to know the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword too much, Qiu Wancheng, the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, came to see him.

"The kid surnamed Zhuo, have you figured it out? Let's tell us quickly, didn't I tell you earlier, you know the whereabouts of the blood-drinking sword is a scourge, not a gospel, why bother to get into trouble?" Qiu Wancheng said bitterly.

"I've already said it, I really don't know, and if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!" Zhuo Yifan said weakly.

"It's really hard-mouthed, it looks like you haven't suffered enough sin!

"Surnamed Qiu, don't be complacent, I'm dying anyway. You tortured me, you won't be torturing me for long, hahaha......" Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly.

"How many days has he not eaten or drunk?" Qiu Wancheng asked to Qingyan.

"Judging from people's ability to bear, if he doesn't drink water and eat, he shouldn't be able to survive today, and the weak one died yesterday. Yesterday he should have been dying, and today he collapsed and died, but it was strange that he could survive to this day when he looked weak. Blue-eyed whispered.

Hearing this, Qiu Wancheng was a little afraid, if he really tortured Zhuo Yifan to death, he would not only be empty, but also offended other martial arts sects, after all, he took the lead in catching Zhuo Yifan for interrogation, and if he didn't make it good, other sects might think that the Flying Dragon Gate had obtained the secret of the Blood Drinking Sword.

He paced, staring at Zhuo Yifan, who was still unruly.

After a while, he lowered his voice, lowered his body and said: "Master Zhuo, my Flying Dragon Gate originally had no grievances with you, but in order to save your life, the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword must be revealed." I can give you something to eat and drink right now, but there is one condition. "Autumn Wan Cheng Dao.