"I will die." As soon as Zhang Guiji finished speaking, his eyes were covered with darkness.
It took so long for Old Beggar's blow to take effect.
He was unconscious for a long time.
During this time, he woke up, but saw darkness on all sides. He knew it was night, so he fell asleep again.
He fell into a dark and sweet dream to replenish the energy lost in his ten-year-old body.
He hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time.
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Following Lao Jinghua on the road, begging for food along the way, my stomach would often sink with hunger.
He had been imprisoned in the firewood shed for three years before, and now he was living a hard life, and he didn't feel any different.
Because in this kind of situation, people have only one desire left.
Feed your belly.
The old beggar wrapped his good-quality clothes and gave him another piece of shabby clothes to cover his body, because the good clothes can be used in exchange for food.
The old beggar didn't dare to use the money in his small bag, and he wouldn't have used it unless he was so hungry that he almost fainted.
Sometimes, the old beggar would complain to him: "In the past, I only had to feed one person, but you are really a drag on others!"
Lao Jinghua would occasionally recite poems to Yue, and occasionally tell him something about Confucian classics on a whim.
He knew that this old beggar was by no means an ordinary beggar.
"Aji, what were you talking about that day?"
"What?"
"The day I knocked you unconscious, you seemed to be talking about what would make you die. What was it that made you die?"
"I won't tell."
"Speak."
"Once I tell you, you will definitely leave me and ignore me."
"Why did I leave you?"
"People say I'm unlucky."
"Oh?" Old Beggar found it interesting, "Is this why you can't stay at home?"
The old beggar sat upright and cleared his ears with his little finger: "Old man, I am all ears. I haven't asked you yet, why did you show up in the ruined temple that day?"
Zhang Guiji looked at the mud with childish eyes, and the fingers of his hands intertwined hesitantly.
The sun shines brightly above the head, the ancient trees provide shade, and the chirping of birds can be heard from time to time.
Zhang Guiji bit his lower lip.
"Speak?" Lao Jiaohua lay lazily beside the root of the tree and urged gently.
"It was my mother who let me out..."
"Yeah." Old Beggar nodded, indicating that he was listening.
"After my father died, my uncle said that I had cursed him to death and locked me in the woodshed."
"Then your mother lets you out..."
"I was imprisoned for three years." He only knew how many years had passed because he remembered hearing the excitement of the New Year outside.
"How did you curse your father to death?"
"He was going to do business, and I saw him die." After Zhang Guiji said this, he began to shrink uneasily, "I forgot what I said, I just saw him dead, so I told him."
"Huh?" Old Beggar deliberately pretended to be disbelieving and frowned.
"You do not believe?"
"Believe it, how could you not believe it?"
"I also saw the death of many people, and they were all dead!"
"Then who did you see die this time?"
"It's father-in-law. Father-in-law, you will die."
The old beggar became serious and said, "Who has never died since ancient times? Of course I will die. If I don't die, I will be a monster." After a pause, he added, "The question is, when will I die?"
"Soon."
"No, I can't die so early." Old Beggar regained his smile and stroked Zhang Guiji's head, "How did I die?"
"I can't see clearly."
"How can I see clearly?"
It was the first time that Zhang Guiji met someone who was not afraid of what he said. He felt happy and became bold: "I only need to touch that person to see..."
The old beggar stretched out his skinny arms.
Zhang Guiji looked at his hand hesitantly.
"bring it on."
Zhang Guiji glanced at Lao Beghua's eyes and licked his tongue.
He boldly stretched out his little hand.
Before his hand touched the old beggar, his mind suddenly shook.
He felt that his brain was churning, and sticky things poured in instantly.
His body lost all feeling in an instant, leaving only a brain wallowing in the rough waves.
Veins popped up on his neck, and the pupils of his eyes swelled to their maximum size, looking into bottomless depths.
His whole body was shaking like crazy, as if he couldn't stand the "thoughts" that kept pouring into his mind.
As long as a person has a thought, he will have endless desires.
What's more, at this moment, there are thousands of thoughts, mercilessly crowded into his mind.
These thoughts were searching for a place to live in his brain cells, searching every strand of his thoughts and stimulating every nerve in him.
He lost the consciousness to retract his arm and just sucked the information from Lao Beghua's mind.
He forgot...
"Aji!" Lao Jiaohua shouted, forcing him to dig his head out of his thoughts and look around in panic.
He quickly retracted his palm, only to feel that his palm was numb and his heart was still pounding excitedly in his chest.
He looked at the old beggar guiltily.
"How is it? Aji," Old Beggar asked, "do you know?"
"knew……"
"Did someone kill me?"
"Yes, there are five people..." He was frightened by what he saw. "Some of them have knives, some have swords..."
"That's right."
The old beggar reached out and took out something from his clothes.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a piece of purple bamboo with the four characters "Guangdong Nanhai" engraved on it.
At that time, the Song Dynasty divided the world into twenty-six roads. The area around the Guangdong River was called Guangnan, which was further divided into Guangnan East Road and Guangnan West Road. Later Guangdong and Guangxi were derived from this name. There are prefectures under the road, and there are "Guo County" and "county" units under the prefecture. Nanhai is Guo County, which is adjacent to Guangzhou, the largest port in the world at that time.
"We beggars have increased a lot over the years," said the old beggar. "There have been years of famine, and the court has scorned the people. The people have become refugees, begging for food, selling children, or performing arts. In short, they are just trying to survive. You can continue to live.”
"Refugee...?"
"I heard that there was a flood in your hometown, and a group of people lost their livelihood. They are slowly forming a large number of refugees heading north."
Zhang Guiji remained silent. He knew about the flood.
"Because beggars without management can cause big troubles, so we formed a 'group' to help each other. People call us 'beggars group' and also 'beggars group'."
This is the first time Zhang Guiji has heard of these things.
"We have our own regiments all over the world. Old man, I..." Lao Jinghua emphasized, "I am the leader of the regiment of Guangnan East Road, Guangzhou Nanhai County."
"What kind of person is Tuantou?"
"That's the kind of person I am."
Zhang Guiji looked at the dry and thin old beggar in confusion.
"Good boy!" Lao Jinghua suddenly looked fierce and clasped his neck with one hand for no reason, "Are you still pretending?"
Zhang Guiji was shocked and instinctively wanted to break away from Lao Jinghua, but the more he struggled, the stronger the force on his neck became.
"They set up such a beautiful trap to trick me. They wrote down their origins on paper, and they also made nonsense, saying! Who sent you here?" As he said this, the old beggar increased his strength.
"Old man..." Zhang Guiji finally squeezed out these words.
The old beggar applied too much force for a moment, and Zhang Guiji rolled his eyes and his face turned purple.
Waiters, do the math, how many times has Zhang Guiji fainted since his appearance?
This is the third time.
Lao Jiahua is very old, as old as a skeleton that falls apart at the slightest touch. It creaks even when he walks.
But when he took action, it was so fast that he couldn't even catch up in the blink of an eye.
In other words, in the blink of an eye, he can complete all the actions. When you open your eyes again, you think he has never made a move.
So Zhang Guiji couldn't escape.
He walked in front of the old beggar and was forced by him to walk to a nearby town.
"If you dare to lie to me, I will kill you and cook you immediately." The old beggar's voice was not very strong, it seemed soft, but it made people feel numb and cold on the back of the neck.
Zhang Guiji is not afraid of him.
He was actually angry.
Since he was a child, people have been afraid of him and kept away from him because they believed in his words. At that time, all he wanted to do was to get close to everyone and live like ordinary people.
Now there is finally someone who is willing to get close to him, but this person doesn't believe him at all!
He didn't understand why he was angry either.
Watchers, don't forget, he is only ten years old.
There was no freehand impression of childhood in his growth, only many, many doubts.
What exists in his heart is not the right and wrong of the human world, but the reaction of natural nature.
He wants to prove his innocence.
