After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

It was early spring, at dusk, and the red glow in the sky spread from not far away, swallowing up half of the sky.

Even though it was getting dark, there were still many residents coming and going on the South Street of Baishan Town. The sounds of vendors hawking their wares and maids yelling and cursing mixed together, making the street extremely lively.

Wen Chu was squatting in a corner of the street, holding a lot of talismans in her hands. She would call out from time to time when someone walked by.

"Two coins! Two coins! Two coins for everything. We have all kinds of talismans for praying for wealth, fame, romance, etc."

She was not very old, about sixteen years old, and was wearing a light blue coarse cloth dress with many patches of different sizes on it. Looking down, her trouser legs were tucked into her white socks, and she was wearing a pair of green shoes on her feet, dressed like a little Taoist priest.

Even though she was dressed so simply, it was still difficult to hide her extraordinary beauty. Perhaps it was because her skin was naturally fair, so even in the wind and sun, her skin was still fair and white.
The girl has porcelain-white skin, an oval face, a cherry mouth, and especially her eyes, which are as bright as stars and beautiful.

The only flaw is that she is too thin, so thin that one would think her bones would be broken with the slightest touch.

Seeing people passing by in front of her but no one stopping in front of her, she sighed deeply and frowned.

It was the same again. I stood there from morning until it was almost dark, but I didn't sell many talismans.

If she continues like this, with her daily expenses exceeding her income, she will starve to death sooner or later.

Wen Chu used to have a grandfather in his family. When Old Man Wen was still alive, Wen Chu followed him around to sell talismans. Old Man Wen was an old Taoist priest, over sixty years old, with a long white beard and a Taoist robe, looking like an immortal. As long as he followed Old Man Wen around the town, the talismans would be sold out quickly.

But Old Man Wen didn't survive the winter and passed away two months ago.

If it weren't for the little money that Old Man Wen left before he died, Wen Chu wouldn't have been alive today if she had to rely solely on selling talismans for a living.

She only had a few melons and two dates left on her body, and only vegetable leaves and rice were left at home, and even the oil was almost gone. She squatted on the ground, and the more she thought about it, the more worried she became. How was she going to live in the future?

The roof had been leaking all night and his stomach made a rumbling sound at an inopportune moment. Wen Chu had only eaten a sesame bun at noon the whole day and was already starving.

Her home was not in the town, but in a village at the foot of the mountain, a distance away from here. It was just the beginning of spring, and it was still a little chilly at night. Seeing that it was getting dark, she sighed and began to pack up.

Forget it, let’s go home. There are some vegetable leaves at home that we can eat.

You can survive by making do.

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By the time Wen Chu was about to get home, it was already very dark. The sky was dotted with stars, and even the moon was very round tonight, and the moonlight made the path home a little brighter.

The old Taoist priest and Wen Chu moved in later. Their home is a bit remote with few neighbors nearby. They can get home by turning a few small roads.

Passing by a river, the sound of the gurgling river was even clearer in the night. The temperature at night really dropped a few degrees. Wen Chu pulled up his collar, trying to block the biting cold wind, but because the clothes were too thin, this move was in vain.

There is a century-old banyan tree by the river. The tree is very large, with dark green branches and leaves that are lush and verdant, shining like silk in the moonlight. The branches are even more sturdy, and three people cannot hug its waist.

Wen Chu sniffed his nose, which was red from the night wind, rubbed his hands, and quickened his pace.

At this time of day, there would be some aunties washing clothes together by the river. She could always hear their chattering when passing by here, but tonight, it was unusually quiet.

In the past two months, except for windy and rainy days, Wen Chu could see people every time he passed by this river. But tonight, there was no one beside the gurgling river.

Wen Chu's heartbeat unconsciously quickened a little.

Something is wrong. Something is really wrong.

The night was silent. Apart from the sound of wind and flowing water, there was only the sound of Wen Chu's violent heartbeat.

She felt strange and became nervous.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew over, and a strong smell of blood came with the night wind. She rubbed her nose and almost thought that she was fainted from hunger, but when she sniffed twice again, it was indeed the smell of blood.

Wen Chu's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Suddenly, a short, sharp scream broke the silence of the night sky, scaring away even the birds.
"what!!!"

Under the huge banyan tree, there was a man lying covered in blood.

Wen Chu's eyes suddenly widened, and because of the sudden shock, he accidentally tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

She was not aware of the pain from her hands being cut by stones, and she just stared at the person lying under the huge banyan tree without moving.

It was this person who scared Wen Chu to death.

It wasn't that she was timid, it was just that the man was too terrifying. When Fang was tense and caught a glimpse of him unexpectedly, she couldn't help but exclaim.

The ground was covered with blood, staining the earth beneath him.

The man had countless wounds on his body. There were marks of swords and knives on his arms, deep enough to see the bones. Not only that, there were also several bloody holes stabbed in his body, which were still oozing blood. The clothes on his body had long since turned into a bloody shirt, and only from the corners of the clothes that had not been stained with blood could one vaguely recognize that it was originally a white shirt.

Wen Chu raised his eyes and saw his face clearly in the moonlight. Even in such a state, with his face covered in blood, he could still be seen to be very handsome.

No wonder there is no one here, I think it’s all because of this person.

It was late at night and it was like seeing a ghost. Who wouldn’t be scared?

It took her a long time to calm down, but she saw that the man still had his eyes closed and did not respond to her shouting.

Wen Chu was shocked. Could it be that he was already dead? !

The raging cold wind brought Wen Chu back to her senses, and she quickly got up from the ground.

Reason told her that she should pretend not to see the man and turn around and leave immediately, but Wen Chu was still led by some unknown force to walk towards the man.

When I got closer, I found that his face was as pale as paper, like a sculpture of ice and snow, and there was no trace of blood on his lips. From the looks of it, I couldn't tell whether he was really dead.

Thinking of this, Wen Chu tried to feel his breath with trembling hands.

At the same time, the injured man opened his eyes. Song Yusheng had been lying here since the afternoon. At that time, he was not as miserable as he is now, and he still had some vitality on his face. However, because he had been lying here and no one rescued him, he bled more and more, and his injuries became more and more serious, so that now he was on the verge of death.

The time from afternoon to midnight was extremely difficult. From dawn to dusk, Song Yusheng could clearly feel the blood in his body draining away bit by bit, but he could do nothing.

The only thing he could do was to press hard on his wound to prevent the blood from flowing out too quickly. But there were too many blood holes on his body, so it was of no use.

This small river is clean and clear. On weekdays, many women come here to wash clothes. Even if there are no women washing clothes, there are often many people passing by on this road.

How could such a person fall without anyone noticing?

Song Yusheng did meet quite a few people.

But everyone avoided him like the plague. When they looked at him, they acted as if they had seen a ghost or something dirty. Not to mention saving him, they even cursed him for being unlucky.

He just watched the braver villagers cursing at him and the timid villagers being scared away by him.

In short, no one would approach him, let alone save him.

It was a miracle that Song Yusheng could escape from the poisoning by those people. Perhaps his luck had really run out. He had no strength to move and could not do anything. He was almost dying and just closed his eyes waiting for his death.

He actually heard Wen Chu's scream just now, but he thought that she would soon escape from here like those people, so he didn't even bother to open his eyes.

Hearing someone approaching him quietly, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Their eyes met, and Wen Chu saw that Song Yusheng's eyes showed no sadness or joy, as if they were a pool of stagnant water, with a cold chill.

I don't know when the evil wind started blowing, and the cold wind became increasingly biting and more bone-chilling.

Wen Chu was startled by Song Yusheng's sudden opening of his eyes and quickly took a few steps back.
Not dead.

She patted her chest for a while before she calmed down her thoughts. The man in front of her opened his eyes and said nothing, just looked at her.

It was a dark and windy night. In this situation, the best thing Wen Chu could do was to stay out of other people's business and pretend he didn't see this person.

Moreover, she was so poor that her family could barely make ends meet. Even this Taoist robe had been patched up for two or three years. In addition, she spent more than she earned every day, and the little money she had was running out.

Even if she carried him home, she had no money to save him.

But seeing how miserable his condition was, Wen Chu could guarantee that if she left, he would definitely not survive the night.
No, not to mention tonight, I won’t be able to survive for even an hour.

Wen Chu hesitated for a long time, unable to move forward or backward.

Forget it. When you are undecided, just tell your fortune.

With the help of the moonlight from the sky, she took out three copper coins from her bosom, sat on the ground, and started throwing copper coins.

Wen Chu's fortune-telling skills have always been very accurate. If he were to tell fortunes for others, he would guarantee that every prediction would be correct. However, Old Man Wen does not tell fortunes for anyone himself, nor does he allow Wen Chu to tell fortunes for anyone.

The night was as dark as ink, and only the faint moonlight could make out the yin and yang sides of the copper coin. She calmed down and realized that she was doing this fortune-telling for herself, not for others, so it didn't matter.

A cup of tea passed and Wen Chu counted three times. The first time was very bad, but Wen Chu still refused to leave. He counted twice more, but unfortunately the result was the same three times.

There is really nothing to be said about this divination.

Wen Chu knew before she took out the copper coin that she really shouldn't save this man. He was seriously injured, and it was obvious that he was injured by his enemies. Every knife was aimed at taking his life. Moreover, judging from his appearance, he must not be an ordinary person. Saving him would inevitably involve a lot of trouble.

The spring breeze was bleak, and the only sounds around were the gurgling of the river and Wen Chu's occasional sighs.

After Song Yusheng opened his eyes, he saw a pale-faced little Taoist priest standing in front of him. When he saw that the little Taoist priest was hesitant and indecisive at first, he guessed what she was thinking.

This is nothing more than a dilemma between saving and not saving.

Song Yusheng didn't have much hope to begin with, but when he saw her sitting on the ground and telling fortunes with a serious look on her face, he knew that she would eventually leave this place like those passers-by.

Sure enough, under the dim moonlight, he saw the young Taoist pick up the copper coin on the ground and put it back in his arms. When he stood up, he was still muttering, "What a vicious man! He is so evil! He really has no good heart at all."

Wen Chu finally hardened his heart, turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)