Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 184 You’ll never know until you die

"Squeak..."

The chirping of crickets could be heard from the watermelon field from time to time.

Inside the house, several beggars were eating pieces of meat from their bowls, enjoying the delicious smell.

A little beggar brought some fragrant meat fresh out of the pot to the window and said, "Godfather, you've worked so hard. Let's eat."

The old beggar turned over on the bed. His face was covered with pockmarks and his beard was mostly white, but his complexion was ruddy and his cheeks were full of fat. He looked quite wealthy.

These days, decent people can’t even get enough food or warm clothes, but these beggars have plenty to eat.

"The Cai family is almost done. Go and send a message tomorrow. We'll get the money and leave early. This is such a shabby place. Everyone is so poor."

The old beggar said with an unhappy look on his face.

"Yes, yes, godfather, be careful of the heat." The little beggar carefully handed the bowl to the old beggar.

Upon hearing this, several other little beggars immediately gathered around him and said, "Godfather, where are we going next?"

"Let's go to the south. There are many rich people there. We can just find a few rich families and have enough food for us to eat for the rest of our lives."

"Southern... can we still come back?"

"return?"

The old beggar held the bowl with a smile and touched the heads of the young beggars with one hand: "Don't worry, when we save enough money, I will buy you a house in the south and marry you a southern girl. Then you can bring me over and enjoy the good life together."

The old beggar smiled and told the young beggars about the benefits of the south, and he became more and more excited as he spoke.

It's very strange. I have never been to the South, but I seem to be very familiar with it. Some words come out of my mouth without even thinking.

From the talk of economic openness to educational resources and then to future housing prices, the little beggars felt as if they were dreaming and looked at the old beggar with more and more admiration.

Little did he know that the old beggar was also admiring himself. He could brag so coherently and there were not many people who could brag to his level.

Maybe he was tired, or maybe he was so busy talking that he didn't have time to eat. Now the old beggar was also hungry, so he picked up the meat and ate it slowly.

Several little beggars also stood up and squatted on the ground for a long time, their legs becoming numb.

After getting up and moving around for a while, he went outside to get some water and came back to continue eating.

After leaving the yard, two beggars were standing at the door and urinating.

"Brother Faner, are your words about godfather true?"

"Of course it's true. When has godfather ever lied to us? Sangou, you have sent a lot of money to our family over the years. Didn't you just send the money back some time ago? 50 yuan. Your father couldn't make that much money even after farming for three years."

San Gou nodded, but said with an embarrassed look: "That's true, but... I haven't sent a letter to my family yet, and I feel uneasy."

"Oh, there's not even a telephone in our village. How can you communicate? It's ok to send a letter back, but how can you receive a reply when we have no fixed place to live?"

"After this job is done, godfather will take us to the south and buy a big house. By then, don't even think about replying to your letter. We can even bring your parents over."

San Gou agreed when he heard this.

Just as Sangou put on his trousers and prepared to walk into the house, suddenly a piece of white paper floated over and landed right on Sangou's face.

"Ugh!"

San Gou's face was covered with white paper and he reached out to grab it, but just as he pulled the paper off his face, before he could even curse, a black shadow rushed up in front of him.

Sangou opened his eyes wide and was about to shout, but he saw a short black shadow coming forward and kicking Sangou directly in the neck.

"Snapped!"

Sangou's neck tilted and his body involuntarily turned around on the spot, with his head drooping down.

When Brother Fan next to him saw this, his first reaction was not to call for help, but to turn around and run out.

This guy is not stupid, on the contrary he thinks very quickly.

He knew that if he called for help, he would have no chance of survival. But if he turned around and ran, the other party's target was not him, so he might be worried about alerting the enemy, so they might give him a chance to survive.

Those who can survive in the underworld, regardless of whether they are adults or children, must have their own little calculations in mind.

Fan Ge'er's idea was correct. Seeing this, Sun Miao did not chase him. However, what Fan Ge'er could not have expected was that as soon as he ran, another figure suddenly jumped out from the weeds in front of him.

He raised his hand and punched Fan Ge'er right in the heart with the Black Tiger Heart Punch. After this punch, Fan Ge'er's eyes suddenly went black and he couldn't breathe.

Immediately afterwards, his throat was grabbed, and the fingers twisted Fan Ge'er's slender neck. Immediately, his thin body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The old beggar in the room suddenly opened his eyes and looked outside the door as if he sensed something.

The double eyelids jumped suddenly and he slowly sat up from the bed.

He glanced at the other four beggars in the room and gestured to keep quiet: "Just keep it short! There are quite a few people hiding outside the kiln."

The four little beggars were shocked when they heard this, and immediately took out the hidden knives and held them in their hands without making any noise.

The four of them looked at each other, slowly walked to the door, and looked out through the gap in the door.

It was a dark night and eerily quiet.

Ergou and Fan Ge'er were nowhere to be seen.

"Godfather!"

The old beggar immediately raised his hand, signaling them not to speak, and then walked to the door, picked up the bamboo stick he usually used, and carefully opened the door a crack.

"The guy standing side by side on the box outside the kiln, pass the threshold!"

The old beggar waited for a while, and seeing no one responded, he frowned and asked again in plain language.

"Brother outside, can you please sign up?"

As soon as he said this, he heard a burst of cold laughter from the yard: "Who do you think you are? You have done such a shameless thing, and you are not worthy of being discussed with us brothers."

The old beggar's face darkened when he heard this. The other party did not speak to him in jargon, but used jargon to attack him, which was clearly a sign of looking down on him and intending to kill him.

I have been in the business world for many years, and this is the first time I have been looked down upon like this.

"I am the Soul-Calling Toad. Who do you think you are to look down on me like this?"

The old beggar had a gloomy face, but now the enemy was hidden and he was in the light, and he didn't know the other party's origins, so it was indeed difficult to take action.

His eyes immediately rolled around, and he simply opened the door, moved a stool and sat at the door with a smile.

"Go and see how deep they are."

"us??"

The four little beggars looked at each other and their hearts began to beat fast.

"What are you afraid of? As long as they dare to show their heads, I have ways to make them surrender."

When the four little beggars heard this, they were extremely unwilling in their hearts, but looking at the look in the old beggar's eyes, they dared not disobey and could only walk out with bitter faces.

The four men walked out of the house tremblingly, holding knives, axes and sticks.

Until they reached the courtyard, the four of them just stared at each other, back to back, and no one dared to relax.

At this time, a piece of paper floated over from mid-air with the breeze. No one paid attention to it at first, but when the paper floated to the front, the originally soft white paper suddenly became straight, like a sharp sword stabbing over.

"Be careful!!"

Someone noticed something was wrong and hurriedly dodged, but the other little beggar was not so lucky. The flying paper instantly flew across his throat, leaving a red mark on the thin piece of white paper. Immediately afterwards, the little beggar felt a heat on his neck and a stream of blood gushed out.

Before they could see anyone, one of them died in an instant. The remaining three little beggars' hearts began to beat wildly, and they subconsciously turned around to look at the old beggar in the house.

However, when they turned around, the three of them suddenly felt cold all over. A chill hit them and made them shiver all over. They saw that the old beggar who was sitting in the house had disappeared...

It turned out that from the very beginning, the old beggar had never thought of fighting with the people outside.

He knew his own abilities very well. He had learned the skill of calling back souls in his early years, but it was only useful for dealing with ordinary people. If he met someone from underworld, he would be no match for him.

So as soon as the four little beggars left the house, the old beggar immediately climbed out of the small window on the wall of the house and ran away.

The old beggar ran very fast in the watermelon field.

He did not look old and frail at all. Instead, he became more energetic as he ran, and felt as if he had endless energy.

Just when the old beggar was feeling surprised at the physical strength he had displayed tonight, an accident occurred.

A dark shadow suddenly emerged from the haystack and kicked the beggar in a series of kicks.

The old beggar dodged backwards in horror. Strangely enough, his usually stiff hands and feet were now extraordinarily flexible, and the series of kicks did not hurt him at all.

"what!!"

Sun Miao was shocked. He had practiced this set of continuous kicks since he was a child and his grandfather praised him highly. Even the elders in the family said that he could not avoid it.

But now he was easily dodged by someone. Could it be that this beggar is also a master? ?

Just when Sun Miao's series of kicks failed, a series of whooshing sounds came from the bushes.

Three stones shot straight at the beggar's temple and eye sockets. It was dark at night and difficult to see with the naked eye. It was also a sneak attack, so an ordinary person would have no chance of success.

However, the beggar moved his ears slightly and held a bamboo stick in front of him. The bamboo stick was only as thick as a thumb, but it easily blocked the stone as the beggar turned and moved.

The beggar was also confused at the moment, but there was a special feeling in his heart that became stronger and stronger. In a trance, it seemed that all kinds of strange combat experiences kept pouring out of his mind.

Sun Miao and Li Qing failed one after another, which made Zhao Qingming who was hiding behind him terrified.

"Oh no, we've met a tough guy!"

He knew Sun Miao's kung fu, and Li Qing's slingshot was even more tricky. The two of them failed to take down the old beggar in their sneak attack.

This couldn't help but make Zhao Qingming feel a little uneasy.

"I go!!"

As Xiao Ran beside him said this, he had already jumped out. Xiao Ran was extremely fast. He had already figured out that this old beggar was played by a beginner. At the critical moment of life and death, under the intense stimulation, his consciousness had begun to slowly break free from the confusion in the womb.

If the other party were to wake up completely, Sun Miao and Li Qing would probably die here in an instant.

Xiao Ran's figure was incredibly fast. He took two steps at a time and rushed down in an instant, punching the old beggar. The old beggar had already resolved the attacks of Sun Miao and Li Qing in succession at this time. He was becoming more and more confident, thinking that these were just a few little brats. Seeing Xiao Ran rushing towards him, he didn't take him seriously at all. He watched the opportunity, spotted the gap in Xiao Ran's chest, and raised his crutch to poke him.

I saw a cold light flashing at one end of the crutch, and a sharp gun tip popped out from it.

"Be careful!!"

Zhao Qingming became very anxious upon seeing this and hurriedly shouted, but it was obviously too late.

But just as the stick was about to poke into Xiao Ran's chest, a cold murderous intent suddenly appeared in Xiao Ran's eyes.

The moves in front of him suddenly changed direction, and he dodged the stick with lightness skills, and with a flip of his palm, a black dagger quietly appeared in his hand.

"Ichiju Sword Technique: Weasel Pecking!"

The cold dagger circled around Xiao Ran's fingertips, forming a streak of light that suddenly slashed across the old beggar's throat.

"puff!!"

The blade cut a cut as thick as a little finger in the beggar's throat, causing the beggar's body to stiffen and he looked at Xiao Ran in disbelief.

There was confusion and puzzlement in his eyes.

In a moment, my mind became clear, as if all my memories had been restored.

only……

It's too late. It's just like the saying goes, one is confused in the womb and will not know until death.

(End of this chapter)