Gou became a martial saint in another world

Chapter 3 Survival is Difficult
In the dense darkness, there seemed to be a sound of wind.

It seemed to be the low panting sound of a wild animal again.

Not long after the scream just came out, the second and third screams came quickly.

what!what…

Getting closer every time.

The most recent one rang directly next to Yang Fang, the voice was extremely shrill, as if something terrible happened before he died,
Now Yang Fang's heart almost jumped out, and he hurriedly hid under the bed, trembling and terrified.

He seemed to have foreseen his end.

That evil spirit is active in his area, and is about to rush into his place?

However, over time.

There was no movement in the room.

Yang Xin felt nervous, and could clearly hear his own heartbeat beating like a drum.

This torment is too painful.

He didn't dare to stretch his head to look, what if that evil spirit was standing beside his bed?
With bitterness in his heart, he lay under the bed, waiting anxiously.

That's it, time passes.

Before I knew it, there was a rooster crowing outside, as if it was dawn.

Yang Fang finally became more courageous. He stretched out his head and looked into the dark room.

The room was empty, and there was no trace of the evil spirit.

"It didn't come to kill me?"

Yang Xin felt uneasy, and it has not completely calmed down yet.

The most recent scream was right next door.

He thought he couldn't escape this disaster.

Suddenly, Yang Fang looked at a rusty sword on the wall.

He bought the rusty sword from a street stall for eighty renminbi. The rusty sword is mottled, and the blades on both sides have been pitted. Although he has re-sharpened it, it still looks dilapidated.

He crawled out of the bed, grabbed the Rusty Sword, retreated to the corner, and gritted his teeth to try to practice the Thirteen Swords of Blast in the room.

No matter what, he had to find a way to protect himself first.

The crowing of chickens outside became more and more frequent.

The originally dark sky began to gradually brighten until the sun rose completely.

There were noisy discussions in the distance. It seemed that many people had come out. Judging from their voices and tone, everyone was full of horror.

Yang Fang finally stopped practicing his sword, panting, and looked at the panel in front of him.

Name: Yang Fang

Lifespan: 21/32 years

Repair: not entered (20/30)

Mind Method: Getting Started with Yang Yan Jue (6/100)

Martial Skills: Introduction to Galewind Thirteen Swords (30/100)

Qualifications: Terrible (1/5)

It took about two hours to practice.

疾风十三剑的进度从（18/100）变成了（30/100），平均七8分钟左右练完一次。

Although his cultivation base was still unfinished, he felt that his reaction ability and speed had greatly improved.

This feeling is like practicing Dugu Nine Swords without internal strength. Although the moves are soft, the advantage is that the reaction is faster.

Yang Fang's heart skipped a beat, and boldly, he looked outside through the crack of the door.

His room is extremely simple, and there is no yard outside, so he can easily see the situation outside.

I saw a lot of people gathered outside, talking about it.

"Dead, all dead, more than 30 people died in this area last night!"

"More than 30 people? It's terrible!"

"What kind of evil thing is this, when will it go on like this!!"

"That evil thing is extremely cunning. A few days ago, it was still active in the East Lane. Unexpectedly, it came directly to the West Lane tonight. It is really hard to guard against."

Yang Fang heard a lot of information from everyone's discussion.

The strength of this evil thing is terrifying, and its activities are erratic.

I was in Dongfang a few days ago, and came to Xifang last night.

"Can I go back?"

His lips were dry, and he looked at his left arm again.

He didn't want to stay in this world for a quarter of an hour.

If he had known this, he should have believed Zheng Fanghua's words and asked him for more information.

Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door suddenly, and then a voice came from outside the door, "Is Brother Yang Fang still there?"

Yang Fang quickly looked out through the crack of the door.

I saw a dark-skinned figure in the same tattered, patched clothes, knocking on the door, as if to confirm whether he was still alive.

Yang Fang vaguely remembered the other party's name in his mind.

Wang Hai.

They are friends of the original owner in Fuyun Wharf, they are all coolies of Fuyun Wharf, and they live not far away.

"Still."

Yang Fang tried to calm his voice and respond.

"Are you still there? That's great. I thought you were killed too."

Wang Hai outside spoke in surprise.

"Yeah, I heard the screams last night, and I was too scared to go out."

Yang Fang responded.

"It's all right now, just open the door!"

Wang Hai said.

Yang Fang hesitated for a moment, but still opened the door from the inside.

The morning sun was glaring.

There are muddy roads in front of him, and looking forward, there are houses made of mud and thatch, and there are figures in ragged clothes, who are watching next door and next door, amazed and discussing.

"You're really fine."

Wang Hai showed joy, looked at Yang Fang, and said, "By the way, Cheng Guanshi is on duty at the pier today, you remember to go there early, Cheng Guanshi is always strict, don't go late, I have something to do, I have to go first gone."

Seeing that Yang Fang was fine, he gave some instructions and left here directly.

Yang Fang's complexion changed, and his heart was complicated.

This is the ancient life of poverty?

Thinking in his mind, some impressions about Cheng Guanshi soon emerged.

In my impression, this manager Cheng has a cruel personality and is extremely difficult to get along with. He would beat and scold workers at every turn, and many workers were even beaten to death by him.

He decided not to go to work, so he walked home immediately, rummaged through the rice and noodle jars, and started looking for food, but turned around and found that the rice and noodle jars were all empty.

In addition, the money left by the original owner is also very little, only thirty Wen.

Yang Xin was speechless.

Didn't this guy save some rice when he was alive?

Or is it that rice is too expensive in this world?
He took thirty Wen and walked outside.

Not far from this slum is a spacious and prosperous market, and further away from the market, there are mansions and pavilions, row upon row, lined up together.

It seems that it is already a rich area, which is fundamentally different from the slum where he lives.

Yang Fang bought four biscuits for four Wen, and only then could he barely fill his stomach.

But this also made his original idea of ​​not wanting to go to work instantly defeated.

I ate four Wen for a meal, and I got 12 Wen for a day.

With 26 Wen on my body now, I can't eat it for three days.

"We still have to go to the pier to unload."

Yang Fang said to himself.

As for looking for other jobs, I can only look for them when I am free.

If he didn't find other jobs and lost his job at the dock, wouldn't he starve to death?

Regardless of whether you can travel back or not, let's talk about passing this level first.

"But I should be different from these people. I have a proficiency panel. As long as I refresh my proficiency, I will gradually become stronger and change my destiny sooner or later!"

Yang Fang secretly thought.

Thinking about it this way, the future is not so bleak.

He immediately rushed to the pier.

The Fuyun Wharf is a huge wharf built on the edge of Yunshui. It belongs to the Sanhe Gang, the largest local gang. There are probably dozens of poor people working here, and their wages are paid every day. Ten Wen.

There are still many people who can't get in because of their heads.

As soon as Yang Fang came over, he saw a man in yellow silk and satin on the pier, with two beards, holding a black whip, with an indifferent expression, standing on the pier, sweeping towards them.

There was a stick of incense standing beside him, and the stick of incense was burned out immediately, leaving only the size of a fingernail.

Once the stick of incense is burned out, those workers who came late will undoubtedly have to be severely whipped by him.

Serious cases can even be beaten to death on the spot.

Yang Fang smirked, and ran over at a speed.

"Next time, if you press it a little more, it won't be used."

Cheng Guanshi's tone was indifferent.

Yang Fang's complexion changed, he quickly responded and ran over at a faster pace.

"You're finally here. You were almost too late. Steward Chen took a whip, at least he can kill half of you."

Wang Hai leaned over and whispered.

Next, they began a full day of unloading work.

For Yang Fang, who had never done physical strength in his previous life, such a job was simply fatal.

After only working for half a day, he was so tired that his waist was sore and his legs hurt, and he almost wanted to give up.

But when he thought of the whip in Cheng Guanshi's hand, he felt fear in his heart, so he gritted his teeth and persisted.

This is a society that doesn't take human life seriously. Going on strike casually is not as simple as being deducted from wages. It may cost you half your life.

In this way, the whole day passed.

At dusk, the day's work was over, and today's ten coins were received.

Yang Fang was sore all over, looking at the black copper coin in his hand, his heart felt bitter.

He was an attending physician in a mental hospital.

People who sit in an office almost most of the time.

But now he suddenly transmigrated and became a person at the bottom of the ancient society.

The huge psychological gap made him quite uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)