Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

There are a lot of old bedding in the alley. Beggars all over the city gather here. They are dirty and messy. When they are a long distance away from the entrance of the alley, they can smell the suffocating smell.

I can't describe it, but it's so annoying that I have to avoid it subconsciously.

However, the place that ordinary people can't avoid here is the world of beggars. They even have a clear classification. The highest ranking beggars don't even need to go out to beg, but they can get the best things.

And the closer it is to the inside, the higher its status is.

Yesterday, a new comer came to the alley. The new comer was very thin and small, wrapped in a gray linen cloth, and covered himself tightly, only showing his eyes.

This pair of eyes is too clean, clean enough to make people ignore her, but in this group of beggars, it has become the most disgusting existence of all people.

Now that you have fallen into the dirtiest place, why do you want a clean one?

So on the first day the newcomer came to the alley, he was beaten by the beggars.

But she had been wrapped up in rags and kept silent.

But I don't know that this is the most irritating thing. What they want to see is tears and fear in her clean eyes. Let her beg for mercy. It's better to kneel on the ground, and it's better to hold their feet and lick them in a low voice.

Because he couldn't get the reaction he wanted, the beggar was even more angry. He vented his humiliation, discontent and anger on her.

Anyway, he's just a new beggar. If he dies, he'll die. If he throws it in the mass grave, no one will take care of it.

This new little beggar is the signer. She guesses very well. The way of heaven really threw her into this world. She was still a demon.

Although it did not deprive her of her mind, it made her lose her mana.

Without mana, these mortals can also kill her, and even cause more death because of some of her characteristics.

Because she's a monster, and this is human.

Qianniang lay on the ground and didn't move. Finally, her fists and feet were less and less. After the last person kicked her, he spat and turned to leave.

For a long time, the signer moved her body and slowly leaned against the wall.

Maybe she should thank heaven for not killing her. At least she doesn't need to eat and worry about her food and clothing.

However, this also means that she sits in one place day after day, not knowing her hunger, not knowing what the future will be like, and maybe she will be found as a monster and killed the next moment.

After she died, she could not be reincarnated and turned into a wooden stick. She lost her intelligence and could not go back to the Buddhist world in the West.

May be picked up to play, may be forgotten by time, covered by layers of soil, forever dust.

Her noumenon will not decay. Even if she loses her wisdom, it is also a sign in the West heaven Buddha Hall.

Even so, the signer didn't have the slightest regret. When she thought about it occasionally, she could smile a little and exclaim to herself: "at least, she was also the one who participated in the overall situation. She helped the adult to save countless talents in the six realms."

I slept all night, but fortunately, after those people beat her, they didn't come to her any more.

Because they are also very busy. They are busy begging. No matter how much they come back from begging, they have to supply to the people inside, layer by layer. As a result, the outermost beggars are likely to send the results of their begging day, but they have nothing.