Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

A white hand was clasped on his wrist. The hand was too cold. The cold child trembled, maybe cold, maybe afraid.

But when he looked up and saw that it was not the beating beggars who were holding him, but the newcomer who had just given him half a steamed bun last night, he was obviously relieved.

By the way, I misunderstood the meaning of qianniang.

"Will you go begging with me? You're new here. If you don't know this place well, you can follow me. If you can get familiar with it, you can ask for more food in the future. " The child whispered.

However, the signer tilted her head, loosened his wrist, and nodded her fingertips in the center of his eyebrows.

It was still very cold, and the child was shivered by the cold body, but he was still a smiling face to the signer.

"Go out through the west gate. Don't go in the official way. Go." With such a specious remark, even some of them were mindless, the signer went back and lay with her back against the wall.

Wrapped in the body of the cloth and some, this will also hide the eyes.

Passers by only think that she is half dead asleep.

Even when some beggars walk by, they will kick her and say, "if you want to die, stay away. If you die, we will waste our energy to throw you to the mass grave."

There are many beggars who say such words, but they all leave after saying that. They still want to beg, and they will not put more energy on the new man who looks very thin.

When the signer said something, the child was stunned and puzzled. He didn't quite understand why the signer wanted to go to the west gate by himself.

But he didn't ask. He came to the signer's side and hesitated for a while. He stretched out his hand to pull the rag she was wrapped in and asked, "do you want to go out with me?"

After asking this, he waited for a while, but the signer didn't reply to him.

That sentence is a hexagram she calculated for the child, which can be regarded as returning the half steamed bread he had last night.

She was too lazy to talk about anything else. As for whether the child would listen to her or not, it was not a matter for the signer to consider.

Fate is there. It's just the difference between early arrival and late arrival. She reminds the child that it's just to help him advance the fate that belongs to him.

It's not too much hindrance. Even if he doesn't go today, the fate will still meet in the future. The difference is that the child will be a beggar for a long time.

He didn't wait for his wife's answer. He hesitated for a long time and didn't ask any more. He tied the long cloth to his face again to cover his big and frightening eyes.

He took his stick and bowl and walked to the place where he often begged.

He has walked this road many times. In fact, even if he is blindfolded, there is no difference between walking this road with his eyes open.

The beggars in the alley are graded, and the places where they beg also have their own territory.

The most prosperous places where good things can be begged are usually those fixed beggars.

The weaker the power is, the worse the place where they can go begging is, and the less things they can get, but they still have to offer the most.

But he didn't worry about it. He often went to the west gate, which was close to the gate. The people who lived there were not rich and satisfied with food and clothing.

So for door-to-door beggars or roadside beggars, they usually can't give any alms.