Life is like grass

Half a month later, as time passed to December, the temperature became even worse. Bodies appeared in the ditches in Rat Alley every day. Some people froze to death in the snow and no one knew about it at home.

Every household has its doors closed, for fear of being involved in the whirlpool, and they are also careful when cooking, closing the windows and blocking the cracks in the doors.

Fang Ping traveled between Fuwei Escort Agency and Mouse Alley. He worked in Fuwei Escort Agency during the day and went into the visualization space to practice at night.

It has to be said that although the "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique" is only a health-preserving exercise, it is not as lethal as the fist and kick exercises.

However, when the "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique" reaches the "first glimpse of the door" stage, when it reaches the depth, it can cause the Qi and blood to surge, thus increasing the speed, defense, and strength, and truly making it perfect.

The disadvantage is that this exercise has a high lower limit and a low upper limit, and the practice is as slow as a snail, which is in line with the characteristics of a health-preserving exercise.

Fortunately, Fang Ping has a golden finger. As long as he practices the "Turtle Breath Breathing Technique" in the visualization space every day and accumulates visualization points, he can break through to the next realm.

[Visualization point: 37 (200/37)]

In the morning of this day, the first thing Fang Ping did when he opened his eyes was to glance at the attribute panel that had increased by two points. After taking the wheat cakes Li Rou had wrapped for him, he rushed to Fuwei Escort Agency.

After a while, Fang Ping arrived at Liu San's residence. The guy was already asleep. The room was dark. After Fang Ping entered through the window, he used the moonlight to finish off the sleeping Liu San with a stick and hurriedly touched it.

Just a few big bucks for a poor guy.

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But Zhao Hu didn't sleep, and he was shouting and disturbing the neighbors, which made Fang Ping confused.

The firelight flickered at the window, and a man could be vaguely heard cursing something with his head covered.

"This is a world of cannibalism. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Seriously?" Fang Ping's eyes widened, this opportunity has come!

"Killing...is this what it feels like..."

"Dong dong dong!"

Wang Niu also said during the day that his mother fainted from hunger two days ago, and Fang Ping did not want such a thing to happen to him.

"Go to sleep right away." Li Rou said this, but she kept sewing and mending until late at night every day. She not only mended clothes for Fang Ping and Fang Ying, but also for her neighbors.

Just imagine, if Zhao Hu hadn't colluded with Liu San to extract food, Fang Ping wouldn't have been able to bring back only half a catty of wheat chaff every day, and my little sister wouldn't have been hungry all day.

"You can have a full stomach today!" Fang Ying's eyes were shining and she was drooling.

Fang Ping stood up and walked away.

Nanshan Lane.

Half an hour later.

He said in a low voice, "Have you heard, please open your eyes. Liu San, that little bastard, met members of Zhao Hu's rival gang while he was drinking with Zhao Hu. They had a big fight, and both of them were injured. They were trying to hide.

I’m recovering from my injuries at home.”

"Diarrhoea." Fang Ping didn't want Li Rou to worry, so he lied and went out.

A roar came from the house and the wooden door opened.

Zhao Hu reacted quickly, but Naihe was injured and staggered to sit on the ground.

"What are you doing so late?"

Li Rou, who was sitting on the bedside, watched her son come back and asked worriedly.

Wang Niu's face was full of expectations: "It would be great if they died. No one would bully us, and we wouldn't have to give food to Zhao Hu. Half a catty of wheat bran today is not enough for me to eat alone. My mother is here now."

I was so hungry that I passed out for two days.”

"How can you eat them all in one day?" Li Rou glared at the little girl and gave Fang Ping two wheat bran pancakes. She kept half of one and gave half to Fang Ying. The remaining two pancakes were taken back to the kitchen.

"Ahhh!"

"How much? I will let our family eat meat in a few days!" Fang Ping assured firmly.

But the shouting sound carried far away, and Fang Ping panicked. He took out a wooden stick as thick as a rolling pin and smashed it.

Things were not what he expected. He originally wanted to do it quietly and end it with a stick, so there would be no need for blood.

Bang!

A handful of lime powder smeared Zhao Hu's mouth. His face and eyes were also covered with lime powder.

Fang Ping's body trembled for a long time before he calmed down. Over and over again, images of his head being torn apart and blood mixed with white objects appeared before his eyes.

"Mom, you haven't finished your work yet." Fang Ping asked.

After finishing all this, Fang Ping returned to Mouse Alley. When he was near the door of his home, he picked up a handful of ice and snow and washed away the blood on his face and palms.

Fang Ping was silent and didn't say a word for a whole day. When he finished work, he returned home with a pound of wheat bran. As soon as he took the bag, he knew how heavy it was. Li Rou's pale face showed surprise and surprise: "

Why are there so many today?"

One of the slums in the outer city, not far from Mouse Alley, it was dark at night, there were no pedestrians on the streets, and the alleys were deserted.

"You're back, why did it take you so long?"

The woman who walked out of the house screamed and collapsed on the ground.

Fang Ying was complimenting her and told her about all the meat dishes she could think of.

"I believe second brother! I want to eat beef, pork, fish, duck, mutton..."

On the one hand, it can kill time, and on the other hand, it can also earn some food. It is not much, and it is good enough to get one or two pounds of wheat bran from sewing and mending in a month. For this, you need to be good at needlework.

"It's absolutely true. I heard the two men mention it while we were clearing snow in the inner courtyard."

When he took a deep breath, his chest expanded like a balloon. When he exhaled, the turbid air in his internal organs and limbs was brought out. He followed the rules when exhaling and inhaling. When it reached its peak, the qi and blood in Fang Ping's body were as hot as boiling water.

The reflected skin was all red.

After arriving at the yard, Fang Ping was puzzled. On weekdays, he would hear Liu San's mean and sarcastic voice when he came, but today he didn't see anyone. When he was busy taking a bath in the morning, Wang Niu came to him with a bright smile.

Arriving next to Fang Ping.

Two pieces of wheat bran pancakes that stretched his throat, rolled with wild vegetables, Fang Ping was half full, he played with Fang Ying for a while, the night outside the window was thick, Fang Ying went to sleep, Fang Ping suddenly stood up: "Mom, I

Go out for a trip."

In the boundless visualization space, Fang Ping sat cross-legged, breathing and breathing as long as a tortoise that has gone through the years.

Fang Ping turned around and left, running a few streets before sitting against the wall in the snow.

With the strength of a ninth-level martial arts expert, if he strikes more than a dozen sticks in a row, Zhao Hu's head can be seen splitting like a watermelon.

The Zhao Hu who came into Fang Ping's eyes was no longer as majestic as before. One leg was wrapped in a bandage, and the outside of his head was also wrapped with several circles of bandages. After seeing the masked young man standing outside the house, he subconsciously asked: "

Who are you……"

A plate of wild vegetables is served, accompanied by a small basket of wheat bran pancakes.

"Who is it? Grandma, why don't you let me rest so late at night?"

Fang Ping had secretly followed Zhao Hu several times. At this time, he covered his face and braved the wind and snow to arrive outside a small house deep in the alley.

"There is also Liu San, and this room is even more hateful! Not only do we exchange bad words every day, but they also collude with Zhao Hu to exploit me!"

Fang Ping knocked on the door.

[Visualization point: 39 (200/39)]

That day, Fang Ping went to the Fuwei Escort Agency and worked like a normal person. When he got off work, news came to the Fuwei Escort Agency that Liu San was dead.

He was just a servant, and the Fuwei Escort Agency would not dig into it at all. No one died on that day and year, and the government was too lazy to investigate carefully, as if there had never been such a person in the world.

Two days later, Liu San was replaced by an old farmer-like man who was also a servant of the Fuwei Escort Agency. He was much gentler than Liu San, and at least he did not beat or scold the servants.
Chapter completed!