As for the rest, it doesn't matter.
Early the next morning, after telling Uncle Liang to be careful and all meals to be tested with silver, Yang Ji took the opportunity to leave the sect.
It was still dark, the streets were misty and there were few pedestrians. A few black figures sat slumped at the base of the wall, motionless, and it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.
Through the heavy fog, you can vaguely see the faces of several beggars.
"They are all poor people."
When Yang Ji passed by these people, he stopped for a moment. He couldn't bear it. He took out a few coins from his arms and threw them over.
The copper plate fell to the ground and made a clanging sound, which was very loud in the early morning.
"young people."
Yang Ji was about to take a step when suddenly a hoarse voice came from behind, and soon two skinny old beggars walked out of the mist. One of them was holding a few coins that Yang Ji had just thrown over, and a pair of black beggars.
He stared at Yang Ji and smiled, very strangely.
A warning sign popped up in Yang Ji's heart. He threw those few coins just out of mercy, but he didn't expect that it would lead to such a change.
Ordinary beggars are obviously not so bold, these two beggars are full of weirdness.
"What do you want to do?"
Yang Ji said in a deep voice, raising his fists slightly in his sleeves in a defensive posture.
"Hey, young man, don't get me wrong. We don't mean any harm."
The older "beggar" smiled and waved his hands. His eyes were bright, and he still looked a little bit like a beggar at this time:
"We have all heard about what happened to you in the Yang family. A good bird chooses the right tree to roost in. Why do you want to stay in such a vicious family? Join us! Only by joining us can you truly
A way out. Your anger, your resentment, we can all help you."
"you?--"
Yang Ji's pupils shrank and he looked at the two of them warily.
"That's right. As long as you faithfully believe in our Lord, you are one of us. No one dares to bully you, ridicule you, or poison your food. Even your father's things, we can help.
You take it back."
The older "beggar" said.
Hiss!
Yang Ji looked at these two beggars with "kind" faces and took a deep breath in his heart.
"Cultist!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind like lightning.
He had heard of these people in the propaganda of the Han Dynasty. They believed in evil existences from other dimensions, and used bones and flesh to make evil altars to obtain evil power. They were the targets of the full suppression of the court.
In the past, many ignorant and ignorant people have been lured into it, but these people have never appeared.
Yang Ji didn't know much about these people, but it was true that several people in Pingchuan County were lured in, disappeared from the world, and never came back.
These cultists were once wiped out, but they reappeared again for unknown reasons.
Chapter completed!