Wang Gensheng was stunned by the question, as if that was really the case.
"Also, those monks who have transformed into fasting hold a rice cymbal in their hands and open their mouths to ask for alms. Are they asking for food?" the beggar continued to ask.
Wang Gensheng couldn't help but be dumbfounded. After working for a long time, he met an educated and thoughtful beggar.
The beggar grabbed Wang Gensheng's hand and said urgently: "If you don't leave, you will have stirred up a hornet's nest. When their people come, you will be chopped badly."
Regardless of whether what the beggar said was true or not, Wang Gensheng followed him obediently and turned into a narrower alley.
Of course, the reason why Wang Gensheng followed him was because he said he knew about the ghost.
The streets in the ghost town are intricate and interconnected, like a maze.
It is said that this is an old city that was deliberately built this way to deal with invaders.
Wang Gensheng was held by the beggar's hand and walked through many alleys and turned many corners.
You can even hear bursts of shouting not far away, separated only by two walls.
The beggar pulled Wang Gensheng and stopped in front of a small courtyard. He listened carefully and then said with relief: "Okay, they have been thrown away."
"Who are they?" Wang Gensheng asked.
"The gangsters in the ghost town are not good people anyway." The beggar muttered and opened the door.
Wang Gensheng followed him and walked in. There were two bungalows inside, which were relatively clean.
After closing the door, the beggar looked at Wang Gensheng with a dirty look on his face: "What do you do? Why do you come to the ghost town?"
"I'm here to find someone, didn't I tell you?" Wang Gensheng said, feeling something was wrong. When he touched his handbag, the pistol was gone.
"Bring it here." Wang Gensheng shouted coldly.
"What are you bringing?" The beggar pretended to be confused.
Wang Gensheng grabbed the beggar's hand. It was a dirty little hand, but it felt as soft as if it had no bones.
"Do you want to take it out?" Wang Gensheng said, exerting slight force on his hands.
The beggar couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly: "What did I take from you? If you don't believe me, you can just search it!"
Wang Gensheng's other hand was still groping around in the beggar's pockets, but there seemed to be nothing there.
He saw that the front of the beggar's clothes seemed to be bulging. He must have pockets on the inside of the clothes, and the stolen things would naturally be hidden inside.
Wang Gensheng's hand reached in without hesitation, but the next second, he stiffened.
His hand didn't touch anything, but it touched something soft and warm.
In order to confirm what this object was, Wang Gensheng carefully pinched it several times with his hands.
Let me go, he turned out to be one?
"Have you touched enough?" Tears began to accumulate in the beggar's eyes, just because his hand was tightly grasped by Wang Gen, unable to move.
Otherwise, he would really slap Wang Gensheng with his backhand.
Wang Gensheng withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "So you are a woman!"
"Pervert, you took advantage of me and looked so indifferent." The beggar cried in anger. At this moment, his voice also changed, taking on a female voice.
Before falling in love, she not only dressed up as a woman, but also deliberately changed her voice to sound like a man's.
"It's not a sin for those who don't know. Besides, you look like a man. No one can tell." Wang Gensheng let go of the beggar's hand and explained again and again.
As if he had been greatly wronged, the beggar suddenly raised his hand and wanted to slap Wang Gensheng in the face.
However, her movements were always half a beat late. Just as she seemed to have reached Wang Gensheng's face, she was pinched tightly by Wang Gensheng.
"Girl, please don't be so unreasonable. I didn't mean it. If you feel wronged, I'll let you touch it back." Wang Gensheng said with a smile.
"You are just a scoundrel." The beggar stamped his feet angrily.
"A scoundrel and a beggar are a perfect match, hahaha..."
Wang Gensheng laughed, but his voice was a little desolate.
The beggar was stunned and looked at Wang Gensheng.
Wang Gensheng let go of the beggar's hand and said in a much gentler voice: "I'll give you my things back. You took them, and they're of no use to me at all."
"It's useless, what are you doing with it?" the beggar asked in confusion.
"I only used it to scare people. Before that, I didn't want to kill people, so I had to use it to show off." Wang Gensheng sighed.
Blow, just blow hard!
The beggar glared at Wang Gensheng: "I have never seen someone as narcissistic as you actually say that guns are used to scare people, not as a tool to kill people."
Wang Gensheng didn't explain. He glanced around the small courtyard and finally landed on a steel bar in the corner of the courtyard.
About half a meter long and four centimeters thick.
It looks very smooth, and it must be used for defense. It is heavy in the hand, but it looks murderous.
"Do you think this can kill people?" Wang Gensheng asked, with a funny look on his face.
"This is originally a tool for killing people." The beggar replied without thinking.
"In my eyes, it's just a toy." Wang Gensheng laughed lightly, pinched both ends of the steel bar with both hands, and exerted slight pressure.
One of my darlings, the steel bar is like a tampon in his hand.
In just a few moments, the steel bar turned into dough.
The beggar was stunned when he saw it. This strength was comparable to a ten thousand ton machine tool.
Wang Gensheng's dough did not change color, but the dough in his hand continued to change, eventually turning into a small ball that looked round and smooth.
"You, what are you doing?" The beggar's eyes widened and his mouth formed a big O-shape.
"Do you think I need to use a gun to kill people?" Wang Gensheng gave a strange smile.
"No need." The beggar said in a daze.
"Then you can't take it out?" Wang Gensheng asked.
The beggar walked to the door of the courtyard, reached out and took out a pistol among a pile of debris.
Wang Gensheng reached out to pick it up, and the beggar suddenly pointed the pistol at Wang Gensheng: "What on earth do you do and why do you have a gun?"
"Haha, I advise you not to play with fire. This gun is only used to scare people." Wang Gensheng said coldly.
"What do you do and what is your name?" the beggar continued to ask.
"Put down the gun and keep pointing it at others. It is very impolite." Wang Gensheng looked as calm as a breeze, even smiling.
"For the sake of my safety, I must ask you clearly about your identity, otherwise you will lead the wolf into the house." The beggar had a righteous face that could not be distinguished.
"My name is Wang Gensheng, and I'm here to find a person named Guiying. Don't you know Guiying? Please show me the way." Wang Gensheng said calmly.
"Giggles, don't you know why he is called Ghosting?" The beggar laughed proudly.