Before Jian Wushuang could react, the opponent had already disappeared.
The meaning of these words is already obvious, the other party is not a mortal.
"General Demonic Sound?" Jian Wushuang shook his head, it doesn't look like that!
There were only three people who entered this place. Wanyan and Dongsheng didn't know if they were in this city, and they probably wouldn't pretend to be superior in front of him.
Now that we are all here, we should be just like him, we are all mortals.
It's not Dongsheng, Wanyan, or General Demonic Sound. It seems that there are other people here, or maybe they are not people. They are the consciousness left by the being who originally created this place.
Although he didn't know who the other party was, Jian Wushuang couldn't stand that tone.
It’s not that he is rebellious and cannot listen to others’ discipline. Is this kind of trial necessary?
Can you become stronger by comparing who can suffer?
It can only be said that the existence of the one who created this place has become smaller, and the pattern has become smaller.
"Keep on living. I will starve to death here today. Let me see what you do!" Jian Wushuang secretly made up his mind. He did not believe that he would really perish if he starved to death here.
Even if the Demonic Sound God General doesn't take action, the true spirit will save him if he knows about it.
What kind of thing is it that the ultimate Taoist, a peerless talent who is expected to reach the top in the future, starves to death in the mortal world?
thump!
Jian Wushuang found a threshold that was pleasing to his eye and lay down straight away.
"That's it, it's not bad to die here!" Jian Wushuang laughed at himself, and then the feeling of hunger came over him instantly.
Enduring hunger, Jian Wushuang fell into a deep sleep.
Dusk fell, and the cold wind howled in the dark alley. Jian Wushuang couldn't bear it anymore and shrank down.
I don't know if it's instinct or my own consciousness is not firm enough.
call!
Jian Wushuang stood up suddenly.
Isn't his consciousness firm enough?
Although he has become a mortal, his consciousness is still there!
Why did he shrink back?
Thinking of this, he leaned half of his body on the street again.
Woo!
"I'm so stunned!" Jian Wushuang shrank back, feeling extremely unwilling in his heart.
When he fell asleep again, his body shrank into a ball, and he instinctively arranged the clothes on his body and wrapped them around his body.
Although his stomach kept growling, Jian Wushuang still slept soundly. Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept in three days, and when he fell asleep, he fell into a deep sleep.
At some point, Jian Wushuang felt that his mouth was dry and cracked, his throat felt like fire was burning, and there was a pungent smell coming from him.
A stream of liquid flowed down his throat, and a breath choked him awake.
Ahem!
Jian Wushuang coughed violently and weakly opened his eyes.
Everything in front of him changed. He thought he was back to reality. When he saw the dirty clothes on his body, he realized that he was still a beggar.
Turning around and looking around, it was a simple yet cozy room.
"You're lucky, I didn't even freeze to death in the snowdrift!"
A woman's voice came, and Jian Wushuang raised his head with difficulty, only to realize that there was a young heroine behind him. Her face was heavily rouged, but her facial features were still delicate.
Jian Wushuang's voice was a little weak. He didn't think so much now and just wanted to drink water. Before he could speak, the woman twisted her waist and brought a bowl of water and handed it over.
Gulu!
He picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp, feeling his whole body become refreshed. This was the best water he had ever drunk, and it was ten thousand times better than those genius treasures.
After seeing that Jian Wushuang could breathe, the woman asked angrily: "Smelly beggar, what's your name?"
After taking a breath, Jian Wushuang dragged his body with his hands and leaned on the soft bed. He looked at the woman with a somewhat unkind look and said in a cold voice: "You are not worthy!"
"Hey, you stinky beggar, I saved your life. Why are you talking to me? Believe it or not, I will throw you out to feed the dogs!" The rouged woman said viciously.
Jian Wushuang ignored him. Now he finally realized that he was afraid of death.
It cannot be said that he is afraid of death. It is because the desire for survival in his heart is so serious that he instinctively does not want to die.
"You shouldn't have saved me!" Jian Wushuang said in a gentle voice.
If you ignore him, he will really freeze to death tonight.
Now that the coldness on his body was gone, and he was in the warm bed, he really wanted to go out, and he didn't even want to move.
The Fengchen woman, who was a little angry at first, sighed after hearing Jian Wushuang's words and said sadly: "You men, every good thing should be frozen to death on the street."
"My name is Jian Wushuang, and what's yours?"
"You can call me Thirteenth Mother!"
The two of them said each other's names and were considered acquainted.
Afterwards, they started chatting one after another. Jian Wushuang also came out of the mortal world and didn't know anything. He quickly got to know this Qingshan City and this strange thirteenth mother.
Her background was not good, her parents left when she was young, and she was sold by her uncle to Cuixiang Tower in the west of the city, where she fell into prostitution.
This courtyard was once her home. She bought it after making money from entering a brothel.
Normally she doesn't come back, but today something happened to come that she shouldn't have. She took advantage of her break to come back here and met Jian Wushuang.
Things are unpredictable, but it was such a coincidence that Jian Wushuang was saved from freezing to death.
"What did you just give me to drink?" Jian Wushuang asked curiously.
Thirteenth Niang was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Of course it's wine. Without that sip of wine, you would have been frozen to death."
"Then, is there anything else?" Jian Wushuang swallowed.
My stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
"You look like a beggar, but you talk a little bit like a scholar. How could you end up like this!" Thirteenth Niang casually handed the wine bottle on the table to Jian Wushuang, and handed it back to Jian Wushuang.
Throw in a piece of roasted sweet potato.
Jian Wushuang took a sip of rough liquor, picked up the hot sweet potato and started to nibble it. After hearing Thirteenth Niang's words, he said vaguely: "You are really good at reading people!"
He was really not a beggar before. If he revealed his former identity, the other party would probably think that his brain was frozen.
In this ordinary world, there is no such thing as a practitioner.
After eating a piece of sweet potato, I finally restrained the annoying little goblin in my stomach.
After filling his stomach and being able to lie down on the warm kang, Jian Wushuang felt so happy. Thinking back to the haggis soup during the day, he couldn't help but smack his mouth.
"Tell me, your little face doesn't look like a child from a poor family, how could you end up like this!" Thirteenth Niang was very curious. Once a woman's flame of gossip is started, it will never be extinguished.
Jian Wushuang held his head in his hands, looked at the beam, and said to himself: "I, it's really hard to say!"
I don’t know where to start. Is it about Qishen Temple?
It's too outrageous. Introducing the Qishen Temple to a mortal is like talking about the Book of Heaven.
Things in the mundane world have to be based on one's own experience, and there is something to be said for it.