That day, a beggar was having fun. After finishing, she saw the sore on her arm. She was so scared that she got off her body and walked out of the tent with her pants lifted up.
The black-faced beggar saw him coming out and said with a smile, "Why are you so late today?"
Every time he went in, he would not come out for half an hour.
The beggar cursed, "Old Black, that woman has pimples."
"A pimple?" The black beggar's eyes widened, and he was shocked in his heart, "You must have seen it wrong. She is in good health. You can't maliciously hurt her just to avoid paying."
The beggar's face darkened with anger, and he threw three copper coins at him. "Here you go. I'll never come here again."
The black-faced beggar spat in the direction he left, then turned and went into the tent.
Gu Pianran was lying on a dilapidated wooden bed. When she saw the black-faced beggar enter, her eyes were full of fear.
The black-faced beggar walked up to her and slapped her in the face, leaving a red mark on her face.
"Tell me, where did the sore appear again?"
Gu Pianran raised her arm and saw two sores under her armpit.
The black-faced beggar picked up a red-hot wooden stick from the brazier nearby, walked up to her, and pressed the red-hot stick directly on the new sore.
"Ahhhh." Gu Pianran let out a scream.
A smell of burnt meat wafted out of the tent.
The black-faced beggar said viciously, "If you have a sore in the future, tell me immediately. If I find out you're hiding something, you know what I'm going to do."
Gu Pianran nodded in fear, not daring to resist at all.
Half a year of inhuman torture had already wiped out her self-esteem, her pride, and everything she had.
Now she is just a slave girl held captive by a lowly beggar, even more humble than a dog.
Gu Pianran knew that she was sick, and it was a terminal illness.
She cooperated with the black beggars' actions, concealed her illness, and continued to do business with those dirty beggars.
She hated these people in her heart.
It is they who make him live like neither human nor ghost, and it is they who make him suffer from this disease.
She was going to die, so she naturally couldn't let them go.
That day, a black-faced beggar walked into the tent and threw a half-eaten steamed bun next to her. Gu Pianran took the bun and gobbled it up, finishing half of it in just a few bites.
"It's like a starving ghost reincarnated." The black-faced beggar kicked her unhappily.
He was about to leave when Gu Pianran hugged his legs.
"etc."
The black-faced beggar pulled his foot out, looking disgusted, "How many times have I told you not to touch me?"
Gu Pianran withdrew her hand awkwardly.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Gu Pianran said, "I have syphilis. You should know that I won't live long. Without me, your life won't be as good as it is now."
The black-faced beggar's heart sank.
He was of course aware of this, but venereal disease was a terminal illness and there was nothing he could do.
"You want me to hire a doctor for you?" the black-faced beggar sneered. "Don't dream. Hiring a doctor is just a waste of money. If others know you're sick, it will be of no use."
If things go wrong, those beggars might even kill him in anger.
How could he possibly do such a losing business?
"No, there's no need to call a doctor. This disease is incurable."
"What do you mean?" asked the black-faced beggar.
"I feel like I don't have much time left." Gu Pianran said weakly.
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