"An area where ordinary people gather."

When "Yi Guang City" appeared in the eyes of Ye Wuque and the other two, their appearance had completely changed.

Ye Wuque turned into a sturdy and muscular man!

The little fat man turned into a little puppy who looked like a show-off.

As for the Star God, he just made his face and figure ordinary, hiding all the amazing things about his appearance.

The three of them entered Yi Guang City quietly.

It was morning at this time, and the whole Yi Guang City was bustling with people coming and going, full of vigor and vitality.

Ordinary people don't practice, so their lives are the most worldly, because this is their life.

"Come and try it! The hot and dry noodles are so fragrant!"

"Hot and spicy soup! Hot and spicy soup!" "

A set of pancakes

!" "Fish soup noodles with dried shredded vegetables! And freshly baked big

meat buns!" "Pork offal porridge! Pork offal porridge! Nutritious and delicious!"

...

Walking along the two sides of the busy morning market, listening to the enthusiastic and hard-working calls of the vendors on both sides, and the aroma of various foods that constantly wafted out, it really makes people salivate.

At least the little fat man here is staring at the vendors on both sides, but he didn't rush over to feast, just look at it.

"We're almost there."

Suddenly, Ye Wuque looked at the depths of a small alley in Yiguang City and walked in slowly.

This is a small house that looks very narrow and shabby.

Even in this shabby alley, the other houses are not very good, but they are still much better than the small house.

The small house is shabby and looks inconspicuous. No one who passes by will take a second look.

But at this time, there were three wisps of fireworks with a hint of sandalwood in the hut.

On a shabby long offering table in the center of the hut, there was a gradually changing spirit tablet.

On it were written a few simple words...

"The spirit tablet of the deceased old Wu."

In front of the long table stood a boy wearing patched clothes who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

The boy was thin, pale and thin, but his eyes were extremely bright!

At this time, he was standing respectfully in front of the offering table.

It can be clearly seen that the rest of the hut is not clean, but the entire offering table and the entire spirit tablet are clean and spotless.

It can be seen that the boy often wipes it on weekdays, meticulously.

"Old Wu, Old Wu! I'm going out to find a job again today!"

"After all, it's not easy to find a daily-paid job with one day's work and three days' rest now, and I'm naturally weak and have poor endurance. I hope I can find a job today so that I can have enough money to buy you an apple, which can be

considered as a treat for you." "Alas, for me, I'm an orphan and I can't

read a single word. I was almost starving to death at that time. I'm lucky to have met you and received your meal, so I finally survived." "Originally, I was thinking about how to repay you, but I have thin arms and legs, and I've been weak since I was born. I probably can't repay you, so I can only remember your kindness. But I didn't expect that you suddenly died. Alas, no one cared, so I could only find a way to dig a hole for you and bury you. After all, the best thing is to be buried in the ground!"

"As for the coffin board and tombstone and so on, I really have no choice. I can't afford them!"

"I can only work hard to earn some money, and borrow some to make you a good quality memorial tablet. I don't know your full name, so I can only call you Old Wu..."

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The thin boy muttered while burning incense.

He seemed to have said these words countless times, but he still chattered to the memorial tablet.

But it can be seen that the boy looked bored and careless when he said these words, but there seemed to be a hint of gratitude in his tone that he himself could not even detect.

In this way, the thin boy muttered for a long time, and finally, holding the three lit incense sticks in his hand, he gently inserted them into the equally shabby incense burner in front of the memorial tablet. The incense burner

was full of incense ash.

It can be seen that the thin boy burns incense to the memorial tablet almost every day, which is why so much incense ash has accumulated.

"Oh, this pack of incense is almost gone, and buying another pack is another expense."

"Oh my god, this life is unbearable! It seems that I have to find a job today!"

"Forget it, the worst that can happen is that I can be a sandbag and get beaten up by those bastards with long hair in exchange for some money!"

"Come on! Ah Qing, believe in yourself, you can do it!"

The thin boy, Ah Qing, stretched out his hands and rubbed his fearless face vigorously, and then cheered himself up.

Turned around immediately!

"Now, let's go... Damn! Ghost!!!!"

However, Ah Qing, who had just turned around, immediately let out a ghost howl, and the whole person collapsed to the ground.

Because, in his small house, three figures appeared without knowing when.

Two men and one woman, just stood there, motionless, as if looking at him.

For Ah Qing, what is the difference between this and seeing a ghost? ?

"Heroes, spare my life!"

"I am just a good-for-nothing, and there is nothing valuable in my house! But if you like anything, take it, and I will only beg you to spare my life."

Ah Qing had a flattering smile on his face, looking at the three figures in front of him with a playful smile but cautiously.

"Can I take anything?"

At this moment, Ah Qing suddenly heard the strong and tall figure standing in the middle, who was as big as a mountain, speak.

"Of course, of course!"

Ah Qing nodded immediately, as if he saw the hope of survival, and kept smiling.

"Nothing in your little house, including yourself, is worth a penny."

"Only..."

"If this jade tablet is worth some money after it is sold, I will take it."

As soon as these words came out, Ah Qing, who was kneeling on the ground with a smile on his face, froze in an instant, and then smiled even more flatteringly!

"My Lord, my Lord! The tablet is something of the dead, it is unlucky, and it will bring bad luck to you!"

Ah Qing tried his best to explain, but he did not cry, but the smile on his face became more intense, like a sick dog desperately wagging its tail to please others in the dust.

"What if I... insist on it?"

The voice of the sturdy man continued to sound, as if with a hint of playfulness.

Ah Qing was silent!

His eyes turned slightly red at some point, but his face was still full of smiles. Soon, he just struggled to stand up, and then his thin body pounced!

But he did not pounce on the three figures that looked like mountains, but pounced on the altar behind him, and then grabbed the tablet engraved with "Old Wu's Immortal Tablet" and hugged it tightly in his arms!

It seemed as if he had used up all his strength, and then he accidentally slipped and fell to the ground again. But he still did not let go and held the spirit tablet tightly!