Chapter 108 A man is innocent unless he possesses a treasure.
In the dilapidated temple on the outskirts of Beijing, the cold wind whistled in from the leaky cracks, making the spider webs in the corners shake.
This kind of place is also a gathering place for beggars. For them, it is not easy to have a roof over their heads to shelter from the wind and rain.
An old man lay weakly on a messy pile of broken firewood, his face as pale as paper, his eyes closed, and his breathing so weak that it was almost imperceptible, as if he would take his last breath at any time.
The little beggar was running all the way here. He was out of breath, his face was covered with dust, and his hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to his face in strands.
But he ignored all this and held the silver that Chu Ruohan gave him tightly in his hand.
Rushing into the dilapidated temple, he walked over to the man, squatted down, and wiped his face. "Jin'an, look, there's money. I'll take you to get treatment!"
Jin'an slowly opened his eyes, and deep fatigue was revealed in his cloudy eyes.
Hearing the little beggar's words, he frowned slightly and asked weakly, "Where did it come from?"
The little beggar carefully placed the silver in front of him and said, "A kind lady gave it to me. She said she lives in the Anyang Marquis Mansion and that I can go to her if I have any difficulties."
A complicated look flashed across Jin'an's eyes, and he looked around before putting the silver into the little beggar's arms.
He shook his head gently and sighed, "I won't live long. No matter how much I treat it, it will be a waste of money. Keep it for yourself."
Jin'an's voice was full of helplessness and worry for the little beggar. He knew his physical condition very well and didn't want him to waste his hard-earned money on him.
"No, I want you to stay with me!" When the little beggar heard this, his eyes turned red instantly and tears burst out.
He hugged Jin'an tightly, as if this was the only way to save his life.
In this cold and dilapidated temple, he had long regarded Jin'an as his only relative. How could he watch Jin'an leave?
There were not only two of them in the dilapidated temple. When other beggars in the dark corners saw the white silver, greed instantly flashed in their eyes, like hungry wolves seeing raw meat.
"Boy, hand over your silver!" A beggar stood up. There was a long scar on his face, which looked particularly hideous in the dim light.
As he spoke, he took a vicious step forward.
The other people in the dilapidated temple looked at each other, then surrounded them, trapping the little beggar and Jin'an in the middle.
The little beggar was so scared that he was shaking all over. He subconsciously clenched the silver in his arms tighter with his hands, and his body unconsciously shrank behind Jin'an.
Jin'an held on to his weak body and protected the little beggar tightly behind him. Although his body was extremely weak, he still wanted to shield the little beggar from all dangers at this moment.
"Don't even think about taking the silver!"
The beggars ignored him completely. The scarred beggar in the lead sneered and said, "You, a dying old man, think you can stop us?"
As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Jin'an's collar, and swung it hard. Jin'an's thin body was thrown aside heavily like a fallen leaf.
"Jin'an!" The little beggar exclaimed and wanted to rush over to help Jin'an up, but was grabbed by the arm by another beggar.
The little beggar struggled desperately, but his little strength was of no use in front of these ferocious beggars.
"Hand over the silver, or you will be in trouble!" the beggar said viciously, and at the same time increased the strength of his hands. The little beggar was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes.
Seeing this, the scarred beggar spat impatiently, strode forward and tore off the little beggar's clothes.
With a "hiss", the sound of cloth tearing was particularly harsh in this dilapidated temple.
"You still dare to resist?" The scarred beggar glared and slapped the little beggar hard in the face.
A trickle of blood instantly flowed out of the corner of the little beggar's mouth, and he fell to the ground due to the slap.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the scarred beggar quickly reached out and snatched the silver from the little beggar's almost powerless hand.
"Haha, I got it!" The scarred beggar laughed triumphantly and raised the silver high.
Several other beggars also gathered around, their eyes full of envy and flattery.
"Brother, thanks to you this time, we have this money and can go out for a good meal!" said a short and fat beggar flatteringly.
"Well, of course." The scarred beggar put the silver in his arms and patted his chest. "Let's go find a good place to have fun!"
Jin'an, who was lying on the side, watched this scene, his heart filled with anger and self-blame.
He struggled to get up, and as soon as he moved, he spat out a mouthful of blood. "You evil thieves..."
The little beggar's face was covered with tears. He ignored the pain in his body and rushed towards the scarred beggar.
"Give me back the money. It's for Jin'an's medical treatment!"
Jin'an struggled to get up from the ground. He could no longer support himself, but he still had to rely on this money to survive.
Jin'an rushed over again, trying to take back the little beggar and the silver.
However, he was greeted with a barrage of punches and kicks.
Several beggars surrounded Jin'an and started beating and kicking him. Jin'an's body was shaking from the punches and kicks.
But he never gave up, and kept shouting: "Don't hurt him, don't..."
The little beggar looked at Jin'an who was beaten, his heart filled with fear and despair.
He cried out heartbreakingly: "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"
But the beggars acted as if they didn't hear anything and continued to beat Jin'an madly.
Just when the little beggar was feeling desperate, suddenly, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the temple gate...
"stop!"
Chu Ruohan shouted angrily, and the crisp sound echoed in the ruined temple.
The beggars who were fighting enthusiastically were startled by this sudden change and stopped what they were doing.
Turning his head, he looked towards the door.
Three beautiful women stood at the door. The woman in the lead exuded an innate aura of nobility.
"You bunch of scum, how shameless of you to bully two poor people!" Yuling said gritting her teeth.
Song Ruyan rolled her eyes. Why waste time talking to such a person?
She flashed and rushed over.
With a scream of "Ah", the scarred beggar flew back several feet like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled on the ground in pain.
Accompanied by screams, the beggars were beaten to the ground one by one.
But in just a moment, he was lying on the ground, groaning.
Chu Ruohan squatted down, helped the little beggar up, and asked with concern: "How are you?"
The little beggar raised his tear-stained face, with fear still in his eyes, but more of it was the surprise of surviving the disaster.
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