Chapter 258: Soul-Falling Formation (3)
It was raining. Scattered raindrops fell on the bluestone slabs, weaving a dense silver net of raindrops, a common sight in Guhu Town.
The rain did not affect the lives of the townspeople, but the beggar Li Yuanmiao, who had no straw raincoat or oil umbrella, had to shiver in the rain.
He was so hungry. A burning sensation rose from his stomach to his throat, and his saliva was full of acid. Li Yuanmiao had never felt this hungry before. If he didn't eat, he would starve to death.
The aroma of noodle soup wafted from both sides of the street. Even though it was dispersed by the rain, it was still so tempting. Li Yuanmiao subconsciously walked to the door of the noodle soup shop and looked inside.
The noodle shop was lined with three or four polished, round wooden tables. Six or seven burly men sat around, their clothes tucked in, slurping noodles. Two green leaves floated on the surface of the water, and a tender, runny egg lay beside it. One man picked up the egg with his chopsticks, slurped it, and the runny yolk fell into his mouth.
What a nice smell. Li Yuanmiao tried hard to smell the hot air in the store, his eyes fixed on the bowl of plain noodles.
The big man stirred the plain noodles with his chopsticks, and the cooked, chewy noodles wrapped around his chopsticks before he bit into them. Chewing, he picked up the soup bowl with his other hand and gulped down the light yellow broth with a hint of oil. Finally, he smacked his lips in satisfaction, put down the empty bowl, and called to the kitchen, "Madam, check out!"
Li Yuanmiao also imitated the smacking of his lips. This noodle must be delicious. He was drawn into the shop by the heat and swiftly called out to the proprietress who came out to collect the money: "Give me a bowl of egg white noodles. Use black-egg eggs, a few drops of sesame oil, and diced green onions. The broth should be made with pork bones and meat, no bones or meat."
Before the proprietress could say anything, the big man who stood up to pay the bill called out, "Beggar, can you afford the money? You sound like an old customer."
"I," Li Yuanmiao subconsciously felt his pockets, but couldn't find the bottom. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a gray shirt that looked like a sack, tattered and full of holes. Where were the pockets? He didn't even have anything decent. "I don't have any money."
"You have no money but are begging yet you are shouting so loudly! Do you think you are Master Li in the mayor's mansion?" The other guests sitting at the table laughed loudly. The laughter was so loud that Li Yuanmiao's ears were ringing and his face was flushed.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had no money, yet he came to the noodle shop and humiliated himself. He clutched his skirt tightly with both hands, pulling out a few more threads from the already tattered part, but his eyes were still looking towards the kitchen.
There was a gurgling sound coming from there. Could it be the boiling water stirring the pot? Or was it actually his stomach growling because he was too hungry to tell the difference?
"Okay, stop talking." The woman known as the boss lady finally spoke, and the men who were making noises fell silent. She glanced at Li Yuanmiao and turned to go into the kitchen.
Li Yuanmiao couldn't help but look forward to what she would bring out for him, but after waiting for a long time, he realized that the proprietress just went back to continue her work.
What's going on? I keep having these unrealistic fantasies. Is it because I haven't gotten used to my parents' passing? Li Yuanmiao felt embarrassed again and wanted to slap himself. But he was too hungry to move, and the incense was so tempting that he couldn't move. Seeing no one was chasing him away, he simply squatted inside the store to avoid the rain.
The rain was getting louder and louder, but Li Yuanmiao could no longer hear it. He was so hungry that he saw stars and stared blankly at the diners' bowls.
Finally, one of the diners seemed to have no mercy and threw the egg with the yolk sucked out at him: "Eat it!"
The still-warm egg slammed into Li Yuanmiao, who scrambled to catch it. The egg, flat and smooth, spun smoothly in his hands. From the bite mark, he could see a bit of yolk still inside, emitting a faint aroma of noodle soup.
Li Yuanmiao stared at the bite mark on the white egg, where the sharp half-moon corner was clearly visible. He suddenly began to retch, and the white egg was thrown to the ground. It rolled twice and turned from white to gray.
The diner was furious. He slammed the table, stood up, tilted his head, and spat at the white egg, the thick yellow spit hitting it. He pointed at Li Yuanmiao with contempt and cursed, "You little bastard, you beggar, you won't eat the food I gave you out of kindness, so you'll starve to death!"
"No..." Li Yuanmiao was too hungry to speak, but he took another look at the egg on the ground and vomited even harder. At first, he could still vomit a few mouthfuls of sour water, but later he couldn't even breathe.
Several diners looked at each other and muttered, "Is this kid going to die?"
"We can't let him die here."
Several people lifted Li Yuanmiao up and threw him toward the door. With a "click," Li Yuanmiao felt as if all the bones in his body had been dislodged. He couldn't even get up, and could only groan weakly in pain.
I don't know how long it took, but the clouds finally parted and the rain stopped. It was night.
Hungry, not just hungry, but thirsty. Li Yuanmiao shivered with cold, yet felt the burning hunger in his stomach. It was dark and deserted, but the noodle shop had somehow left its door unlocked. Even in the dark main room, the warmth of that white egg still seemed to linger.
Li Yuanmiao, delirious with hunger, didn't care about anything else. He tried to stand, but his legs were weak. He used his hands and elbows to move his body and crawl back to the noodle shop. His mind was full of the white egg. He wanted to put his face to the ground to search for it, but he couldn't find it.
I'm so hungry. Li Yuanmiao was about to cry when he suddenly saw a faint light coming from the kitchen of the noodle shop.
Yes, there must be food in there.
Li Yuanmiao, clutching at a lifeline, struggled to get to the kitchen. The oil lamp was still on, but the stove fire was out, and the ladder basket holding the water pot was still cold. Undeterred, he grasped the table legs with both hands, gritted his teeth, and finally stood up, leaning against the table.
He looked at the table and didn't move.
On the table, there is a large ball of dough made of kneaded white flour.
The dough, perhaps left over from making noodles, was uncooked and had no seasoning.
But, you can eat it.
As soon as a little saliva began to form in his throat, Li Yuanmiao immediately pounced on him, shoving the dough into his mouth without hesitation. The dough was almost as big as his head, and he opened his mouth wide to bite it, tearing it apart with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth, barely chewing it.
"Uh, uh!" The dryness in his throat suddenly blocked it. Li Yuanmiao hit his throat a few times but still couldn't swallow it. However, he was reluctant to spit it out. He hurriedly looked around and saw the pot full of cold water.
His stomach was full of dough, and when he regained his strength, he quickly ran over, scooped up some water with his hands and poured it into his mouth, but he still couldn't swallow it. He simply buried his head in the pot and gulped down the water.
A large amount of cold water washed the dough down his throat, and Li Yuanmiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the ground. His stomach felt full and bloated. He was so hungry he stuffed the last bit of dough in his hand, the size of a thumb.
Suddenly, he felt a slight pain in his abdomen.
At first, Li Yuanmiao thought it was bloating from eating too much, but the pain became more and more intense, as if something was forcibly stretching his stomach. Bursts of air came up through his throat, and he kept burping, unable to even utter a cry for help.
Finally, there was an explosion in his abdomen.
A faint white smoke flew out of the Soul-Falling Formation in the Inter-World, and eight formation flags fell down and hung behind Luo Xuanyi, while Li Yuanmiao, who was lying on the ground with his clothes intact, was no longer breathing.
Li Yuanmiao starved himself to death in the formation.
Third update~ A piece of news: This book will finally be available in April~ The specific release date hasn't been determined yet, but it will probably be between the 3rd and 5th~
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