“Oh no!”
“Oh no!”
"Boss, there's a dead person outside our house!"
In the early morning of August 29th, in a dilapidated temple on the southern outskirts of Laifeng Kingdom, the little beggar Chuncao was preparing to go into the city to beg on the streets as usual, but he found a person lying outside the dilapidated temple.
The panicked Chuncao turned around and ran back to the main hall of the dilapidated temple in two steps, shouting as she ran.
Chuncao's words attracted the attention of the beggars in the temple, and they began to talk at once.
"This is too unlucky!" An old beggar woman frowned when she heard this.
"He could have died anywhere else, but he had to die at our doorstep." A tall and thin middle-aged woman couldn't help but complain.
"Isn't it? We finally found a place like this to stay." A hunchbacked old man said unhappily.
…
In the corner of the dilapidated temple, Long Yi, who was lying on a pile of straw, opened his eyes upon hearing this and gave a comforting look to the five or six-year-old girl who ran into the hall in panic.
"Don't panic, Chuncao. I'll go take a look."
Long Yi, who was lying lazily on the ground, stood up from the straw pile after hearing Chuncao's words, and walked towards the entrance of the dilapidated temple with his long legs.
Long Yi is a middle-aged man of about forty years old. Although his hair is disheveled and he is wearing tattered clothes, he is very tall and mighty when he stands up. His dirty face cannot conceal the iron-blooded majesty that faintly emanates from him.
"Boss, Boss, right there!"
Seeing Long Yi going to check it out in person, Chuncao was no longer afraid and trotted ahead to lead the way.
Long Yi looked in the direction Chuncao pointed, and saw a man lying prone not far from the temple entrance. Arriving in front of the man, Long Yi leaned over and turned him over. He put his hand to his nose and found a faint, warm scent.
"Don't be afraid, Chuncao. He's not dead yet."
"Boss, he looks so pitiful, why don't we save him!"
Hearing that the man was still alive, and now seeing the man's miserable state on the ground, Chuncao immediately felt sympathy. However, she also knew that they were just a group of beggars, and it was probably beyond their ability to save a half-dead man. However, the kindness in her heart made her unable to help but speak out.
"Chuncao, we can't even feed ourselves, and you, a little brat, are so bold!" The thin middle-aged woman sneered.
"That's right. Looking at his appearance, he can't do any work even if he wakes up. Isn't he a burden?" A young man pouted in dissatisfaction.
…
After Long Yi left, the beggars in the dilapidated temple also ran out to watch the fun. However, after hearing Chuncao's words, they immediately started to object.
"Everyone, please be patient!"
With a wave of Long Yi's hand, everyone stopped making noise.
Long Yi took a quick look and discovered that the man on the ground had suffered severed tendons in his arms and legs, and the injuries looked like they had occurred only last night. Although he was wearing only a patched brown cotton shirt and his face was stained with dust, he was undeniably handsome.
"Let's take him back first." Long Yi, who is obsessed with looks, made the decision immediately.
"But, Boss..."
"That's settled."
When the beggars were about to start nagging again, Long Yi stopped them.
"It's morning, everyone who needs to go out to work should go out. Chuncao, go get some water."
"Yes, Boss."
Long Yi had only arrived here last month, but with his clever mind and good skills, he helped the beggars drive away the local bullies who bullied them, so Long Yi became the leader of the beggars.
Because of Long Yi's arrival, this group of beggars, old, young, and disabled, were no longer a loose group, but a well-organized and disciplined group. They took turns begging every day, and all the food they got was handed over to Long Yi for unified distribution. There were also extra rewards for those who performed well, and the food they were given would be slightly more than others.
Kang Fulai woke up a quarter of an hour after being moved into the dilapidated temple. At this time, he was leaning against the wall of the main hall of the dilapidated temple, with the familiar straw under his body.
"You're awake. How do you feel?" Long Yi asked when he saw the man sitting next to him wake up.
"Uh~ah~"
Kang Fulai endured the pain all over his body and tried to speak, but he couldn't, and could only make a sound of "ah". Moreover, Long Yi also found that although the handsome man's eyes were beautiful, they had no spirit.
"You...had your tendons in your hands and feet cut, and were also blinded and poisoned and made mute?"
Kang Fulai's eyes welled with sorrowful tears as he heard this. He nodded in Long Yi's direction. He had never imagined that after pretending to be mute for sixteen years, he would one day actually become mute.
Seeing Kang Fulai's miserable state, Long Yi couldn't help but frown. He was blind and mute, but he could hear. He couldn't move his hands or feet, so he could only fret. What a deep hatred must have been for someone to be so cruel to him, and yet he was still hanging on to his last breath, leaving him half dead.
"Boss, the water is coming!"
Chuncao walked in from outside the dilapidated temple holding a broken bowl.
"Feed him."
"Yes, Boss."
Chuncao squatted down beside Kang Fulai, stroked his face with her little hands, and wiped away his tears.
"Uncle, don't be sad. Xiaocao will take care of you in the future. Drink some water first."
Seeing Kang Fulai's pitiful appearance, Chuncao couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy, but she did not forget to bring the eight-tenths full bowl of water in her hand to Kang Fulai's lips to feed him.
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