A year later, Bai Jing was walking by the river with the Qiankun Bag on his back.
"Sigh, this era is really terrifying. I wonder when it will end.”
The warlords were fighting amongst themselves, and the gangs were everywhere.
The survival of the fittest was vividly reflected in this world.
"This is called the Flower-plucking Drum. Once the drum beats, the heads will fly up like drums. Once the drum beats stop, the winner will be determined according to the number of heads.”
"There are many headless corpses floating on the river surface in the east. These water bandits have returned. This damned Yellow Puppet Gang is a group of inhumane fellows.”
"Brother, don't talk nonsense. Be careful not to get into trouble. Pei, pei, pei. Let's go. I don't know when this world will end.”
Bai Jing walked along the river and saw a group of fishermen chattering around a fishing boat.
Although he was cursing the water bandits for being merciless, his face was filled with fear. Every time he cursed, he had to look around.
He was afraid that the water bandits would hear him.
It could be seen how unreasonable these water bandits were here.
This was not the first time Bai Jing had heard this story. Along the way, Bai Jing had seen countless scenes with his own eyes.
Bai Jing had also bumped into the scene of the flower picking drum, saved the fishermen, and killed the water bandits.
But the next day, as Bai Jing walked along the river, he saw the fishing boat he had saved the day before was covered in blood.
"Sigh, what a bunch of scourge, a bunch of inhumane beasts.”
Bai Jing's sigh attracted the fishermen who were originally gathered here. Looking at Bai Jing's delicate skin and tender flesh, they guessed which family Bai Jing was from.
Out of kindness, he reminded,
"Little brother, trouble comes from the mouth, trouble comes from the mouth. When you are outside, don't speak carelessly. These water bandits are very cruel.”
"If these pirates hear you scolding them, they might implicate your family.”
Bai Jing didn't say anything. He just shook his head and asked for a portion of dry food from a restaurant nearby.
"A hundred copper coins to kill one person?"
While Bai Jing was eating, he saw a slender young man with prominent cheekbones coming out of the crowd.
He was holding a plaque in his hand with seven big words written on it.
"That's right. Why? Do you have a business?”
The two of them were about twenty meters apart. Bai Jing's voice was not loud, but his words were heard by the young man.
"Not bad. You've practiced it before?"
Seeing that Bai Jing did not answer his question, the young man thought that Bai Jing did not hire him to kill, so he lost interest in continuing the conversation.
He sat on the steps, leaning on a plaque that said one hundred copper coins to kill one person. His eyes, which appeared 'deep' because he hadn't eaten for a long time, looked at the little boy who was wiping the blood on the deck.
Perhaps the scene in front of him reminded the young man of a bad memory.
It was this action that made Bai Jing curious about this young man.
He threw a steamed bun over.
The young man seemed to sense danger and subconsciously stopped the steamed bun that Bai Jing threw over.
The steamed bun fell to the ground.
"You're like a little wolf. If you're not afraid that I'll poison you, then eat it!”
After saying that, Bai Jing threw another steamed bun at the young man holding the wooden token in his hand.
This time, the young man didn't hit the steamed bun. Instead, he took out a pineapple knife and stabbed the steamed bun.
"No need. I only have one steamed bun.”
The young man picked up the mantou on the ground, then put the clean mantou back on Bai Jing's plate. He went back to the steps and started eating.
Bai Jing felt that this young man was a wolf cub, lonely but eager to be noticed.
At the same time, he would not reject the kindness of others. Similarly, he would not easily show kindness to others.
He was even more unwilling to owe others a favor.
He ate a steamed bun in no time. How could a steamed bun be enough for an adult?
The young man who ate the steamed bun became even hungrier.
"A hundred wen for one person is not bad. Have you killed someone before?”
"Yes!"
"Killed before the transaction?"
"Yes!"
"Ever since we made this deal, have there been any deals?”
"No!"
"Do you want to do other business?"
"I only know how to kill people. I don't know how to do anything else.”
"Hehe, boss, bill!"
Bai Jing didn't say anything else, because he could see that this young man didn't like to talk and was not good at communication.
Why did he have to find trouble for himself?
Even so, Bai Jing was very interested in this young man.
There were two steamed buns left on the plate, one of which was sent back by this young man.
Sure enough, not long after Bai Jing left, the young man with the wooden sign ran to Bai Jing's seat and ate the remaining two steamed buns.
Because he ate too quickly and was too hungry, the young man who ate the steamed bun kept hitting it, looking a little funny.
"I don't want other people's charity, as long as I can take it. Interesting, interesting!”
Bai Jing was far away. He did not laugh at the young man's sorry appearance. Instead, he felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.
This young man was a little like himself back then. Not in this world, but before he transmigrated.
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