Chapter 993
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Chapter 993: The Little Beggar
Lu Baoyou glanced at the broken bowl and the tattered bills clutched tightly in her hand, falling into silence.
He took out a twenty-yuan bill from his pocket, stuffed it into the little beggar’s hand, and said calmly, “I want to sleep here for three nights.”
The little beggar was stunned.
She looked at the bill in her hand, then at Lu Baoyou who continued to rest with his eyes closed. After hesitating for a long while, she still tucked the money into her clothes and sat down against the wall opposite to Lu Baoyou.
“Oh… okay.”
She put the broken bowl aside, piled the collected firewood and weeds together, and lit a bonfire with a candle, briefly dispelling the winter night’s cold.
Then she took out a stack of tattered blankets from the hole behind her, wrapped them around herself. In the icy wind, only her rosy face was exposed, her eyes curiously examining Lu Baoyou across from her.
Lu Baoyou closed his eyes again.
“You’re not a beggar, are you?” After a while, the little beggar couldn’t help but ask.
“No,” Lu Baoyou answered flatly.
“I didn’t think so, your clothes are very clean… Did you run away from home?”
“No.”
“Then were you kidnapped?”
“No.”
“…Then why are you here?” The little beggar asked puzzled, “You have money, why don’t you stay at a hotel?”
The little beggar was somewhat dissatisfied about having her den occupied.
Lu Baoyou didn’t answer. His right hand in his pocket silently rubbed against his last ten-yuan bill and two coins, feeling somewhat helpless…
He didn’t have much money to begin with, and had almost used it all up on his way to Beijing, leaving only thirty-three yuan in total. While he didn’t need money during his time at the training camp, once he left for the holiday, thirty-some yuan wouldn’t get him far in Beijing.
Borrow money from other recruits? Freeload off them?
Absolutely not.
Lu Baoyou was no stranger to hardship, and this little difficulty meant nothing to him. Staying under the bridge and using the remaining money to buy some steamed buns or a bowl of noodles would get him through these three days. Plus, this place was far from the city center, very quiet, where he could continue training and practice his sword techniques.
He could handle having no place to stay and enduring the cold wind, but training couldn’t be skipped for even one day.
The little beggar, seeing Lu Baoyou’s silence, shrugged and turned her gaze to the black case beside him, blinking curiously.
“What’s in this case?”
Lu Baoyou remained silent.
Seeing that he had no intention of responding, the little beggar muttered something, quietly curled up into a ball, and began to fall asleep by the fire.
The long night stretched on.
Seeing the little beggar fall into deep sleep, Lu Baoyou tucked his hands into his sleeves, stared at the bonfire for a moment, and gradually drifted off to sleep.
A little beggar and a one-eyed youth, both fell asleep by the fire.
After some time,
A cold, strange wind blew through, instantly extinguishing the dancing flames in the bridge tunnel.
An eerie grinding sound came from the darkness, as grating as fingernails on a chalkboard. Lu Baoyou’s eye snapped open as he turned toward the darkness beside the tunnel, one hand gripping the handle of the black case.
Seemingly sensing the cold presence, the little beggar also opened her drowsy eyes. She looked up to see the silhouette of a beast being slowly outlined in the shadows beside the tunnel.
It was a blood-red wolf-dog with seven eyes, its body almost taller than the little beggar herself. Its blood-colored fur danced in the wind, low growls emanating from its throat, its seven eyes opening and closing in an unsettling pattern.
The little beggar cried out in shock, trying to scramble to her feet but collapsed weakly to the ground.
“Hey! Run!” The little beggar shouted at Lu Baoyou, who was still leaning against the wall, while she dragged herself backward.
Lu Baoyou’s eye narrowed, but he didn’t respond. He simply stood up with the black case, pressed a finger on the handle, and a straight sword sprung out.
Lu Baoyou gripped it firmly.
The one-eyed youth, holding the sword, stepped over the dying embers and positioned himself between the little beggar and the seven-eyed wolf-dog, a crimson light igniting in his eye.
“Just a ‘Pool’-level ‘Mystery’…”
Lu Baoyou muttered, about to strike, when he suddenly remembered Lin Qiye’s warning before leaving the training camp. His gaze fell on the terrified little beggar behind him.
“Hey,” Lu Baoyou said calmly, “Close your eyes.”
“Huh?”
“Close them.”
“Oh…”
Lu Baoyou’s figure blocked the little beggar’s view of the wolf-dog. She sat on the ground, looking away from Lu Baoyou, and obediently closed her eyes.
Seeing this, Lu Baoyou turned back, walking toward the seven-eyed wolf-dog with his sword raised, a cold smile curling his lips.
“Not a bad training partner…”
…
Atop a tall building.
Chen Han watched the city below, where patches of shadows were silently expanding.
Just as he hesitated and was about to step forward, Shao Pingge’s voice drifted over: “No need to rush. The ones showing themselves now are just small fry, those young people can handle them.
The real big shots are still hiding in the shadows, observing. They’re your targets.”
Chen Han slowly withdrew his extended right foot.
At that moment, a patch of night opened in the void behind them, and a figure wearing a deep red cloak, carrying a black case, slowly approached.
“Hmm?” Shao Pingge raised an eyebrow, turning to look. Seeing the familiar face, he smiled, “You came too?”
“Got bored after dinner, thought I’d join in the fun.”
Lin Qiye smiled slightly, “Besides, I’m quite curious about… the identity of Beijing City team’s new captain.”
His gaze fell on Chen Han in his military coat, and he paused slightly.
Chen Han, seeing Lin Qiye, also froze in place.
After they stared at each other for a while, Lin Qiye finally spoke in surprise:
“Chen Han?”
“It’s me.” Chen Han smiled helplessly, “Surprised?”
Lin Qiye examined him carefully for a while before nodding, “Indeed surprising, and the aura about you…”
From the moment Lin Qiye first saw Chen Han, he noticed that Chen Han’s aura had undergone a complete transformation. The quality he emanated reminded Lin Qiye of another person…
Or rather, another god.
“Li… Fengdu Emperor?” Lin Qiye asked in astonishment, “You became his proxy? How did this happen?”
“Two years ago, when Anta County returned from the mist, I met Uncle Li,” Chen Han’s eyes filled with reminiscence, “I was dying of fever at the time, and he used some power to heal my body, then told me everything…
After that, I could feel something different inside me.”
“Later I learned that it was Uncle Li’s divine domain.”
