Chapter 31 The Beggar’s Sorrow

"Pfft~"

Mo Yu's pupils were dilated and he groaned and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His hair was soaked with sweat, his lips were white, he swayed a few times, his body fell straight back, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Wu Dabao looked stunned, swallowed his saliva, struggled in panic and came over to check Mo Yu's breathing. He stretched out his hand and felt carefully, but there was no breathing at all.

"Dead?"

He looked at his right hand in disbelief, opened it and held it. After repeating it several times, he finally accepted the fact that Mo Yu was dead.

Wu Dabao stumbled to his feet, threw his head back and laughed wildly. He kept muttering something like he was finally dead, and said that no one who opposed him would have a happy ending.

"Who did you say died?"

Suddenly, Mo Yu's taunting voice was vaguely remembered behind him. Wu Dabao's expression froze, and he slowly turned his head and looked back in fear.

When he saw Mo Yu standing with a sinister look on his face, looking at him coldly, he pointed and screamed like a cat stepping on its tail: "No way, you are not..."

"Already dead?"

With a mocking look on his face, Mo Yu grabbed Wu Dabao's extended index finger and, under the horrified gaze of the other party, forcefully broke it back.

Click!

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, Wu Dabao's finger bones were broken, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he began to scream like a killing pig, threatening Mo Yu to let him go, but would Mo Yu pay attention to him? Of course not!

Mo Yu sneered, let go of Wu Dabao's fingers, and grabbed his hair before the other person could retract.

Pulling him over, he suddenly raised his knee and pushed it against the latter's face! Then he straightened his calf and kicked him hard in the abdomen.

Wu Dabao groaned, his body flew against the wall like a sandbag, landed on the ground, curled up like a shrimp, covered his blood-stained head that was beyond recognition, trembling and wailing.

If it hadn't been so painful, I might have rolled all over the floor!

Mo Yu watched everything expressionlessly, silently tapping his acupuncture points to seal the bleeding, and then walked towards Wu Dabao.

When the latter saw Mo Yu approaching, he shrank back with fear on his face, and started to tremble and beg for mercy.

"Uncle, please let me go. I have realized my mistake. I will never be blind again. Let me go. I will be rewarded well when I go out."

As he said this, he shamelessly began to kowtow.

Mo Yu was only more disgusted with Wu Dabao's behavior. He looked at him coldly and murmured in a cold voice: "Go to sleep for a while, now is not the time for you to die."

Wu Dabao's heart trembled, and he was stunned and knocked unconscious by Mo Yu's palm.

Mo Yu looked around, worried and patched up Wu Dabao's acupoints, took a pile of hay and covered him, then stood up and wrapped the wound with the clothes strips torn off Wu Dabao's body.

After gritting his teeth and taking a few breaths, after all the wounds were bandaged, Mo Yu stood up and walked out of the house.

I closed the door and looked up at the sky. The scorching sun made my head feel dizzy. I shook my head to wake up.

I found a well in the courtyard, went back to the house to get a wooden bucket, and brought a bucket of water up. I simply sobered up my face so as not to scare others.

Then, instead of taking the main entrance, he climbed out from the back wall of the courtyard.

It's quiet outside, and few people come to such a remote place.

Mo Yu frowned, carefully recalled the way into the city, determined the general direction of the medical center, and then left, walking towards the street.

I don’t know how Beggar and the others are doing, or whether the owner of the medical center is deliberately making things difficult for them...

He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the noise of the crowds on the street. He was familiar with the road and soon passed through most of Chiyang.

When they were still two streets away from the medical center, Mo Yu stopped at a tea stall and listened to the two chatting with a gloomy face.

Because the people they were talking about were beggars and old beggars!

The two were first shocked by Mo Yu's behavior and stopped talking. But after a while, they lost their temper and ignored Mo Yu and started talking again.

I heard him sighing, saying that yesterday, a group of officers and soldiers suddenly came to Guangrentang, and they announced for unknown reasons that the hall was closed and people were being investigated.

The crowd gathered in surprise, and after giving instructions for a long time, the team of officers and soldiers came out and brought out two beggars, an old man and a young man.

At that time, the old beggar was lying on the wooden frame, dying and wearing bandages, while the young beggar had been severely beaten, with a bruised nose and face, and was lying on the wooden frame crying.

Everyone was talking, but the official of Guangrentang didn't dare to say anything. He watched helplessly as the group of officers and soldiers threw the beggars and others in the middle of the road.

Moreover, the leader of the team told the surrounding crowd that no medical clinic would be allowed to interfere in this matter, otherwise he would be shot without mercy!

At this point, everyone did not dare to say anything due to the official authority. The drugstore owners kept the faces of the two beggars in mind for fear of violating a taboo.

"Crack!"

Really unable to listen, Mo Yu hated Huo Yingchi, grabbed the person who was still chatting, and asked suppressedly: "Is what you said true?"

The man was really frightened by Mo Yu's ferocious expression and did not dare to resist at all, so much so that he forgot how to speak.

Seeing this, his companion swallowed his saliva and stepped forward, saying harmoniously: "Young hero, don't be anxious. Everything the two of us said is true. There were witnesses from the surrounding neighbors that day. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask."

Mo Yu tilted his head, and the man nodded repeatedly, and then he truly believed the truth.

Mo Yu gently loosened the opponent's collar, clasped his fists and said thank you in a muffled voice, turned around and pushed away the crowd that gathered around him, and ran towards Guangrentang at full speed.

The power roared, and the figures of the beggar and the old beggar appeared in his mind. How painful and desperate they must have been at that time.

And all this was definitely done by Wu Dabao and the others!

I suppressed my thoughts and quickly arrived outside Guangrentang. Fortunately, due to the influence of yesterday, the medicine shop was open but no one visited it.

Mo Yu swept away the napping clerk at the door, carried him inside, slapped his palm on the counter, and said in a cold voice: "Tell your shopkeeper to come out!"

The waiter was frightened by the suddenness. When he concentrated, he saw that he was actually a young boy. He was immediately upset and prepared to retaliate, but when he came into contact with Mo Yu's cold gaze, he was still frightened.

He turned around silently and walked towards the inner hall. After a while, he came out with a nervous doctor.

When the doctor saw Mo Yu, he felt a chill on his neck unconsciously. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward with a stiff face, clasped his hands and tried to explain what happened to the beggar and the others.

"Young hero, please listen..."

"No need to say more!"

Mo Yu already knew the whole ins and outs of the matter and directly waved his hand to interrupt the doctor's words.

He said anxiously: "I already know the matter, you just need to tell me the whereabouts of Beggar and the others." After saying that, he stared at the other party with his eyes.

The doctor's forehead was sweating, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Mo Yu was not here to accuse him.

No longer under pressure, the doctor turned around and asked the waiter to close the door, then called Mo Yu to the inner hall, listened attentively and no one was eavesdropping, and then sighed.

"Yesterday, there was an order from the city lord's palace, and I didn't dare to come forward to help. I could only send my assistant to follow. I followed them all the way, and finally I saw them leaving Chiyang City."

Leaving the city? Mo Yu felt a chill in his heart and guessed that the beggar must have returned to the ruined temple.

His face softened slightly, Mo Yu cupped his fists and thanked the doctor. Finally, with a heavy expression on his face, he hesitantly asked.

"Doctor, may I ask about the health of Grandpa Beggar..."

He didn't say everything, but the doctor knew what Mo Yu meant, thought about it, and finally shook his head and sighed apologetically.

After suffocating his breath, Mo Yu turned his head to the side with difficulty and closed his eyes.

On the way here, he had already made some vague guesses.

The old beggar was already old and lacked food and drink. He was beaten first and received no treatment later. His body overlapped with reality. Even a young and strong body would be tortured, let alone a body like the old beggar.

When the doctor next to him saw Mo Yu immersed in grief, his heart felt inexplicably soft. He sighed softly and took out a medicine box from the bedside.

There is a pair of medicine, some bandages, and some bruises inside.

Finally, he hesitated and turned around to look at Mo Yu, gritted his teeth and took out a money bag from his arms, put it in gently, and closed the medicine box.

After a long time, Mo Yu recovered and looked calm. Upon seeing this, the doctor quickly took the medicine box.

He handed it to Mo Yu and said sincerely: "It's considered an acquaintance. This is all I can do, alas~"

Mo Yu took the medicine box and opened it to see clearly what was inside. His eyes instantly became dry and his throat burned and he couldn't speak. He had mixed feelings when he responded to him like he did before.

The doctor saw Mo Yu's true intentions and waved his hands in relief: "It's just a small effort, don't take it too seriously, young hero, go find the person quickly."

Mo Yu took a long breath, slung the medicine box on his shoulder, and solemnly clasped his fists: "I, Mo Yu, have recorded this kindness."

Then, the doctor explained some treatment matters and led Mo Yu to the back door of the hospital. No one from the four investigators saw him off.

Mo Yu left the hospital, raised his head to let the sun shine on his face, dispelling the fatigue of the past two days, and then blended into the crowd.

I bought some food on the way and bought a pot of rice wine that the old beggar loved to drink. I went straight to the gate of the city and quickly left the city without queuing.

I set foot on the official road from the west and ran as fast as I could. In just a moment, I got off the official road and came to the wild mountain trail.

Standing at the intersection, Mo Yu noticed traces of wooden frames being dragged on the ground, intermittent signs. It seemed that the beggar had indeed returned to the ruined temple.

Feeling a little irritated for no reason, Mo Yu wiped his sweat casually, stepped lightly, and jumped up to a rock on the mountain road, and then jumped dozens of meters away.

In this way, the speed of going up the mountain is accelerated, and the mountain road that usually takes an hour can be completed in less than half an hour.

Standing at the door of the familiar ruined temple, Mo Yu hesitated, wanting to go in but not daring to go in.

The scorching sun was scorching, and the birds were singing happily. Finally, Mo Yu sighed and gently stepped onto the threshold.

After entering the hospital, there was a dead silence. Mo Yu's steps stopped and he looked blankly to the west of the courtyard, where the old beggar usually boiled medicine for himself.
To be continued...