At this moment, the fire platform is cold, the gapped medicine pot is thrown carelessly, and there is a pool of brown medicine liquid on the ground, silently subdividing into streams.

Under the old tree nearby, the old beggar was lying quietly on the wooden frame, while the beggar was expressionless and kneeling in confusion.

"Begging~"

Mo Yu whispered to the beggar's back, but there was no response.

Mo Yu frowned and secretly sighed that something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward. When he saw the old beggar's face turned pale and his chest did not rise and fall, his heartbeat suddenly stopped.

The medicine box fell to the ground with a thud. He leaned down and reached under the old beggar's nose with trembling fingers.

No breathing!

There were waves in my heart. In disbelief, I grabbed the old beggar's wrist and felt his pulse again, and then put my ear against the latter's chest to listen to his heartbeat...

However, the result is the same, no response!

The old beggar is dead!

Mo Yu's throat was blocked and he turned to look at Beggar. The latter looked lifeless and hadn't moved at all since the beginning.

Mo Yu is very familiar with this reaction. He himself experienced it personally a year ago.

Mo Yu's heart was heavy, he put his hands on Beggar's shoulders and called to Beggar in a low voice for dozens of times. The latter's eyes moved slightly, he raised his head to look at Mo Yu, and said hoarsely,

"Brother Mo Yu, are we...wrong? Why do they treat us like this?"
Chapter completed!