Ning Shu looked at such a short house and felt that she should not go in, so as not to collapse.

"Come in, why are you standing outside? Are you disgusted? Humph?" The little beggar hummed from his nose.

"Come in quickly. If others see a soul like you, they will capture you and receive a reward." said the little beggar.

Ning Shu had no choice but to get in, and then the beggar closed the door. Looking at Ning Shu wearing red clothes, he felt that the room had been illuminated.

"Are all your family dead?" asked the beggar.

Ning Shu just said, "Anyway, I'm alone now."

Ning Shu didn't know how her former relatives were. Maybe she was still alive and she didn't die for a long time, but it was also possible that after a thousand years, her parents had passed away.

The little beggar looked at Ning Shu with a feeling of sympathy, "My parents, and my sister, all my family were killed by dogs... The guards of the Japanese generals, but the guards wanted the souls of my parents."

Ning Shu was a little curious, "Then how did you escape?" Someone really took the risk to kill the people in the city.

"I'll hide." The little beggar's body trembled, "One day, one day, I will make these people pay their blood debts and let these soul-detained guards disappear the city lord."

Ning Shu saw the light bursting out from the little beggar in an instant, and it was almost blinding her eyes.

"Why, don't everyone think that the soul should be dealt with?" Ning Shu asked back.

"Why don't some souls be dealt with, but some souls have to be dealt with, and the disposed souls are still for these people to practice?" The little beggar was filled with righteous indignation, "My parents were killed by General Wei like this."

"It will definitely be very painful to turn a living soul into a bottle of water. It is to put the soul on the stone mill, crush the soul into soul liquid like crushing beans." The beggar frowned.

In the beggar's heart, to turn the soul into a liquid form, that is, to pour the soaked beans into a stone mill and grind them into a liquid form.

How painful it is.

Ning Shu felt that although what this little beggar said was not right, it was not far away.

Anyway, the process is very painful.

Ning Shu looked at the little beggar and felt his head staring at the huge halo of the protagonist.

Ning Shu asked: "Do you want to knock down the rules in the city?"

The little beggar beat him up, haha, "I just talk about it casually, but you really can't go out, otherwise you will be caught."

Ning Shu shouted, found a place to sit down, and looked at the dirty child who couldn't even see his face.

"What are you watching me?" The little beggar was uncomfortable by Ning Shu's eyes and couldn't help asking, "What's going on with her?" Isn't she worried about those people chasing me? She was so leisurely, and she wasn't here for an outing.

Ning Shu hummed, "Are you practicing the secrets of the streets?"

"What a big street, I will definitely practice very well." said the beggar.

Ning Shu: "I have practiced very well. What are you going to do?"

Beggar: "Of course...protect yourself."

The little beggar was alert and even thought that she was from a lady from which family she ran out, "You shouldn't tell others what I said."

Ning Shu spread his hands, "I am being chased by the city guards now. I will tell who I want to tell you. Besides, I will be thrown into a bottle as soon as I catch it, and I finally escaped."

The little beggar relaxed his tense body slightly, "Then how did you escape?"

"The fire did not burn me to death, and then I found an empty room to emerge." Ning Shu said directly.

"Fire?" the little beggar's teeth clattered, "Does those people use fire to catch their souls?"

"Yes, the soul has been burned, like ice, and turned into water." Ning Shu was afraid that he would not speak vividly, so he made a metaphor.

"Dad, mom..." The little beggar was in pain and suppressed his body.

Ning Shu can basically be sure that this child will achieve great things in the future. Some will give you strength and then complete your mission, while others will temper you thousands of times, like Tiansha Lone Star, all relatives and friends will die and become stronger, and then let you complete your mission.

Anyway, no matter how exciting it is, if the protagonist's fate is smooth, it will not be called the protagonist.

"Why did General Wei kill you and your parents just because he lacked souls...' He didn't have enough performance, so he killed people to replenish his soul. This is like when fighting, he couldn't kill the enemy, so he could only bring the civilians in his own city to collect the heads and get rewards.

The little beggar's dark face showed a sarcastic look, "It's not for the soul, how could those high-ranking guards come to such a dirty place?"

It can be said that they are going to be massacred every once in a while. Some guards feel that their performance may not meet the standards, so they go to the slums to kill a few people, making up their souls.

Of course, these are all unspoken rules between the generals of the guards, and they cannot be killed too much, so as not to attract dissatisfaction among the people above. They are almost the same as the unspoken rules between the generals of the guards.

"Then do you hate those guards?" Ning Shu asked.

"No, I hate people who regard us as pigs, dogs, cows and sheep." The little beggar said gritting his teeth.

Ning Shu:...

The little guy who can't even fill his stomach has the idea of ​​working hard for the rise of mankind in his mind.

This is so illogical.

Only when people eat and wear warm clothes will they pursue higher spiritual enjoyment. They are not full or wear warm clothes. In other words, they are a bit of a secondary disease.

But he obviously noticed the difference, and unlike ordinary fools, he had accepted and deeply embraced this peace.

However, no one likes turbulence, every change will cause turbulence, and no one likes instability.

Some people are willing to live a peaceful life, some people are unwilling to give up, and some reasons make them stir up the wind and rain. The little beggar probably belongs to the kind of people who stir up the wind and rain.

"Okay, you practice." Ning Shu looked at the collapsed straw hut.

The dream that slums like to have is to be able to leave here, or become a master overnight, become a guard general who everyone fears, and reach the peak of life.

Then these people who became guard generals would come back to massacre people from the slums.

The guards could not kill people who lived in high walls and green tiles, but no one cared about those who lived in slums even if a few people died.

Although the world is rich in spiritual energy, not everyone can practice it. Cultivating immortals requires root bones and spiritual roots. If a person with spiritual roots can produce a chicken coop, a phoenix will appear in a slum in this kind of slum.

Even if there are, there are some miscellaneous spiritual roots, and the cultivation speed is very slow and the future is limited.

This little beggar has spiritual roots, but five spiritual roots. Even if he has practiced for a hundred or eighty years, it is very difficult to build a foundation.
Chapter completed!