"Get up, get up soon! Don't pretend to be dead with me!"

As his loud voice approached, Xu Xing was kicked up.

Xu Xing opened his eyes and saw a sloppy man with a waist on his waist. He was dressed in a torn manner, scattered head and dirty face, and a thick body with no beard under his jaw. Judging from his age, he looked about thirty years old.

When the sloppy man saw Xu Xing wake up, he looked down at Xu Xing and grinned, "Boy, why don't you get out of here!"

Xu Xing frowned slightly and sat up.

After sitting up, Xu Xing was shocked to find that his body had become much thinner and thinner. This was not the figure that an adult should have!

A pair of small hands were covered with frostbite, and ten fingers were swollen like carrots. They felt pain and itchy, and their feet were without shoes, and several bloody cuts were cracked on the heels, causing a faint pain.

The clothes I was wearing were dirty and torn, and it was difficult to cover my body. The place where I lay was not a bed, but a pile of messy hay spread on the ground.

This made Xu Xing a little stunned, and a thought that he didn't believe it very much: "Am I dreaming? Or... have traveled through time?"

In an instant, Xu Xing's answer had turned to the latter.

The sloppy man looked stunned when he saw Xu Xing, but he was a little impatient and cursed: "Damn, why are you stupid? Get out of here!" He kicked Xu Xing's shoulder, kicked him to the ground, then bent down, took the hay on the ground, turned around and walked behind a mud statue not far away.

Seeing the mud statue, Xu Xing realized that he might be in a dilapidated temple.

There are several large holes leaking from the roof of the dilapidated temple. You can see the gray sky through the loophole above your head.

There was nothing inside the dilapidated temple, only facing the gate and close to the back wall, a mud statue with a blurred face was located.

The paint on the mud statue had long been peeling off so that it could not tell what it was originally, and even one of the arms was missing.

Below the mud statue is a dirt platform more than half a person tall. The dirt platform is quite wide and has a large gap with the back wall in the temple, which is just right for people to hide in and block the wind.

Xu Xing watched the sloppy man crawl into the gap behind the mud-like platform, and soon there was a vague light of fire. He knew in his heart that the hay he had laid under him had probably been taken by this person to light up.

In addition to being kicked just now, Xu Xing couldn't help but feel angry and cold in his eyes.

A gust of cold wind blew in from outside the door with flying snowflakes. Xu Xing couldn't help but shiver and curled up and sat on the ground. He felt pain all over his body as if someone had a needle pricked.

Not only that, Xu Xing also felt unbearable hunger in his abdomen, and the colic after waves made him feel very uncomfortable.

Until this moment, some vague memories gradually emerged in Xu Xing's mind.

The original owner of this body was also called Xu Xing. He was twelve years old and was a beggar orphan. His location was at this time in a dilapidated and abandoned land temple outside Suining City.

Since this land temple has been unsupported for a long time, it had become one of the beggars' nests around Suning City a few years ago.

In recent days, the weather has been suddenly cold, and there are fewer pedestrians in Suning City who are willing to walk on the streets than before. The beggar Xu Xing has not been able to get enough food for several days. He is frozen and hungry every day. Finally, he can't stand it and die of cold and starvation in this dilapidated land temple.

It also happened that while the beggar Xu Xing died, another soul of Xu Xing occupied the body and was woken up by the sloppy beggar.

Xu Xing shrank and looked outside. He saw the cold wind whistling outside, and the sky was dark, and it was almost dark.

The doors and windows of the dilapidated temple have long disappeared. Only the air-permeable holes are left at the original doors and windows, which are constantly poured in by the cold wind.

The place where Xu Xing lay before was not far from the door.

Xu Xing was cold and hungry at this time. If he couldn't find some food to fill his stomach early and find a place to keep warm, he would be afraid that he would die of cold and starvation in the middle of the night.

Xu Xing tightened his torn clothes, clamped his arms, stood up, raised his feet, which were already numb and frozen, and walked step by step behind the mud statue of the ruined temple.

Bypassing the mud statue and the earth platform, Xu Xing saw a fire. The flames were not too strong, but the beating flames could give people a warm feeling.

A broken clay pot was hung on the fire, and half a can of paste-shaped leftover soup was filled with a slight heat.

The smell of food penetrated into Xu Xing's nose, causing Xu Xing to feel hungry even more, and he couldn't help but make a "gurgling" sound in his stomach.

Next to the fire was covered with thick hay. The sloppy beggar sat on the hay leaning against the wall, wearing a shabby bed of dirty bedding, and was reaching out to cook the fire.

Maybe he heard the screams in Xu Xing's belly. The sloppy beggar looked up at Xu Xing and cursed: "Baby, get out of here, dare to come over again, I will beat you to death!"

Xu Xing had already suppressed the anger in his heart at this time, swallowed his saliva, and said with a little cautious look, "I am cold and hungry now, and I am almost unable to hold on. Can I let me roast it here for a while and divide it into a few sips of hot soup for me to drink?"

Because it was too cold, Xu Xing couldn't help but tremble when he spoke, as if he was afraid.

The sloppy beggar showed a little disdain and sneered: "What are you dreaming about? What does it have to do with me when you are cold and hungry? Why did I ask you to roast the fire and give you hot soup?"

Xu Xing took a few steps, feeling the warmth brought by the flames, and said in a sad tone: "I am really not able to hold on. If I don't eat anything, I will be frozen to death!"

When the sloppy beggar heard this, his face showed a little joy and said, "Really? You are about to die? Haha, that's great. When you die, I can use you to stew a few bowls of broth to drink! It won't be possible for me to kill you! Tsk, broth, I haven't eaten it for a long time!"

Xu Xing was suddenly shocked when he saw a greedy light like a hungry wolf in his eyes when he saw the sloppy beggar's eyes, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Yu Guang saw a rusty hatchet next to the fire, and the hatchet was stained with brown blood. Several memory clips flashed like lightning in Xu Xing's mind:

In this dilapidated temple, in addition to Xu Xing, there was another beggar named Gou Zuo...

Dog Zuo is slightly younger than Xu Xing, only about seven or eight years old...

One day half a month ago, Gou Zuo suddenly disappeared...

In the days after that, Xu Xing could smell the aroma of stewed meat coming from the mud statue every day...

There are some small bones of unknown origin in the corner of the dilapidated temple...

Xu Xing's eyes searched for the corner of the ruined temple. When he saw the tiny bones again, he felt a chill in his heart.

As the fire flashed, the sloppy beggar's face also looked dim and a bit hideous.

Xu Xing looked solemn, staring at the sloppy beggar, and slowly retreated.

The sloppy beggar looked up at Xu Xing, laughed and said, "Baby, do you want to escape? Have you discovered something?" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the rusty hatchet beside him.

The sound of the hatchet rubbing on the ground reached Xu Xing's ears, like a demonic sound that was urging the soul to death.

Xu Xing retreated, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Duyuan... did you kill him? Did you eat him?"

The sloppy beggar stood up with his knife, and his tall shadow swayed under the fire. He said in a quiet tone: "You have discovered it! It's really cold and you can't get food on the street. If you don't eat the meat of you two little boys, can you starve me to death? You can't escape! You'd better stay here and make my broth!" As he said that, he jumped towards Xu Xing.

Xu Xing kept staring at the sloppy beggar. As soon as the sloppy beggar moved, he turned around and ran away from the ruined temple.

Outside the dilapidated temple, it had already darkened, but the thick snow on the ground reflected the earth in silver. Xu Xing's thin figure was clearly visible.

The ruined temple is four or five miles away from the Suning City. At this time, it is too late to escape to the Suning City. In the opposite direction, half a mile away from the ruined temple, there is a small village. Xu Xing fled to the village while shouting for help.

The sloppy beggar heard Xu Xing's shouting, afraid of attracting other people's troubles. He felt cruel in his heart. Before he could catch up with Xu Xing, he tried his best to throw the hatchet in his hand towards Xu Xing.

Xu Xing heard the sound of wind behind him, and his heart tightened. He rushed forward and lay on the ground, just avoiding the flying hatchet.

After Xu Xing fell to the ground, he ignored the coldness and pain on his body. He stared at the hatchet that fell in the snow not far ahead, and rolled and crawled to the hatchet not far away, and grabbed the hatchet. At this time, the heavy footsteps behind him were approaching. Xu Xing had no time to think about it, so he turned around and swept the sword.

The hatchet swept across the sloppy beggar's neck and brought out a large splash of blood.

The sloppy beggar was about to reach out to grab Xu Xing, but half of his hand was stretched out, but he stopped. He looked a little disbelief and retracted his hand to cover the wound on his neck, but blood gushed out like a spring water, dyeing his torn clothes red.

The sloppy beggar stared at Xu Xing with his other hand, opening his mouth to say something, but he could only burst into his mouth with big mouthfuls of blood.

After being choked by the blood, he couldn't help coughing again, bringing out more blood. The more blood he coughed out, the more he couldn't stop coughing. Finally, in a series of coughs, the sloppy beggar's silly coughing sound became weaker and weaker, and he fell to the ground weaker, twitching his body, and gradually disappeared.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Xu Xing's nervous mood gradually calmed down.

In his previous life, in this life, Xu Xing was surprised to be afraid of the first time he killed someone.

Looking back at the village halfway inside and outside, he found that no one was attracted by it. Xu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, threw down the hatchet in his hand, took off the sloppy beggar's shoes, and put them on his feet. As for the clothes on the body, they were already stained with blood. Xu Xing hesitated for a moment, but did not take them off and put them on him.

After doing this, Xu Xing felt that his body was about to be frozen. He gritted his teeth and endured the biting coldness, and quickly returned to the ruined temple with trembling trembling.

After the ruined temple mud statue, the flames were already smaller. Xu Xing added some firewood to make the flames flourish again.

After slapping the snow on his body, he slowly took off the clay pot, folded two cleaner sticks from the pile of firewood next to him as chopsticks, wiped them on the clothes, and stirred the wooden sticks into the clay pot. He found that there were only some sparse porridge in the jar, and there was no shredded pork in the jar, so he felt a little relieved.

But then I thought that the sloppy beggar might have used this broken clay pot to cook the leftover dog into broth, and I felt very disgusting and disgusting.

Xu Xing hesitated for a while, and finally his desire for survival overwhelmed the feeling of separation in his heart, and he opened his mouth to send the porridge into his mouth.

After half a can of steaming porridge, a warm feeling surged from the abdomen to the whole body. Xu Xing let out a long breath and finally felt like he was alive.

After roasting for a while, when the flames were slightly smaller and the whole body no longer felt so cold, Xu Xing walked out of the ruined temple and looked around. He found that there was a waste well next to the ruined temple. There was no clear view of the underground scene in the dark night.

I grabbed a handful of snow, squeezed a snow ball, and threw it into the well, and no sound of water came out of the well.

Xu Xing said intimately, "This is a good place to destroy corpses!" He dragged the sloppy beggar's body over and pushed it into the abandoned well.

After dealing with the body, Xu Xing took the hatchet and shoveled all the blood-stained mud and snow on the ground, and threw them into the waste well together.

After dealing with all this, no blood was visible during the snowy night, Xu Xing felt a little relieved and returned to the ruined temple with a hatchet.

In the dilapidated temple, Xu Xing hid behind the mud-like platform, with thick hay underneath him and a shabby quilt full of odor. The flames jumping in front of him brought warmth and dispelled the coldness brought by the cold wind outside.

Xu Xing was roasting the fire while thinking: "Since you have traveled through time, you must not continue to be a little beggar. Well, you have to go to Suning City to see if there is any opportunity to make money, and ensure your food and clothing first..."
Chapter completed!