In this world, the most lively hour of the year is the Shangyuan Festival.

Go up to Chang'an and go down to the state capital, wherever there are people who can breathe, the night market will be opened and lanterns will be hung, and it will be fun for three days and three nights.

According to Li Chang’an’s cheap master, there are often fairies in the barren hills and mounds, and ghosts and gods in the sky and the earth can’t bear to be lonely.

As for the horrible, funny, or lingering stories born from this, it is another legend.

But this nationwide custom changed its appearance when it reached the boundary of Xiaoshui.

The last Yuan Festival hastily handled things, and all the excitement, including lighting up the lanterns at night, and even the obscure blind dates of men and women, were moved on this Dionysus.

It seems to be different from the previous festival.

At the time of the festival, in front of the wine cellar, on the most prosperous waterway, lights will be put on the night for two consecutive days, and a grand ceremony will be held on the third day, wine will be served, and the gods will be worshipped.

Today is the first day of the Dionysus.

So early in the morning, on the streets on both sides, the owners, shopkeepers, and running halls of the shops were not busy doing business, just hanging up lanterns, tying ribbons, and arranging carefully prepared lanterns in front of the shop. Just waited until the evening, and it shined.

The water is even more lively. The large and small painting boats have taken up positions early. The host’s home is local, and even the famous corners of San Le, prostitutes, actresses, and hundreds of operas have come from all over the years. On the festival, use a year of meticulous preparation of the program, a blockbuster, and make a lot of money!

On the streets, pedestrians who can't bear it are naturally unavoidable, wandering around early, waiting for the first sight.

On a festive day here, no matter the poor or the rich, they naturally changed into the best clothes and showed their best looks. Even the beggar who can't eat enough to wash himself before going out, earning an eye, and asking for a lot of coins, isn't it?

But there are always oddities in the liveliness and cleanliness.

The lively crowd suddenly cracked a gap and staggered and "moved" a beggar from the street.

His clothes were dilapidated and dirty, his hair looked like knotted algae, and his face was so dark that he had a few big pustules. It was so dirty that it was muddy and stinky, and bugs were flying around him.

Hooked up countless eyes and dislikes, but he didn't react at all, just staggering forward, living like a wandering corpse.

So dead.

A few evil boys came across.

While running wildly, while stunned, no one on the two sides dodges, and they smashed into each other.

Needless to say next.

The beggar was dragged to the side of the alley and beaten by the gang of evil boys.

That's weird.

For the beggars of this kind, beating is a necessary skill. At this time, the group should stand up, protect the vital points, and scream and plead.

But this person just lay upright, letting his fists and feet upper body, he didn't hum, he just buzzed in his mouth.

One of the wicked boys was tired from the fight, and leaned over to listen carefully while pinching his nose.

It turned out that only one word was repeated.

"hungry."

"Still hungry?"

The evil boy laughed.

Leaving the alley, not long after, came back with a bowl of rotten rice soup.

"Call."

As if calling a pig or dog, he slapped his mouth with a whistle and poured rice soup into the roots of the wall.

"give you to eat."

At the last moment, the wicked teenagers were still laughing and joking, admiring the "humor" of their companions, but the next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly, one after another, it seemed that ducks were strangling their throats.

They only saw the half-dead beggar, suddenly like a mad wild dog, leaped at the root of the wall, pressed his face against the corner, and licked like a wild dog.

The hard wall squeezed the abscesses on his face, and the red and yellow stains were unknowingly. He just tried to stick his tongue out to get the leftovers in the cracks.

"Crazy, crazy."

The evil teenagers looked at each other, and they all saw the abhorrent cold in each other's eyes, and even a hint of inexplicable horror.

Quickly pretended to spit a few mouthfuls, then put down a few ruthless words, and hurriedly left.

The beggar doesn't care, or doesn't have the energy to care.

Just a little bit of rice soup in my stomach, on the contrary ignited the hunger in my stomach, and the internal organs are burning with pain!

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind.

eat!

He simply peeled off the moss and wall covering that smelled of rotten rice soup, and stuffed it into his mouth roundly.

At this time, a soft sound was stuffed next to him.

"Are you OK?"

He raised his eyes and saw that the jingmu fork, the green skirt, and he didn't know which little girl came to show kindness.

The beggar yelled, "Hungry."

As he spoke, a little moss appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he hurriedly put it back into his mouth.

The little girl looked at it and sighed.

"That can't be eaten."

She took out a few coppers and handed them over.

"Take it and buy a pancake."

The chewing of the beggar stopped.

He looked at the coin, or rather, he stared at the hand holding the coin.

So white!

It's so tender!

It looks like soaked chicken feet, and it looks like goat's hooves with hair removed and blanched.

The throat rolls.

He caught the "sheep's hoof" abruptly.

…………

"What did I do?!"

"What did I do?!"

"What did I do?!"

In a shady room in a run-down house, a beggar tugged at his hair and asked himself repeatedly.

Gradually.

He hugged his body and shrank in the corner, sobbing and crying.

Although he is a beggar, he has no self-esteem, but he is a **** who lacks tears and blood.

In his bleak and incomprehensible half of his life, I couldn't cry so much twice.

The first time was to pay off the gambling debts, to sell off the ancestral property, and to anger his parents.

For the second time, he sold his unforgettable wife for gambling debts.

And this time.

He cried so miserably, as if he was squeezing out the hunger in his abdomen from his eyes, mixed with his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

It was because he felt inexplicably that what he was about to lose this time seemed to be more and more important than the previous two. That was something that a person should have.

Just curled up, whimpered, chaotic.

Abruptly.

From outside the house faintly came:

"Fucking, there are so many bugs! Catch that guy quickly and go back for business."

"Can you see that he is indeed still there?"

"See clearly, that gambler was still in the house just now."

Gambler? !

The beggar is an exciting spirit.

What happened?

The government came to the door so soon!

He didn't care about the cat urine, turned over neatly, fumbled to the corner of the wall, and opened the pile of messy grass, revealing a dog hole.

The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually approached.

He didn't dare to stay, puckered up his **** and got in.

However, as soon as I put my head on, the scalp was tight, and I was actually pulled out of the hair by someone grabbing my hair.

When I got outside, I fixed my eyes.

A guy with his flowered arms, looked at himself jokingly.

Mother!

The beggar shook from his toes to the apex of his heart.

"Flower Yama" Zhang Tong!

...

"You scumbag, grandpa is looking for you, do you dare to run?"

Zhang Tong pulled the beggar's hair like a radish tassel, shaking his hands, secretly proud.

It is ridiculous that Dao Ren Li still wants to eat alone, but he doesn't know that the eyes of the brothers are always staring at him. The yamen didn't act there, and I got the news from here.

I just don't know how many other people heard the news, and came to get a share of the pie.

But what?

Which of the city foxes and the side alleys of Xiaoshui City know better than Zhang Tong?

Isn't that a top pick?

He was thinking: How can this credit be worth twenty or thirty taels of silver.

Suddenly.

His hands were greasy and uncomfortable.

Let go and take a look.

There was some bug hidden in the beggar's hair.

He grabbed it and squeezed it all into his hands.

Red worm blood, yellow pus, and black dirt all stained the hands.

The nausea made Zhang Tong furious, and when he raised his hand, he drew the beggar's top to turn over.

He slapped me plainly.

The beggar was muffled, not daring to breathe, enduring the swelling and pain on his left face, and using his hands and feet together, he was about to run away.

It's a pity that I didn't climb a few steps.

"Snapped."

Another crisp slap fell on the right face.

Zhang Shaonan sneered and blocked him back.

Now the faces on both sides are alive, swollen into a monkey ass.

Seeing that there was no way to go to the ground, the beggar "pounced" and fell to his knees, squatting his head vigorously.

"Master Tong, Master Nan, I owe you money, please give me a few more days of grace, next time... next time I will pay it back."

While begging, the beggar took a moment to glance, only to see "Hua Yan Luo" holding his arms, just sneer.

He shook his heart and panicked.

"Tongye, you are very merciful, but you must spare me a bad life. Keep me, there is still room to pay; kill me, but you can't pay back!"

Zhang Tong sneered, and was about to kick this skinless and faceless scumbag, but he caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, that Dao Ren Li and a few people were rushing here.

Grinning.

"rest assured."

"Neither collect debts nor die this time."

He grabbed the beggar up.

"Grandpa, I'm here to save your bad life today."

"what?"

…………

Dongfeng night puts flowers and thousands of trees.

That night.

The Bacchus Festival arrived as scheduled.

The flowers and trees are continuous, the singing and dancing are noisy, the lights are bright, and the tourists are like weaving.

Not only the long street in front of the wine god’s cellar, but in fact, even the nearby Fang City, half of Xiaoshui is covered by this celebration.

But when there is excitement, there will be deserted; when there is prosperity, there will be loneliness.

The jackdaw was sad and empty and landed in a closed courtyard in the east of the city.

This is the prison of Xiaoshui Mansion.

A corner excluded from the bustling city.

The unlucky ones inside can't enjoy the festive celebrations. They can only listen to the laughter from far away through the iron fence, and the annoying mosquito noises in the prison.

"Om~ Om~"

"Snapped!"

"Shhh! Keep your voice down."

"Fart quietly, it's been a while, I don't think the murderer will come at all!"

Ore.

There was a few noises in the deserted, and a curtain in the corner was torn open, and "Hua Yanluo" burst out in despair.

At this time in previous years.

He had already spent a lot of money in the lamp market, and then went happily.

But today, for the sake of silver, she had to shrink in this cell, waiting for the fish to bite.

However, at this hour, it is estimated that the lamp market is about to end, but the murderer has not yet come. Instead, he feeds the mosquitoes that are full of prisons for nothing.

"Set an ambush, but put the ground in a big prison. The murderer is not a fool. How can he be willing to throw himself into the trap?"

He kept complaining.

Around.

Zhang Shaonan is the younger brother, so it's hard to say more; the ranger and the swordsman maintain the demeanor of masters, but just stand silently; the Taoist sits quietly and does not bother to take care of it.

Only Zheng Tuzi couldn't stand the noise and frowned as he explained:

"This beggar attacked a baby girl during the day. Although he didn't do anything, he was stunned by the stench. Many people knew that if he was caught in prison, wouldn't it be even more annoying. People suspect?"

"If you doubt it, then doubt it. It's better than waiting to feed the mosquitoes!"

He is well informed, how could he not know about this? It's just anxious and rash.

"I don't think this matter is reliable, it must be the head-catcher playing us by the head. Otherwise, why doesn't the government send more people? Let us earn this reward?"

"It's a bait and an ambush, where can you make a big fuss?"

Zheng Tuzi is also a violent temper. Seeing that Zhang Tong is still reluctant, he simply scolds.

"If you can't bear it, just leave. The assailant killed hundreds of soldiers and horses alone. With the help of your brothers, don't drag people here and delay your life in vain."

Zhang Tong's complexion changed.

"You butcher..."

Zhang Shaonan quickly grabbed her brother.

He knew the details of this Tuzi, but he was not easy to provoke, he just smiled.

"The inspectors in the city are full of crooked melons. My brother can kill him seven in seven with two sentry rods."

He patted his chest, speaking without shame.

"I don't think that assailant is necessarily so powerful, but he is playing tricks on others with illusions. As long as you are prepared and break her trick, you will definitely teach her to come and go!"

"Yes."

Zhang Tong held up the place for his brothers and pointed to the "secret weapon" prepared in the corner.

"Boy piss, black dog blood, moon cloth, incense burner ash, not to mention she is a juggling murderer, the celestial master of Longhushan is here, and my brother still splashed him with blood."

At this time, Feng Daoren could not sit still.

"Arrogant!"

He snorted coldly.

"The Taoism is profound and profound. Is it possible for you to be a rascal?"

"Oh."

Zhang Tong sneered, and said with a strange yin and yang:

"Your Taoism is really amazing. I stole the steamed cake and said that stealing the small ones will never steal the big ones?"

Feng Daoren blushed at once.

"That's illusion, it's enlightenment...how can a monk's affairs be considered stealing?"

The two brothers were just irritable at first, and seeing the Taoist priest seriously, they just used him to get rid of their boredom.

The hippie smiled asked:

"So, Dao Fa is better than swords?"

"nature."

"Surely Feng Dao Ren who uses magic is better than Dao Ren Li who makes swords?"

Taoist Feng couldn't tell clearly, he just raised his nostrils.

"Humph."

The answer is self-evident.

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, and asked in a serious way:

"But how did I hear that Daoren Li was invited into the yamen, but some people were tied into the government. Since this spell is powerful, why doesn't it work in front of officials?"

Feng Daoren was embarrassed.

"My generation has its own rules, how can I abuse magic techniques for my own benefit?"

"Oh~~"

The **** brothers deliberately lengthened the tone.

"Then steal..."

"That's enlightening! Enlightening!"

The Taoist's popularity is declining, and he is about to continue to argue.

Sudden.

"To shut up."

The Ranger drank in a deep voice, with awe-inspiring eyes, and pointed to his feet.

Everyone looked at it.

Through the bleak moonlight that seeped in from the patio, I saw a thin layer of mist quietly submerging the feet.

coming!