"Oh, I'm a little impulsive... I'm just a dozen copper coins on my body now, and eating is a problem."

Not long after walking out of Lao Zhang’s store, Ye Mu thought of his situation and felt that the future was difficult.

But he would never have been able to let him go back.

"The task now is to fill your stomach. Do you really have to go to Laifu Inn to be a mate..."

Ye Mu showed hesitation, and finally shook his head and walked towards an alley full of garbage and flies flying.

After a turn, a dilapidated house appeared alone on the surface. The house was shaky and seemed to collapse at any time.

Ye Mu pushed the door in a complicated face and walked in. The light in the room was dim, there were few things, and the ground was wet, which made him feel very comfortable, but he was about to leave.

After packing up the things, Ye Mu did not hesitate much, put on clean clothes, carried a simple baggage, then filled a pot of water with a gourd, and left resolutely.

Back on the street, Ye Mu came to a sesame cake shop and said to a thin and black middle-aged man: "Old Wang, wrap ten sesame cakes for me."

"Oh, Xiaoye is going to enter the mountain again?" Lao Wang cleverly put his hands in one sentence and wrapped ten sesame cakes with a piece of white paper.

"Go to Qinghe City."

Ye Mu replied casually, taking out ten copper plates and putting them on the noodle stall.

He was indeed planning to go to Qinghe City. Even if he was a mate there, the money would be higher. If he stayed in this small town, he would never make a hundred taels.

Lao Wang's face was slightly unbelievable because of the charcoal fire: "What? Why are you going there? It's far away!"

Ye Mu was in a bad mood at this time and was unwilling to answer. He put the cake in his bag and turned around and left quickly.

"Why don't this kid say anything?" Old Wang muttered dissatisfied when he saw Ye Mu ignore him.

Qinghe City is a small town in the north of Lingchu State. It is about thirty miles away from the town. The mountain road is narrow and difficult to walk. It was not until noon that Ye Mu had walked halfway.

Just as he was about to drink some water to rest, the grass and trees beside him swayed, and three people jumped out, without saying a word, surrounded him with a mighty look.

"unlucky!"

Ye Mu cursed inwardly that the three people in front of him, one thin man, one pockmarked man and the other exposed man, all deliberately showed their ferocious spirits, and they were the rascals nearby.

These people cannot endure hardships and rely on some strength to bully ordinary people. He has heard others say it, but he did not expect to meet them today.

"Boy, don't want to be beaten, hurry up and hand over the money you have."

The leader was a man with a black face with a flesh-faced face, holding his thick arms and looking at him with a sneer.

Ye Mu clenched his fists and felt uncomfortable being bullied, but the situation was stronger than others. He could only hand over his burden and said frustratedly: "A few uncles, these are the cakes and copper coins."

The black-faced man was a little disbelief. When he opened it, his face turned darker. He was so angry that he threw the bag on the ground, stepped on it, and cursed, "He is a fucking poor man again."

On the left was a pockmark, looking at the sesame cake on the ground with some distress, "Boss, what should I do? Or just eat this sesame cake? Don't get dirty."

The thin man on the other side also nodded, "Boss, we didn't eat at noon."

After the two said this, the black-faced man became even more evil. Looking at the thin Ye Mu in front of him, he felt inexplicably disliked him, and raised his leg and kicked him.

"You're not rich!"

Ye Mu was kicked to the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, cramped in his abdomen, and cold sweats were bursting. He never expected that he was so honest and obedient, and he was still beaten, but the reason was that he had no money!

In an instant, Ye Mu's eyes turned red. He could tolerate others robbing him of money, but he couldn't stand being beaten because he had no money. He suddenly became very angry, hating the three scoundrels and their weakness and disbelief.

"What? Not happy? I'm not happy. I'm in a bad mood today, I just want to beat you up, and you're unlucky."

The black-faced man rubbed his fists, his eyes were fierce, and he was about to continue greeting Ye Mu's face.

Whoosh!

At this time, a green light suddenly shot out from Ye Mu's waist, as fast as lightning.

The black-faced man felt his hands hurt, and then there was a black spread there, and then he was dizzy and stared so scared that he widened his eyes.

"Viol snake!"

He hurriedly looked at a small blue snake that was falling in front of Ye Mu, sticking out his tongue at him.

"Brother, why is there black air on your face?" Mazi noticed something was wrong recently, pointed at the black-faced man, and said in a little fear.

"I..." The black-faced man fell to the ground as soon as he said a word.

"Boy, do you dare to kill someone?" The thin man took two steps back, fierce and weak on the inside.

Ye Mu was also a little confused and looked at the green snake. When did it become poisonous? Isn’t it okay to bite himself last time?

"Let's go and report to the official." Mazi whispered, trying to stay away from this snake, it's too dangerous to stay here.

But Ye Mu also heard this, and his eyes chilled: "Little snake, bite them to death!"

His face was a little distorted. If he was reported to the official, he would die. It would be better to kill two of them.

Whoosh!

After hearing this, the little snake rushed out directly.

"ah……"

Two screams rang out almost at the same time. This time they were even worse than the strong man and fell to the ground after a few breaths.

Seeing the three dead, Ye Mu's head was a little blank. He gritted his teeth and got up, found something from the three of them, and then hurriedly left the scene with his own baggage.

Ye Mu ran for several miles with his wounds before hiding exhausted beside a stream.

At this time, his whole body was still trembling. Although he did not kill anyone, the three people died because of him, especially the person he called Xiaoshe to kill, which made him very uneasy.

"I didn't do anything about this deep mountain and forest. I probably can't find out that it was me..."

After comforting himself, Ye Mu calmed down, drank full water by the stream, washed his face, and finally suppressed his fear with the help of the cool stream.

"Hiss! That guy is so strong."

After calming down, Ye Mu felt a lot of pain in his abdomen. This pain made his guilt of killing people weaken a lot.

"I was forced to feel guilty about it too."

Ye Mu murmured, and recalling the powerlessness and humiliation at that time, he subconsciously clenched his fists.

"If I don't have the strength, I will be bullied wherever I go." Ye Mu gritted his teeth, and his thoughts about becoming an official were dispersed a little, and he hoped that no one would dare to bully him like those heroes.

But soon, Ye Mu looked dizzy and sighed.

"Oh, no matter whether you are an official or a martial arts practitioner, you have no skills. I am a beggar and have no background. What should I do..."

Seeing the burden of a lot of stuff stuffed in his hand, Ye Mu temporarily put his worries behind his head and began to clean up.

He first looked at the money, but not much, only one hundred articles, which was pretty good.

A piece of dried beef that is as big as a fist, finally has some meat to eat.

And a wrinkled book?

Ye Mu opened it and saw that it was a martial art called Zhenshan Fist.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!