When "Yiguang City" appeared in the eyes of Ye Wuque and the others, their appearance had completely changed.
Ye Wuque turned into a strong man with a strong body and muscles all over his body!
The little fat man turned into a naughty-looking little naughty dog.
As for the True God Xingdou, he just made his face ordinary and his figure ordinary, hiding all the amazing features of his appearance.
The three people quietly entered Yiguang City.
It was morning at this time, and the entire Yiguang City was buzzing with people, people coming and going, and it was full of life and excitement.
Ordinary people do not practice cultivation, so their lives are the most humanistic, because this is their life.
"Come and try it! The fragrant hot dry noodles!"
"Spicy soup! Spicy soup!"
"A set of pancakes and fruits!"
“Fish soup noodles with dry shredded noodles! And freshly baked big meat buns!!”
"Pork offal porridge! Pork offal porridge! Nutritious and delicious!"
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Strolling along both sides of the bustling morning market street, listening to the enthusiastic calls of the vendors on both sides and the aroma of various foods that are constantly spreading out is really mouth-watering.
At least the little fat guy was constantly looking at the vendors on both sides, but he didn't rush over to feast on them, he just looked at them.
"Coming."
Suddenly, Ye Wuque looked deep into an alley in Yiguang City and slowly walked in.
This is a small and dilapidated looking cabin.
Even in this shabby alley, the other houses are not that good, but they are still much better than the huts.
The hut is dilapidated and looks unremarkable. Anyone who walks by will not take a second look.
But at this moment, inside the hut, there were three wisps of fireworks with a hint of sandalwood wafting through them.
I saw a shabby spiritual tablet placed on a dilapidated long altar table in the center of the hut.
There are a few simple words written on it...
"Old Wu's immortal soul."
But in front of the long table, stood a young man in patched clothes who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.
The young man is thin and has a sallow complexion, but his eyes are extremely bright!
At this time, he was standing respectfully in front of the altar table.
It can be clearly seen that the rest of the entire hut is not clean, but the entire altar table and the entire spiritual tablet are spotless.
It can be seen that this young man wipes frequently and meticulously on weekdays.
"Old Wu, Old Wu! I have to go out to look for work again today!"
"After all, it's hard to find a daily job with one day and three days off. Besides, I'm naturally weak and have poor endurance. God bless me, I can find a job today and I'll have enough money to buy an apple for you."
It’s considered a feast for you.”
"Well, I am an orphan. I don't know a single word. I was about to starve to death at that time. I am lucky. I met you and got a meal from you, so I finally survived."
"Originally, I was thinking about how to repay you, but with my thin arms and legs, and my weak body since I was born, I probably couldn't repay you. I could only remember your kindness. But I didn't expect that you
You suddenly died with a bang. Alas, no one cares about you. I can only find a way to dig a hole for you and bury you. After all, you are buried in the ground!"
"As for coffin boards and tombstones, I really have no choice but to afford them!"
"I can only try my best to make some money, and I borrowed some money to buy you a good-quality memorial tablet to display. I don't know your full name, so I can only call you Lao Wu..."
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The skinny boy was mumbling to himself as he smoked the incense.
He seemed to have said these words countless times, but he still kept talking about this spiritual tablet.
But it can be seen that the young man looked bored and careless when he said these words, but there seemed to be a trace of gratitude hidden in his tone that even he himself could not detect.
Just like that, the skinny young man muttered for a long time, and finally, holding three lit incense sticks in his hand, he gently inserted them into the same old incense burner in front of the memorial tablet.
The incense burner is full of incense ashes.
It can be seen that the skinny young man accumulated so much incense ash because he used to burn incense on the spiritual tablet almost every day.
"Oh, this pack of incense will be finished soon. Buying another pack will be another expense."
"Oh my God, this day is too late! It seems that I have to find a job no matter what today!"
"Forget it, the worst I can do is become a sandbag and get beaten up by those bastards from Changmao in exchange for some money!"
"Come on! Ah Qing, believe in yourself, you can do it!"
The skinny boy, Ah Qing, stretched out his hands and rubbed his fearless face vigorously, and then encouraged himself.
Turn around immediately!
"Now, let's go... Damn it! What a ghost!!!!"
However, Ah Qing, who had just turned around, immediately let out a burst of ghostly wails, and his whole body collapsed to the ground.
Because, just inside his hut, three more figures appeared out of nowhere.
Two men and one woman just stood there, motionless, seeming to be looking at him.
For Ah Qing, what is the difference between this and seeing a ghost?
"Heroes, please spare your life!"
"The little one is just a loser. There is nothing valuable at home! But if you fancy something, just take it. I just want to save the little one's life."
Ah Qing now had a flattering smile on his face, a playful but cautious look at the three figures in front of him.
"Can I get anything?"
At this moment, Ah Qing suddenly heard the tall and muscular figure standing in the middle, like a mountain, speak.
"Of course!"
Ah Qing nodded immediately, as if he saw hope of life, and kept smiling apologetically.
"Everything in your little house, including yourself, is worthless."
"Only..."
"If this jade spiritual tablet can be worth some money if sold, then I will take it."
As soon as these words came out, Ah Qing, who was kneeling on the ground with an apologetic smile on his face, suddenly stiffened, and then his smile became even more flattering!
"My lord, my lord! The spiritual place belongs to the dead person. It is unlucky and will bring bad luck to several adults!"
Ah Qing tried his best to explain, but he didn't cry, but the smile on his face became even fiercer, like a sick dog wagging its tail in the dust to please others.
"What if I... insist on it?"
The muscular man's voice continued to sound, seemingly with a hint of amusement.
Ah Qing was silent!
His eyes turned slightly red at some point, but he was still smiling. Immediately, he just struggled to stand up, and then his thin body pounced!
But instead of rushing towards the three mountain-like figures, he rushed towards the altar table behind him, then grabbed the spiritual tablet engraved with "Old Wu's Immortal Memorial Tablet" and held it tightly in his arms.
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It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, and then his foot slipped accidentally, and Ah Qing fell to the ground again, but he still did not let go, just holding the spirit tablet tightly!