Chapter 3 Hard to Survive
In the dense darkness, there seems to be a sound of wind.
It seemed to be the low panting sound of a beast again.
Not long after the scream just now, the second and third screams came quickly.
ah! ah…
Getting closer every time.
The most recent sound came directly next door to Yang Fang, the sound was extremely shrill, as if something terrible happened before he died,
Yang Fang's heart almost jumped out at this time, and he hurriedly hid under the bed, trembling and terrified.
He seems to have anticipated his end.
That evil spirit is active in his area, and is about to rush into his place?
However, over time.
There was no movement in the room.
Yang Xin felt nervous, and could clearly hear his own heartbeat, which sounded like a drum.
This torment is too painful.
He didn't dare to stretch his head to look, what if that evil spirit was standing in front of his bed?
He felt bitter, lying under the bed, waiting anxiously.
That's it, time passes.
Unknowingly, the sound of roosters crowing outside seemed to be dawn.
Yang Fang finally became more courageous. He stretched out his head and looked into the dim room.
The room was empty, and there was no trace of the evil spirit.
"It didn't come to kill me?"
Yang rest assured that his anxiety has not completely subsided so far.
The most recent scream was right next door.
He thought he couldn't escape this disaster.
Suddenly, Yang Fang looked at a rusty sword on the wall.
He bought the rusty sword from a street stall for eighty renminbi. The rusty sword is mottled, and the blades on both sides have been pitted. Although he re-sharpened it later, it still looks dilapidated.
He crawled out of the bed, grabbed the Rusty Sword, retreated to the corner, gritted his teeth and tried to practice the Thirteen Swords of Blast in the room.
No matter what, he must find a way to protect himself first.
The crowing of chickens outside became more and more frequent.
The originally dark sky began to gradually brighten until the sun rose completely.
There were noisy discussions in the distance. It seemed that many people had already come out. Judging from their voices and tone, everyone was full of horror.
Yang Fang finally stopped practicing sword, panting, and looked at the panel in front of him.
Name: Yang Fang
Life expectancy: 21/32 years old
Repair: Not entered (20/30)
Heart Method: Introduction to Yang Yan Jue (6/100)
Martial Arts: Introduction to Galewind Thirteen Swords (30/100)
Qualification: Terrible (1/5)
I practiced for about two hours.
The progress of Gale Thirteen Swords has changed from (18/100) to (30/100), and it takes about seven or eight minutes to practice once on average.
Although his cultivation base is still unfinished, he feels that his reaction ability and speed have greatly improved.
This feeling is like practicing Dugu Nine Swords without internal strength. Although the moves are soft, the advantage is that the reaction is faster.
Yang Fang's heart skipped a beat, he became bolder, and looked outside through the crack of the door.
His room is extremely simple, and there is no yard outside, so he can easily see the situation outside.
I saw a lot of people gathered outside, talking about it.
"Dead, all dead, more than 30 people died in this area last night!"
"More than thirty people? It's terrible!"
"What kind of evil is this, when will it go on like this!"
"That evil thing is extremely cunning. It was still active in the East Square a few days ago. Unexpectedly, it came directly to the West Square tonight. It is really hard to guard against."
From the discussion of the crowd, Yang Fang heard a lot of information.
This evil thing has terrifying strength, and its activities are erratic.
I was still in Dongfang a few days ago, and came to Xifang last night.
"Can I still go back?"
His lips were dry, and he looked at his left arm again.
He doesn't want to stay in this world for a quarter of an hour.
Knowing this, he should have believed Zheng Fanghua's words and asked him for more information.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and then a voice came from outside the door, "Is Brother Yang Fang still there?"
Yang Fang quickly looked out through the crack of the door.
I saw a figure in the same tattered, patched clothes, with a dark complexion, knocking on the door, as if to confirm whether he was still alive.
Yang Fang vaguely remembered the other party's name in his mind.
Wang Hai.
are friends of the original owner in Fuyun Wharf, they are all coolies of Fuyun Wharf, and they live not far away.
Yang Fang tried to calm his voice and respond.
"Are you still there? That's great, I thought you were killed too."
Wang Hai outside spoke in surprise.
"Yeah, I heard the screams last night, and I was too scared to go out."
Yang Fang responded.
"It's okay now, you open the door!"
Wang Hai said.
Yang Fang hesitated for a moment, but still opened the door from the inside.
The morning sun is dazzling.
There are muddy roads in front of him, looking forward, they are all houses made of mud and thatch, and there are figures in ragged clothes, who are watching the next door and the next door, amazed and discussing.
"You're really fine."
Wang Hai showed joy, looked at Yang Fang, and said, "By the way, Cheng Guanshi is on duty at the pier today, you remember to go there early, Cheng Guanshi is always strict, don't go late, I have something to do, I have to go first gone."
Seeing that Yang Fang was fine, he asked a few words and left here directly.
Yang Fang's complexion changed, and his heart was complicated.
This is the ancient life of poverty?
Thinking in his mind, some impressions about Cheng Guanshi soon emerged.
In my impression, this Manager Cheng has a cruel personality and is extremely difficult to get along with. He would beat and scold workers at every turn, and many workers were even beaten to death by him.
He decided not to go to work, so he walked home immediately, rummaged through the rice and noodle jars, and started looking for food, but turned around and found that the rice and noodle jars were all empty.
In addition, the money left by the original owner is also very little, only thirty coins.
Yang felt relieved and was speechless.
Didn’t this guy save some rice when he was alive?
Or is it that rice is too expensive in this world?
He took thirty Wen and walked outside.
Not far from this slum, there is a spacious and prosperous square market, and farther away from the square city, there are patches of mansions and pavilions, row upon row, lined up together.
It seems that there is already a wealthy area, which is fundamentally different from the slum where he lives.
Yang Fang spent four Wen to buy four sesame seed cakes, and only then could he barely fill his stomach.
But this also made his original idea of not wanting to go to work instantly defeated.
Eating four Wen for a meal, and 12 Wen for a day.
With 26 Wen on my body now, I can’t eat it for three days.
"We still have to go to the pier to unload the cargo."
Yang Fang talked to himself.
As for looking for other jobs, I can only look for them when I am free.
If you don’t find other jobs and lose the job at the dock, wouldn’t you starve to death?
Regardless of whether you can travel back or not, let's go through this level first.
"However, I should be different from these people. I have a proficiency panel. As long as I refresh my proficiency, I will gradually become stronger and change my destiny sooner or later!"
Yang Fang secretly thought.
Thinking about it this way, the future is not too bleak.
He immediately rushed towards the pier.
The Fuyun Wharf is a huge wharf built on the edge of Yunshui. It belongs to the Sanhe Gang, the largest gang in the area. There are probably dozens of poor people working here, and their wages are paid every day. Ten Wen.
There are still many people who can't get in with their heads squeezed.
As soon as Yang Fang came over, he saw a man in yellow silk and satin on the pier, with two beards and a black whip in his hand. He stood on the pier and swept towards them with an indifferent expression.
A stick of incense stood beside him, and the stick of incense was burned out immediately, leaving only the size of a fingernail.
Once the stick of incense burns out, those workers who came late will undoubtedly have to be severely whipped by him.
Serious cases can even be beaten to death on the spot.
Yang Fang smiled and ran over at a speed.
"Next time, if you press some more, you won't need to use it."
Steward Cheng's tone was indifferent.
Yang Fang's complexion changed, and he quickly responded, and ran over at a faster pace.
"You're finally here. You were almost too late. Steward Chen's whip took a hit. At least half your life can be lost."
Wang Hai leaned over and whispered.
Next, they began a full day of unloading work.
For Yang Fang, who had never done physical strength in his previous life, such a job was simply fatal.
After only working for half a day, he was so tired that his back was sore and his legs ached, and he almost wanted to give up.
But when he thought of the whip in Cheng Guanshi's hand, he felt fear in his heart, so he gritted his teeth and persisted.
This is a society that doesn't take human life seriously. Going on strike casually is not as simple as being deducted from wages, it may cost you half your life.
Just like that, the whole day passed.
At dusk, the day's work was all over, and today's ten coins were received.
Yang Fang was sore all over, looking at the black copper coin in his hand, his heart felt bitter.
He was originally an attending physician in a mental hospital.
Almost most of the time is an office person.
But now he suddenly transmigrated and became a person at the bottom of the ancient society.
The huge psychological gap made him quite uncomfortable.
(end of this chapter)