Chapter 3 Difficulty Surviving
In the thick darkness, there seemed to be a sound of wind.
The deep breathing sounds of beasts seemed to be heard again.
Not long after the first scream came out, the second and third screams came quickly.
ah! ah…
Getting closer each time.
The most recent one sounded directly next door to Yang Fang. The sound was extremely shrill, as if something extremely terrible had happened before he died.
At this time, Yang Fang's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he hid under the bed desperately, shivering and feeling frightened.
He seemed to have anticipated his fate.
That evil spirit is active in his area and will rush into him soon?
However, as time goes by.
There was no movement in the room.
Yang Fang felt nervous and could clearly hear his heartbeat, beating like a drum.
This kind of suffering is really too painful.
He didn’t dare to look out. What if the evil spirit was standing in front of his bed?
He felt bitter in his heart and lay under the bed, waiting anxiously.
Just like this, time passes.
Unconsciously, the rooster crows outside, and it seems to be dawn.
Yang Fang finally became bolder, 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 Fang was worried and uneasy, and it has not completely calmed down yet.
The latest scream was right next door to me.
He thought he could not 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 cents. The rusty sword was mottled and the blades on both sides were pitted. Although he later re-sharpened it, it still looked dilapidated.
He crawled out from under the bed, grabbed the rusty sword, retreated to a corner, gritted his teeth and tried to practice the Thirteen Gale Swords in the room.
No matter what, he had to find a way to protect himself first.
The chickens crow outside more and more frequently.
The originally dark sky began to gradually become brighter, until the sun completely rose.
There was noisy discussion in the distance, and it seemed that many people had already walked out. It could be judged from their voices and tone that everyone was full of horror.
Yang Fang finally stopped practicing his sword, panting, and looked at the panel in front of him.
Name: Yang Fang
Life expectancy: 21/32 years
Cultivation level: Not yet admitted (20/30)
Heart Technique: Introduction to Yang Yan Jue (6/100)
Martial skills: Introduction to the Thirteen Gale Swords (30/100)
Qualifications: Terrible (1/5)
I practiced for probably more than two hours.
The progress of Thirteen Gale Swords has changed from (18/100) to (30/100), and the average practice time is about seven or eight minutes.
Although his cultivation level is still not high-grade, he feels that his reaction ability and speed have been greatly improved.
This feeling is like practicing Dugu Nine Swords without internal strength. Although the moves are weak, the reaction is faster.
Yang Fang's heart beat suddenly, and he became bold and looked outside through the crack in 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 thirty people died in this area last night!”
“More than thirty people? That’s terrible!”
“What kind of evil thing is this? When will this continue?”
“That evil thing is extremely cunning. It was still active in Dongfang a few days ago. Unexpectedly, it came directly to Xifang tonight. It’s really hard to guard against.”
From the discussion among the people, Yang Fang heard a lot of information.
This evil thing is terrifyingly powerful and its activities are irregular.
I was in Dongfang a few days ago, and I 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 even a moment longer.
Had he known this, he should have believed Zheng Fanghua's words and asked him for more information.
Bang, bang, bang!
There was a knock on the door suddenly, and then a voice came from outside the door, "Is Brother Yang Fang still there?"
Yang Fang quickly looked out through the crack in the door.
I saw a figure wearing the same tattered and patched clothes, with a dark complexion, knocking on the door, as if to make sure he was still alive.
Yang Fang vaguely remembered the other party's name in his mind.
Wang Hai.
They were friends of the original owner at Fuyun Wharf. They were all coolies at Fuyun Wharf and lived not far away.
Yang Fang tried to calm his voice and respond.
"You're still here? That's great, I thought you were killed too."
Wang Hai outside said in surprise.
“Yes, I heard screams last night and was too scared to go out.”
Yang Fang responded.
“It’s okay now, please open the door!”
Wang Hai said.
Yang Fang hesitated for a moment, then opened the door from the inside.
The morning sun is dazzling.
The muddy roads in front of him were filled with houses made of mud and thatch. There were also figures in tattered clothes who were watching from next door to him, talking in amazement and talking.
“You’re really fine.”
Wang Hai showed joy, looked at Yang Fang, and said, "By the way, Manager Cheng is on duty at the pier today. Remember to go there early. Manager Cheng is always strict. You must not go late. I still have things to do, so I have to go first." ”
When he saw that Yang Fang was fine, he gave a few instructions and left here directly.
Yang Fang’s expression changed, and his heart was complicated.
This is the poor ancient life?
Thinking in his mind, some impressions about Manager Cheng quickly emerged.
In my impression, Manager Cheng had a cruel personality and was 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 had the intention not to go to work, so he immediately walked home and rummaged through the rice and noodle vats in search of something to eat. As a result, he turned over and found that the rice vats and noodle vats were all empty.
In addition, the original owner left very little money, only thirty coins.
Yang Fang was speechless.
Didn't this guy save some rice during his lifetime?
Or is it that rice in this world is too expensive?
He took thirty coins and walked outside.
Not far from this slum is a spacious and prosperous market. Beyond the market, there are patches of mansions and pavilions, lined up row upon row.
It seemed to be a wealthy area, which was fundamentally different from the slum where he was.
Yang Fang spent four cents to buy four sesame seed cakes, which barely filled his stomach.
But this also made his original idea of not wanting to go to work instantly come to nothing.
A meal costs four cents, which is 12 cents a day.
With the 26 cents I have now, I can't eat for three days.
“You still have to go to the dock to unload the goods.”
Yang Fang said to himself.
As for looking for other jobs, I can only wait until I have more free time.
If other jobs are not found and the dock job is lost, wouldn’t it be possible to starve to death?
Whether you can go back in time or not, let’s pass this level first.
"But I should be different from these people. I have a proficiency panel. As long as I refresh my proficiency, I will slowly become stronger and sooner or later I can change my destiny!"
Yang Fang secretly said.
Thinking about it this way, the future is not bleak.
He immediately rushed towards the dock.
Fuyun Wharf is a huge wharf built on the edge of Yunshui River. It belongs to the Sanhe Gang, the largest local gang. There are about dozens of poor people working here. The wages are paid every day, and it takes a day of exhausting work. Ten cents.
There are still many people who can’t get in even if they squeeze their heads.
As soon as Yang Fang came over, he saw a man wearing yellow satin with a beard, holding a black whip, and a cold expression standing on the pier, sweeping towards them.
A stick of incense was placed beside him. The stick burned out immediately, leaving only the size of a fingernail.
Once the incense burns out, those workers who came late will undoubtedly be severely whipped by him.
Severe cases can even be whipped to death on the spot.
Yang Fang had a sneer on his face and ran over quickly.
“I’ll put more pressure on you next time and I won’t use it.”
Steward Cheng’s tone was indifferent.
Yang Fang's expression changed, and he quickly responded, quickening his pace and running over.
“You’re finally here, you’re almost too late. A lick from Manager Chen’s whip will save you at least half your life.”
Wang Hai came up and whispered.
Next, they began a full day of unloading work.
For Yang Fang, who had never done any physical work in his previous life, this kind of work was simply terrible.
He only worked for half a day before he was so tired that his back and legs ached and he almost wanted to give up.
But when he thought of the whip in Manager Cheng's hand, he suddenly became frightened, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.
This is a society that does not take human life seriously. Going on strike casually is not as simple as having your wages deducted. It may very well cost you half your life.
Just like that, the whole day passed.
At dusk, all the waiters for the day were finished and received today's ten cents.
Yang Fang felt sore all over, looking at the black copper coins in his hand, he felt bitter in his heart.
He was the attending physician at a mental hospital.
ˆPeople who spend most of their time sitting in an office.
But now he suddenly traveled through time and became a person at the bottom of ancient society.
The huge psychological gap made him quite uncomfortable.
(End of this chapter)