From a beggar on South Street to the supreme devil

Chapter 4 Harvest
It's still a bit nervous when you kill someone for the first time.

Jiang Chen is no exception.

But he became nervous and subconsciously wanted to find some fun to divert his attention.

For example, let Qian Duobao call him "big brother".

Qian Duobao: “…”

"cough--"

Qu Qingliang's throat seemed to be blocked by blood and he choked twice.

Twisting his body with difficulty on the ground.

Because he tilted his head just now, Jiang Chen's stick hit him in the face, but did not break his skull.

"Not completely dead?"

Jiang Chen blinked, clenched the stick, and walked towards Qu Qingliang.

The footsteps are clearly audible.

Qu Qingliang shuddered, his expression terrified, and his previous ferocity had long since disappeared.

He said vaguely:

"Don't, don't kill me, I, give you money!"

Jiang Chen's expression changed slightly.

Give money?

"How much? Where?"

"Don't, don't kill me."

Jiang Chen's pace slowed down, his expression gradually became gentler, and his voice exuded a touch of the innocence and naivety of a young boy.

"We don't have any deep hatred, why should I kill you?"

"You targeted me for money, didn't you? Why would I kill someone if I could get the money?"

"Don't worry, I'll let you go as long as you tell me where the money is."

[Acting experience +1]

……

The youthfulness displayed by the first-level [Acting Skills] seemed to have completely convinced Qu Qingliang, who was not very clear-headed at the time.

He swallowed a mouthful of blood and said slowly, "The money is under the third willow tree east of Liu'an Lane."

Jiang Chen nodded and smiled, "Okay, then you stay here first, and I'll go there tomorrow morning. If you really have money, I won't kill you."

Qu Qingliang's face tightened and he said in panic, "I, I remembered it wrongly. It was under the eighth willow tree on Liuxi Street going north!"

Jiang Chen's expression remained unchanged and he nodded: "What about the money of the other two people?"

Qu Qingliang coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Their money is also with me, we put it together."

Jiang Chen examined his expression, and after confirming that Qu Qingliang was not lying, he nodded slowly.

"Okay, I believe you."

Qu Qingliang finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly leaned against the wall.

"Then I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he paused slightly.

Jiang Chen took two or three steps to his front and raised the wooden stick in his hand again.

Qu Qingliang's pupils shrank suddenly: "You!"

"Oh!"

The wooden stick hit him on the head, making a crisp sound.

Qu Qingliang's eyes bulged out and his body completely collapsed.

Jiang Chen hit him again on the back of the head with the stick. After making sure that the man was completely dead, he took two steps back and exhaled.

"Gudong."

Qian Duobao, who was standing by, moved his throat and couldn't help swallowing.

When Jiang Chen killed Sun Shunxing and Zhang Fuhai before, Qian Duobao was busy with his own affairs and couldn't see clearly in the dark.

But now, he saw very clearly the whole process of Jiang Chen killing Qu Qingliang.

He acted decisively, efficiently and smoothly.

He doesn't look like a sixteen-year-old beggar at all; he is clearly a seasoned and ruthless executioner!

……

The ancestral hall became quiet.

Only after killing these three people did Jiang Chen's tension completely dissipate.

Jiang Chen let go of the stick, turned to look at him, and said with a smile:
"Thank you, old Qian."

If it weren’t for Qian Duobao’s shout just now, Jiang Chen would have attracted the attention of Qu Qingliang and the others.

Otherwise, Jiang Chen would have to fight three people alone, and it would be hard to say what the final outcome would be.

Old Qian shook his head: "It's my duty. I can't just watch them hurt you."

When Qian Duobao was an apprentice in an accounting office in his early years,
It seems that he could not stand the filth and corruption in the rich family, so he left in anger. I think he was also a passionate young man when he was young.

At this time.

The full moon in the sky emerged from the clouds at the right time, and the faint moonlight shone through the gate of the ancestral hall and into the hall.

The three bodies on the ground were clearly visible.

Each of their heads was sunken and stained with blood.

Qian Duobao had practiced martial arts before, so he naturally knew.
This kind of force is not something an ordinary sixteen-year-old boy can exert.

He scratched his messy hair and muttered softly:
"You are actually a genius."

"Yeah, it's time to call me big brother, right?" Jiang Chen chuckled.

"Get lost, I'm more than ten years older than you, how dare you let me call you that?"

Old Qian's face turned dark. He moved his neck, which was strangled, and turned his gaze to the three bodies on the ground.

"Let's bury these three bastards."

Jiang Chen looked down:
"I'll search it first, and then I'll bury it."

After saying that, he squatted down and began to touch the corpse.

[Theft Experience +1]

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned.

Can this also increase [Theft] experience?

Touching a corpse is considered stealing, right?
He didn't care and continued to search for Qu Qingliang's body on the ground.

It's true that [Theft] is really helpful in searching the corpse. He just stretches out his hand and naturally finds the place where Qu Qingliang hid the money.

Qian Duobao's eyes twitched slightly as he watched Jiang Chen expertly search out the copper coins from the three bodies.

How many tricks does this kid have up his sleeve?
"That's all..."

Jiang Chen weighed the copper coin in his hand.

The three of them had a total of twenty dragon and elephant coins on them, which was not even as much as what he could beg for in a day.

But the big money should be at the place where Qu Qingliang said it was hidden.

After searching the bodies, Jiang Chen and Lao Qian dragged the three bodies to the muddy ground behind the ancestral hall, dug a big hole, and buried them.

The pit is not very deep and perhaps it will be discovered in a few months.

But, by then it won't matter.

These days, the death of a few people is not a big deal, especially when the dead are refugees who do not have Yanyang household registration.

When the two of them finished all this and returned to the ancestral hall.

The sky in the east was already turning white, and the dawn was just breaking.

"Old Qian, I'll go there."

Jiang Chen looked up at the sky and spoke.

"Okay, go ahead. I'm exhausted after a busy night."

Qian Duobao waved his hand tiredly, turned around and crawled back into the thatch pile.

Jiang Chen left South Street and headed for the eighth willow tree north of Liuxi Street as Qu Qingliang mentioned.

Sure enough, they dug up a cloth bag, which contained more than 550 dragon and elephant coins strung together with ropes.

Qu Qingliang and his two companions had been beggars in Yanyang City for a year, and it was considered quite good for them to have saved more than 500 coins.

Jiang Chen was more cautious this time. He put the cloth bag in his arms and took a shortcut back to South Street.

Gao Wei and his companions usually only come to Nanjiekou to collect money during the Chenshi period, which is after nine in the morning.

It was still early, and Jiang Chen could enter and exit South Street at will without worrying about being exploited on the road.

When we returned to the ancestral hall, Old Qian was sleeping soundly.

Jiang Chen slapped him awake.

"Old Qian, stand up and divide the money. There are five hundred and fifty-two coins in total. Let's split it fifty-fifty."

Qian Duobao opened his eyes in a daze, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the bright yellow copper coins in front of him.

He was stunned for a while, then shook his head.

"No, I didn't help much. 50-50 is too much."

"I'll take twenty cents, and the rest is yours."

After saying that, he grabbed twenty copper coins from it, and then pushed the whole bag of copper coins back.

Jiang Chen saw that Lao Qian didn't want to take the money, and taking twenty cents was just a token of his appreciation, so he didn't try to persuade him anymore.

He wrapped the cloth bag and said with a smile:
"That's fine too. When I become successful in martial arts, I will definitely take you to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks."

Lao Qian didn't bother to pay attention to him and went back to the thatched pile to sleep.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, straightened up, and turned to look at Jiang Chen.

"By the way, what are you going to do with all this money?"

(End of this chapter)