Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 38 Begging is also an art

"I didn't expect that after all this time, someone still remembers me. Now that you know me, you can die now!"

The Soul Sect deacon looked at Ji Wuming's extremely sinister smile, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. After all, he was a memorable figure in the black market fighting arena, a place where people were eaten without leaving any bones.

In front of him, one must fight with all his strength, otherwise he will surely die.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Demon-Breaking Blade!"

A huge black axe slashed towards Ji Wuming,
"Bloody Sea·Wild Waves Triangle Control!"

Even a ten thousand year old soul beast would be repelled by the strongest defensive self-created soul skill. How could a mere thousand year old fourth ring skill possibly break through his defense?

"Boom-"

The black soul axe completely dissipated. Seeing this, the Soul Sect deacon hurriedly fled towards Tianxing City, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his left hand.

"As expected by the Soul Fighting Arena, this White Devil, no, Ji Wuming, has already gained the strength to defeat them above his level, and the soul skills he just displayed were extremely strange! I must report this to the Bishop immediately."

However, at this moment, Ji Wuming had already arrived in front of him, and quickly used his second soul skill, shooting a shot straight into his right hand as he was about to raise his weapon to block. Then, before he could use other soul skills,

Ji Wuming's second and third attacks followed one after another, each one faster than the last.
"Pfft-"

The spear tip pierced its neck. Ji Wuming swung his right hand and the lifeless corpse flew out. He looked at the seven corpses around him and sighed.
"What a hassle! Another waste of my blood!"

After he finished speaking, Ji Wuming held the spear tip and gently scratched it. Scarlet blood stained the spear tip and flowed down. The seven corpses and the splashed blood formed blood energy and poured into the blood thunder spear.
In an instant, the seven men and their wounded horses were all gone, leaving only a few broken trees and traces of a fight.

Ji Wuming took advantage of the night and quickly ran away from this place. Just two days after he left, people from the Wuhun Hall of Tianxing City went to look for this place. After careful investigation, they did not find any valuable clues. They could only confirm that the seven people sent out were most likely dead.

When Ji Wuming passed through a big city at this moment, he ran too slowly and hurt his feet because of the long time, so he bought a good horse and headed north towards the Tiandou Empire.

Within a month and a half, a man led a horse and stood in front of the Tiandou City Gate.

"Riding a horse is much faster than taking a carriage! We've finally arrived at Tiandou City."

He looked up at the granite city wall in front of him, which was more than ten meters high and towered into the clouds. Looking inside from the city gate, all the houses and buildings were extremely luxurious. The people passing by were dressed in silk and satin, and their whole bodies exuded an incomparable nobility.
Even the beggars begging on the streets are dressed like ordinary people in second- and third-tier cities. Musical instruments such as erhu, violin, and flute are standard equipment for them. It is obvious at first glance that they are not professional beggars.

"The Tiandou Kingdom is indeed magnificent. Let's find a hotel to stay in first and rest for a while before making plans."

Ji Wuming walked into a five-star hotel located in the bustling area of ​​East Street in Tiandou City.

"What? Ten gold soul coins for one night!"

Ji Wuming had nearly 20 yuan in his hands, but he came from a poor family after all. After learning the price, he decided not to live there. Even if he lived in the wild or on the street, it would not be a big deal for him.

After asking around, he came to the aristocratic residential area in the north of the city where the noble children lived - the Dugu family's mansion and waited there. This place was also a gathering place for many beggars.
The beggars were almost lined up in a row, but Ji Wuming squatted among them without feeling out of place. Instead, he seemed to be integrated with the beggars.

"Here come my brothers, here come the wealthy, let's march forward with music and tears."

"Brother, you are new here!" The old beggar who was about to start crying looked at Ji Wuming who was indifferent and quickly reminded him.

"what?"

"What? Didn't you hear the news from that brother just now? Some of the nobles' children, especially those simple girls who have rarely seen the world and have been raised in the academy, are coming soon. They are the ones who can gain the most sympathy and are also the most generous."

"For our team, such opportunities only come once or twice a month. Why not hurry up and earn more by doing more?"

Ji Wuming looked at the old beggar in front of him who was kindly explaining to him and nodded slightly. When did beggars become gangs? And they were so professional.

At this time, sad music began to sound, and countless beggars began to cry. Some said that their family members had starved to death, while others said that their entire family had been killed by a fallen soul master. In short, they said how miserable their lives were, and their cries could be heard from two or three blocks away.

As the wealthy people began to walk towards their homes, the crying sounds were even more heartbreaking as they passed by this place. Even Ji Wuming, who was standing beside them, lowered his head and forced out a few tears.
"These are all scammers, let's go."

"Many of them are familiar faces, and they often go to major hotels and eat and drink to their heart's content!"

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However, just as many noble children walked by at a faster pace, a silver-haired girl in the team looked pitifully in the direction of Ji Wuming.
"It's not easy for Sister Yanyan and the others either. Even if many of them are liars, if one or two of them are telling the truth, we still have to help them."

The silver-haired girl was none other than Ye Lingling. She took out the gold soul coins she had saved from a month of college life and was about to go over to give them away when the green-haired girl stopped her.
"Lingling, you are simple-minded, but don't be fooled by these beggars in rags. Human nature is treacherous, especially for us girls. We must be careful when we go out. I have seen this kind of scene many times, so watch carefully."

Dugu Yan walked towards the beggars, put her hands on her hips, and said angrily,

"Haven't you been taught a lesson by my grandfather yet? You still dare to cry poor near my house? Leave now or I'll call my grandfather."

The beggars ignored her and continued to cry. They knew Dugu Bo's schedule very well. He only came back two or three times a month and his return time was basically fixed. That was why they dared to cry poor in Dugu's house, which was the outer area of ​​the nobles.

Even if Dugu Bo came, he would only drive away and teach a few of them a lesson, and would not kill these civilians. A few wounds could be exchanged for one or two gold soul coins, which was really worth it.

"Okay! If you don't leave, I'll have to use some special means."

However, in the next second, Ji Wuming, who lowered his head, heard what the two women said. It turned out to be Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan. This made things much easier. Although Dugu Bo was not easy to find, and he couldn't go directly to find him, he could look for his granddaughter!

Now that they were here and had created such a good opportunity for him, he had to seize it. His mind raced, and a slightly risky plan came to life.

"Let's do it. Success or failure depends on this one move!"

Ji Wuming's heart hardened, and he forcibly shattered his two branches, spitting out a trace of blood from his mouth.

He touched his chest with his hand, his face was extremely haggard and painful, which frightened Dugu Yan who was about to drive him away.

The beggar beside him looked at him in great surprise, and a trace of regret arose in his heart.
"This new brother is a true role model. Why didn't we think of the vomiting blood trick? This is what a master does."

(End of this chapter)