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Chapter 3345 The Real World 712
One day, a beggar was having a good time. After seeing the rotten sore on his arm, he was so frightened that he got off her body and walked out of the tent with his pants up.

Seeing him coming out, the black-faced beggar smiled and said, "Why is it so fast today?"

Every time he entered, he would not come out for half an hour.

The beggar scolded angrily: "Old Hei, that woman has acne."

"Acne?" The black beggar's eyes widened, but he was shocked in his heart, "You read it wrong. She is in good health. You can't maliciously get seriously injured just because you don't want to pay."

The beggar turned black with anger, and threw three copper coins at him, "Here you are. I will never come again."

The black-faced beggar spat in the direction he was leaving, turned around and entered the tent.

Gu Pianran was lying on the dilapidated wooden bed, and seeing the black-faced beggar enter, her eyes were full of fear.

The black-faced beggar stepped forward and slapped her on the face, causing red marks to appear on her face.

"Say, where did the rotten sores appear again?"

Gu Pianran raised her arm, only to see two rotten sores appeared under her armpits.

The black-faced beggar picked up a red-hot wooden stick from the brazier at the side, walked in front of her, and pressed the red-hot stick directly on the newly formed sore.

"Ahhh." Gu Pianran let out a scream.

A smell of burnt meat wafted from the tent.

The black-faced beggar said viciously: "Where any sores appear in the future, tell me as soon as possible. If I find out that you are hiding it, you know my methods."

Gu Pianran nodded in horror, not daring to resist at all.

Half a year of inhuman torture had already wiped away her self-esteem, her arrogance, and everything about her.

Now she is just a slave girl confined by low-class beggars, not as humble as a dog.

Gu Pianran knew that she was ill, and it was a terminal illness.

She cooperated with the actions of black beggars, concealed her illness, and continued to make deals with those dirty beggars.

She hated these people in her heart.

They are the ones who let themselves live like human beings, ghosts and ghosts, and they make themselves suffer from this disease.

She was going to die, so naturally she couldn't let them go.

One day, a black-faced beggar walked into the tent and threw half a gnawed steamed bun beside her.As soon as Gu Pianran received the steamed bun, she gobbled it up, swallowing half of the steamed bun in three or two bites.

"Reincarnation of a starving ghost." The black-faced beggar kicked her in displeasure.

He was about to leave when Gu Pianran hugged his leg.

"and many more."

The black-faced beggar pulled out his foot, with a disgusted look on his face, "How many times have I told you, don't touch me."

Gu Pianran withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Gu Pianran said: "I have a willow disease. You should know that my life is not long. After you lose me, your future life will not be as good as it is now."

The black-faced beggar's heart sank.

Of course he was aware of this, but Hualiu Disease was terminally ill, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"You want me to hire a doctor for you?" the black-faced beggar sneered, "Stop dreaming. If you hire a doctor, it's just a waste of money. If you let other people know that you are sick, you will get nothing."

Maybe those beggars would kill him in a fit of anger.

How could he do such a loss-making business.

"No, I don't need a doctor. There's no cure for this disease."

"Then what do you mean?" the black-faced beggar asked.

"I feel like I don't have much time." Gu Pianran said weakly.

(End of this chapter)