I want to die!

When I left the county prison, it was already dark.

Light snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and the streets of the county town were quiet under the cover of night, with only a few lights on in the houses along the street.

It was another cold night when even the night watchmen were slacking off.

Zhou Xing weighed the small purse containing a hundred copper coins in his hand. He had just stepped out of the county prison gate when he suddenly stopped.

A deep pit, about ten meters in diameter, has collapsed into the street in front of the gate. There are stacked stone slabs around the pit, indicating that the repairs are only halfway done.

When Zhou Xing was taken to prison three days ago, he didn't see such a deep pit in front of the door...

What, did the stone bricks in front of the prison gate violate some divine law and get struck by lightning?

As soon as this thought crossed Zhou Xing's mind, his expression turned serious.

On the day his lifespan was reduced to negative one, a bolt of lightning flashed past his cell window...

That Black Tiger Ah Fu didn't mention that there was such a loud noise outside the window at the time...

"Ah Fu, Brother Fu, Master Fu?" Zhou Xing called out tentatively.

The shouts disappeared into the thick darkness of the night, without causing the slightest ripple.

"That's true. You can't just assume someone has a shred of goodwill and treat them like a babysitter, expecting the whole world to revolve around you."

"After all, in this life, I'm not called Wei Liu; I'm just a beggar from a small town."

Zhou Xing twitched the corner of his mouth and walked into the cold, snowy night. His footsteps gradually disappeared into the stillness of the snowy night, like a drop of water falling into the sea.

It will probably take about an hour to walk back to Baxiang Town from here.

As Zhou Xing walked, he weighed the small purse in his hand and did some calculations.

It has been six days since I was reborn as Li Xuanqing.

Having retrieved twenty taels of the money earned from risking his life, plus the one hundred coins he earned from selling grain today... he was still quite a bit short of the seventy taels debt owed to Zhao Shan's family.

Zhang De, the granary officer, was not going to get his eighty taels back. That guy was a live-for-the-moment idiot. He had just received the eighty taels and then lavishly treated a group of his colleagues to drinking and carousing. He squandered it all in just two days.

Although Zhang De was also arrested and imprisoned for the grain robbery case, having no money is having no money, and you can't just conjure it up out of thin air.

Zhou Xing was pondering how he could possibly repay the nearly fifty taels of debt he still had left after surviving for a few days...

"If they could really clear all the debts, I wonder how highly they'd rate it..."

Zhou Xing walked alone in the snow, his mind wandering.

Just then, a sharp whistling sound rang out behind his head.

But a whip shadow blurred in the wind, and with a crack, it struck Zhou Xing's back.

The immense force sent Zhou Xing rolling forward twice, tearing his clothes. The sharpened copper coin on the whip tip left several narrow gashes on his body, from which blood dripped continuously, falling into the snow at his feet.

Looking back, Zhou Xing felt a vague sense of unease that had been building up inside him.

But behind a dilapidated shack by the roadside, a familiar figure darted out from the snowdrift; it was Zhang Dakuang, the manager of the beggar's shop.

After a few days apart, Zhang Dakang had lost his usual calm and composed demeanor.

The conspicuous gold chain around her neck and the bracelets on her wrists were gone. She was wrapped in an inconspicuous, tattered cotton coat, and her face was already red from the cold.

He looked no different from any other beggar in the city.

"These past few days, thanks to your hospitality, those government dogs have been chasing us relentlessly." Zhang Dakuang sneered, and another whip flashed.

The immense force sent Zhou Xing flying, crashing into the dilapidated wooden wall of the nearby shack.

The whole shack creaked and trembled, and the snow on the roof fell in a soft rustling sound.

There were faint voices coming from inside the shack, and candlelight was still burning in the window.

But suddenly the lights went out, along with the lights in several nearby houses, and the area around the street suddenly became dark.

No one spoke, no one went out to check, and eventually even the lights were turned off. All was quiet except for the hissing sound of the old ox whip cutting through the air.

Although Zhang Dakuang escaped in time that night, the government soon raided his haunt, Huazifang, in Fuxingju, south of the city.

Although I managed to escape these past few days, I'm almost out of breath and won't last much longer.

Now that enemies have met, they are naturally extremely hostile.

"What, weren't you so proud of your strength? Where did all that bull-like energy go?!" Zhang Dakuang lashed out with his whip again, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"You dim-witted little beggar, you were still breastfeeding when I started out."

When he first launched his sneak attack, he was indeed somewhat wary of Zhou Xing, but after a few exchanges, he realized that this man was nothing but a show-off.

Aside from being tough, durable, and resilient, he wasn't much different from other teenagers his age, which made him seem overly cautious.

"Don't rush, I'm just warming up," Zhou Xing said calmly.

Before the talent "Exhibitionist" was triggered, this body's only outstanding feature was its ability to withstand beatings, honed through taking beatings as a way of making a living.

After recovering, he did something that left Zhang Dakang speechless, almost making him forget to crack the whip.

On the snow-covered street, Zhou Xing stood still, neither dodging nor flinching, enduring the whip lashed at him by Zhang Dakuang, while his hands reached for his chest, tearing off his cotton-padded coat and exposing his bare upper body.

The cold wind carried snowflakes as they fell, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Xing's body began to tremble, a layer of fine goosebumps rising on his chest.

Zhang Dakuang was stunned for a moment. Without the cotton-padded coat to stop him, he lashed out with the whip. The old ox whip, with its sharp copper coin, even broke Zhou Xing's ribs and cut through the flesh, causing blood to gush out.

The wounds from these blows were even more gruesome, with broken bone fragments exposed to the cold wind.

"What a madman—" Zhang Dakang cursed, his long whip lashing out at Zhou Xing's neck.

The blow was powerful and heavy. Although Zhou Xing managed to raise his hand to protect himself, he could only watch helplessly as the old bull whip tore through the skin and flesh of his hands, separating the flesh from the bone.

"Tell me, am I being too revealing or blatant right now?" Zhou Xing smiled slightly.

The faint smile and the ambiguous words were so out of place that Zhang Dakuang, who had been wallowing in the mud for years, suddenly felt his hair stand on end in horror.

An elusive chill crept through the gaps in the cotton-padded coat and crept in from the back of my neck.

He gritted his teeth, instinctively trying to loosen his grip on the whip.

The power that erupted from Zhou Xing's hands, which were almost completely separated from his flesh, suddenly surged.

In the blink of an eye.

He was pulled by a tremendous force, and his whole body stumbled forward and slid to his knees in front of Zhou Xing, his knees plowing a two-meter-long track in the snow.

Zhang Dakuang looked up in alarm.

The young man in front of him pressed down hard on his shoulder with one hand, the terrifying force seemingly about to tear his shoulder bone off, forcing him to kneel completely in the snow.

"Where did this sudden burst of strength come from?!" Zhang Dakang gritted his teeth, his strong will to survive driving him to press down hard on Zhou Xing's wrists with both hands.

He managed to hold off Zhou Xing's sudden surge of superhuman strength for a moment before struggling to half-squat up.