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Chapter 122 Meng Po, Too Much Soup (12)

Gu Qian didn't notice the strange behavior of the little beggar, and patted him on the back uncomfortably.

"Hey, it's okay, it's all over." She tried to keep her tone as low as possible, and said in a gentle voice.

When carrying the little beggar back to the beggar's nest, Gu Qian felt sad, thinking that he should find a way to bring him back to the palace.

At least there would be food and clothing for him.

……

The old beggar died.

This is what Gu Qian never expected.

His soul was still reluctant to leave, floating beside the little beggar, wanting to reach out to touch him, but afraid that the yin energy in his body would transfer to him.

"You should go."

Gu Qian looked at Black and White Wuchang who had taken away the big and thick chain and walked away from him, and said to the old beggar who was still reluctant to leave.

The old beggar's face was full of tears, and he kept wiping his face with wrinkled hands.

Tears wiped away more and more, "My dog, grandpa can't bear to part with you. Without grandpa by his side, what should you do alone."

"The dog can't talk. Grandpa is useless. When someone beats him, grandpa can only pounce on him to share the pain. He can't do anything else..." The old beggar said more and more sadly, and cried louder.

Gu Qian glanced at the little beggar who was sitting next to the old beggar's body and sighed sympathetically.

At this time, black and white impermanence has come over.

Hei Wuchang greeted, "Grandma Meng, long time no see, did you find the hairpin?"

Bai Wuchang was putting the iron chain around the ghost's neck.

Hearing Bai Wuchang's words, my heart skipped a beat, "Is your soup boiled yet?"

There will be trouble again in the underworld, and there will be a lot of ghosts, and those people will not dare to look for Po Meng.

As soul ecstasy messengers, he and Hei Wuchang will be miserable, and there are always people gathering in front of the door to quarrel.

Gu Qian rolled her eyes, "Am I as unreliable as you?" She was puzzled and kicked him on the buttocks, "Hurry up and get people back, you're the only one who talks too much."

Bai Wuchang didn't stand firm, and staggered.

Hei Wuchang wiped off his stupid brother, fearing that he would be the next to receive such treatment.

Holding Bai Wuchang with one hand and the chain with the other, he hastily said goodbye to Gu Qian, "We still have duties, so let's take our leave first, see you, Granny Meng."

Gu Qian sighed, he looked so ghostly and ran so fast.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The little beggar's pupils were empty and suddenly lost their focus.

Gu Qian ran to his side and held his hand worriedly.

"The dead can't be brought back to life, sorry." She comforted him bluntly.

……

All night, the little beggar stayed by the old beggar's side.

The next day, at dawn, he dragged the old beggar's body out with great effort.

Gu Qian helped from behind, and the little beggar dug a deep hole under the overpass and buried the old beggar.

After finishing these things, the little beggar finally passed out.

Gu Qian reluctantly picked him up and ran to the inn in the town.

His body was soaked in water for a day and he stayed up for a whole night. Not only did he suffer physical damage, but he also suffered a huge blow to his spirit.

In just one day, he has experienced so much, even an adult may not be able to survive it, let alone a child.

This perseverance is quite admirable.

Gu Qian changed money and asked for a better room.

Put the little beggar on a soft bed and let him have a good rest.

He didn't sleep well, his brows were furrowed all the time, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face even became more flushed.

Gu Qian looked at something wrong, and stroked his forehead with the back of his hand.

Gu Qian withdrew his hand from the scalding heat.

This is... a fever.

Gu Qian covered the back of her hands a little at a loss.

(End of this chapter)