Quick Wear: I am the shopkeeper at the Merit Pawn Shop

Shen Cheng took out a knife from his sleeve, and when Wei Anhou was not prepared at all, Shen Cheng stood up and used his body to cover the wound and stabbed the knife into Wei Anhou's stomach.

Wei Anhou sensed the danger and subconsciously kicked. The guard stepped forward and drew his sword to chop off Shen Cheng's arm.

Several other people controlled Shen Cheng. As for Wei Anhou, he was surrounded by a group of people and was called a doctor.

Shen Cheng seemed to have just come back to his senses from his daze. What had he done? His arm was gone, and so was his future.

Before he could react, the man was dragged into the torture chamber of the marquis' mansion like a dead dog.

night.

When everyone in the Marquis' Mansion was anxious about Marquis Wei An's injuries, Wei Mingzhu came in from the backyard and quietly entered the torture room of the Marquis' Mansion.

Shen Cheng was awakened by someone splashing him with cold water. When he saw Wei Mingzhu, he felt like he had seen a life-saving straw and grabbed the hem of Wei Mingzhu's skirt with one hand.

Under the candlelight, Wei Mingzhu's cold and disgusted gaze moved from Shen Chengkong's empty right hand to his face.

"Who asked you to assassinate the Marquis?"

"No, there is no one. It's the Marquis who went too far. Mingzhu, the Marquis' Mansion looks down on you anyway. If I die, you will surely end up accompanying the ancient Buddha with green lamps forever. Save me, and from now on we will hide our identities and live out the life of a fairy couple in the countryside." Shen Cheng persuaded.

"Are you going out to starve to death?" Wei Mingzhu snorted coldly.

There was a hint of ruthlessness and disgust in his eyes: "Shen Cheng, you hurt my father and ruined my life. Now you can just die."

Wei Mingzhu took out a dagger and stabbed it into Shen Cheng's chest.

Shen Cheng had already sensed Wei Mingzhu's murderous intent. He subconsciously raised his right hand to block it, only to find that his hand was missing a piece.

It was too late to change hands. He watched the dagger pierce into his abdomen and felt his life slipping away.

Wei Mingzhu turned around and went out, without noticing that someone walked into the room after she left.

Shen Cheng thought he was going to die. He opened his eyes and looked up to see a huge, dilapidated Buddha statue, which almost scared him to death.

When he turned around again, he saw Shen Mo standing in front of him.

Suddenly he remembered that it was the person in front of him who asked him to stab Wei Anhou.

"Brother, did you save me? Brother, thank you."

He didn't dare show any resentment, and deliberately put on a flattering expression on his face.

But his micro-expressions could not escape Shen Mo's eyes, which were more precise than a machine.

Shen Mo smiled at him: "Yes, if it weren't for me, you would definitely be tortured to death by Wei Anhou Mansion. Look, I was so good to you. You pushed me off the cliff and wanted to kill my wife and children, but I rescued you from Wei Anhou Mansion."

"Brother, don't worry, I will treat you well for the rest of my life. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west."

He thought of his brother's carriage and horse business, and when he recovered, he would poison Shen Mo. Once Shen Mo died, the carriage and horse business would be his.

As for Shen Mo's wife and two children, they were so young and a woman that they didn't take it seriously at all.

While he was still fantasizing in his mind, he heard Shen Mo's voice again.

"Well, your legs can't move, so you can't go west!"

Shen Mo's words froze the expression on Shen Cheng's face.

What happened to his leg?

Subconsciously, he tried to lift his legs, but found that he couldn't lift one leg.

He reached down with his left hand to grab the legs under the robe, but only grabbed one leg; the other one was gone.

"My legs, brother, where are my legs?" He looked up at Shen Mo.

Suddenly, a scene appeared in my mind.

After Wei Mingzhu left, Shen Mo entered the room, gave him a weird smile, took off his smelly socks, and blocked his mouth.

He swung his sword and chopped...

When Shen Cheng thought of this scene, his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

He was so frightened that he crawled backwards.

"You, why?"

Shen Cheng roared at Shen Mo.

"Of course it's for revenge. You don't think that just because you pushed me off the cliff and replaced me as the runner-up, that's all you need to do, right?"

"You might as well kill me with one knife!" Shen Cheng thought about his broken arms and legs, what's the point of living like this.

"It would be so boring to kill you with one blow. I have to let you know that some people cannot achieve anything even if they become the runner-up. They have a long life ahead of them."

Shen Mo finished speaking and looked outside: "What are you doing outside? Come in."

"Yes." A group of beggars came in from outside and bowed respectfully to Shen Mo.

"I'll leave this man to you from now on. Let him beg well."

"Yes." After Shen Mo left, several beggars surrounded Shen Cheng curiously, pointing at him.

"Let me go. I am an official appointed by the imperial court. Don't listen to that man. If you let me go, you will get a lot of money. You won't have to be beggars anymore."

"Pooh!"

The beggar spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in his face.

"I hate corrupt officials the most. If they hadn't made the wrong judgment, my father wouldn't have died, and my mother wouldn't have been killed by a carriage when she brought me to the capital to file a complaint."

"His clothes are not suitable for a beggar, his hair is too neat, and he is so fat. Who would believe that he is a beggar?" The old beggar pointed at Shen Cheng.

"I'm really too fat. I'd better become a dead person before I lose weight by starving myself!"

"Don't even think about letting me leave. Marquis Wei An is my father-in-law. If you send me to Marquis Wei An's mansion, I will reward you with silver." Shen Cheng shouted.

The beggars opposite didn't even blink, but started discussing among themselves.

"What should we do if he yells and refuses to cooperate like this?"

"If your mouth doesn't obey, then pull out your tongue. Otherwise, it will be a nuisance if you keep it." The oldest old man took out a close-fitting razor blade. The blade was very thin, but the edge flashed with a cold light and it looked extremely sharp.

"Pull his tongue out."

"No, no. I won't shout anymore. I will definitely listen to you and stop yelling." Shen Cheng covered his mouth and shook his head.

The old beggar's hand holding the blade stopped at Shen Cheng's mouth, and then instead of attacking his mouth, he slashed towards Shen Cheng's face.

Shen Cheng only felt a warm feeling sliding down his cheek.

"I looked down and saw blood dripping down my cheeks and neck onto my clothes. Finally, my eyes rolled back and I passed out.

Shen Cheng was awakened by a cry. He looked around and saw that he was surrounded by people who were throwing coins into the bowls in front of them.

"Dad, you're awake, are you feeling better? Wuuuu, Dad, you're lucky you woke up, wuuuu, Dad, don't worry, I will definitely cure your illness, no matter how hard it is, look at so many kind people around donating money to us..." The eight-year-old child hugged Shen Cheng and cried heartbreakingly.

Shen Cheng recognized this child; he was one of the beggars in the dilapidated temple yesterday.

He pushed the child away without a second thought and shouted to the crowd: "I am not a beggar, I am the second place in the imperial examination. I am not a beggar, I am an editor of the Hanlin Academy, a seventh-rank official of the imperial court."