A house full of cannon fodder reads my mind. Who knows? I’m going crazy.

[This little pervert, who can learn from you? boring! 】 Yan Bao rolled his eyes in his heart, but on his face he was so scared that he hid behind Mr. Que.

Master Que was also trembling with fear. Faced with Yan Bao's plea for help, he stood in front of Yan Bao and used his rickety and skinny body to protect Yan Bao. He begged: "Ninth Young Master, please forgive me. This child is a poor man. He is blind." , can’t speak yet, is being bullied as a beggar.”

"Is he mute?" The Ninth Young Master couldn't hear the word "mute" now, which would make him stressed, thinking of that audacious assassin who deserved to be cut into pieces. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have become a useless person.

The eyes will not be hurt or disfigured.

Thinking of this, Ninth Young Master had a bloodthirsty smile on his lips: "Bring this person here."

Facing the burly guards, Master Que was no match for them. He was quickly pushed away and fell to the ground with a crack, as if he had broken a bone.

Yan Bao was caught and held in front of the Ninth Young Master by two guards. When he saw Yan Bao's buck teeth, he was sure that he was not the damn assassin, but he didn't want to let Yan Bao go just like that.

He took off the rag blindfold on Yan Bao's eye, revealing an eye that had been disguised by Yan Bao. It was scarred and shocking, much more terrifying than the scars on the Ninth Young Master's eyes.

The Ninth Young Master frowned slightly: "Unlucky!"

After saying that, Ninth Young Master turned around and left.

Yan Bao was thrown to the ground, and the guards followed the Ninth Young Master and left.

Yan Bao knew that Ninth Young Master was persuaded to leave because of the scars on her eyes. If she didn't disguise herself and show her eyes, she would be easily recognized. Now they are scarred and have buck teeth.

No one could recognize that this little beggar was her.

Yan Bao, who had saved his life, was pulled up by Mr. Que. Together they went to see the murdered deaf beggar. The corpse was almost hard. There was a silver coin beside it. A life was worth five taels of silver.

Master Que took five taels of silver, and the remaining three beggars, together with Yan Bao, wrapped the body in a torn mat, bought a thin coffin, and dug a pit on the hill near the mass grave.

Yan Bao didn't expect that she would be the main force in digging holes.

After blood blisters appeared on her palms, the three elders and one child dug out the hole and worked together to bury the person.

Mr. Que hid the remaining one tael of silver and said to them: "This little money will be used for emergencies. If anyone needs it, you can use it later."

They all had no objection, knowing that if they died, the remaining people could help bury him.

It's not a bad thing for a deaf person, he can still find a coffin when he dies.

They were afraid that they would die and there would be no coffin, so it would be nice to have mats.

Yan Bao counted the time. She could go back in an hour and the challenge would be completed.

Master Que knew that everyone was tired, so he took everyone to the river to take a bath: "I still have twenty coins. I will buy buns later. The buns that are not sold out will be sold cheaply, so I just buy a few more."

The others nodded happily and watched them go to the river to take a bath, but Yan Bao refused.

They looked at the dirty Yan Bao and persuaded her to join them. Yan Bao shook his head and said that he was not dirty.

Mr. Que looked at Yan Bao for two seconds and did not try to persuade him anymore. Instead, he took his two little brothers to wash up.

Yan Bao turned her back to them and walked away a little. She glanced at the dirty, smelly, and dark little beggar herself in the water, and didn't even look at it.

The steamed buns are indeed much cheaper in the evening. It is hot and the steamed buns will go bad after one night if they are not sold out. The remaining steamed buns are basically sold cheaply.

They had good luck, and there were quite a few.

There were two meat buns per person, as well as a flower roll, and two steamed buns. Everyone was exhausted and wolfed down the food. Yan Bao was not polite. This time, the steamed buns were clean.

It's ironic to say that the deaf man's death resulted in a full meal.

The blame lies with the Ninth Young Master. Human life is nothing in his eyes.

After Yan Bao had eaten and drank enough, a prompt appeared in his mind: [Congratulations on completing the mission, you have obtained the copying talisman, which can copy anything you want, except material space. 】

Yan Bao: "..."

The task was completed, and Yan Bao breathed a sigh of relief. God knows how she got here in the past three days.

Looking at the three skinny and senile old beggars, Yan Bao felt a little complicated.

These beggars were something she would never have given a second glance to before.

Nowadays, when we get along with each other, we find that poor people are indeed pitiable.

Seeing them reluctant to eat and hiding the steamed bun wreath, Yan Bao gave his own wreath to Master Que.

Mr. Que shook his head: "Keep it for yourself. Eat it when you are hungry at night, but don't let the rats take it away."

Yan Bao shook his head. She would go back to Zi Yun and the others later. She completed the challenge and obtained the household registration template. As long as she made a few copies, she would be safe in Dongzhou, and even if someone checked, they wouldn't be able to find it.

Seeing her insistence, Mr. Que took it and said, "I'll keep it for you. Come find me when you're hungry."

Yan Bao nodded.

While they were draining the water, Yan Bao stuffed ten taels of silver into the woman selling buns, pointed at the three old beggars, and asked her to give them the buns she couldn't sell every day.

The woman raised her eyebrows, realizing that Yan Bao couldn't speak. If it weren't for her buck teeth and eye problems, she would have thought she was the assassin the prince was looking for, and almost wanted to expose her.

Compare the portraits and you will be happy for nothing.

The woman nodded and collected the money. She would no longer be afraid of endless meat buns. The steamed buns were broken, and with these beggars carrying them, ten taels of silver could give them a lot of steamed buns.

When the three beggars came back, they found that Yan Bao was missing.

They looked around and heard the woman who was closing the stall and preparing to leave say: "Are you looking for that little beggar? You three old men were lucky. You picked up a rich man. He gave me ten taels of silver. I can't sell it in the future." The steamed buns and steamed buns are bought for you cheaply. You just need to come here at this time every day to get the buns."

Queye: "???"

The other two beggars couldn't believe it: "You woman, are you lying to us?"

The woman was funny: "I lied to you beggars about what I did. That little beggar walked in that direction. Well, this is the money he gave me. If I hadn't been kind and trustworthy, I wouldn't have told you."

Mr. Que was about to grab the silver, but the woman avoided it and said, "Why, give it to me and it's mine. Just come and get steamed buns every day. It's not much. You can eat whatever is left from the sale. You don't have to choose."

Mr. Que was nervous: "This...couldn't this be his money for selling himself?"

The woman rolled her eyes: "How is that possible? You don't know that such an ugly little beggar is blind, mute, and has buck teeth. Not to mention a male beggar, even a female beggar can't sell it for this price."

The woman was too lazy to waste time with them. She had children waiting at home, so she packed up the stall, closed the door and went home.

Que Ye and the other three looked at each other, puzzled as to why the little beggar ordered steamed buns for them.

Is it really good for them to give them money?

Also, she is a little beggar, she has ten taels of silver, why should she be a beggar?

Mr. Que looked at the portrait of the assassin posted on the wall not far away. He was mute, with big eyes and fair skin.

When Mr. Que thought about the past few days together, he accidentally looked at the little beggar's exposed ankles and wrists. They were indeed very white, and he was also mute.

is it possible......

Mr. Que was secretly frightened and didn't dare to think too much. He warned himself that he didn't know anything. He didn't know any assassins. He was just an old beggar who was about to die.

On Yanbao's side, she left the steamed bun shop and ran all the way. She knew that if she didn't go back, Ziyun and the others would be in trouble. The official who checked the household registration documents arrived near the village where Tao Yuanyuan rented.

If she didn't get her household registration back in time, they would all be in trouble.

Yan Bao had already seen the group of officials walking towards the street in the courtyard where they were. There were also people knocking on the door, calling everyone out and asking them to stand in the courtyard. Others went to the house to search, fearing that someone was hiding.

There was also a knock on the door of the courtyard where Tao Yuanyuan lived. Tao Yuanyuan broke into a cold sweat and looked at Master Li: "What should we do? Yan Bao hasn't come back yet. If we can't get our household registration, we will have to be arrested."

The officer knocked on the door several times but did not open it. Several people looked at each other and quietly pulled out the saber from their waists.