Chapter 001: Alien Appearance

"Sir, please have a drink of water."

A half-broken white porcelain bowl was placed at an angle in front of Lu Sen.

Although the white porcelain bowl was broken, it was washed very cleanly.

The water in the bowl is clear and transparent, with a sweet taste.

This is well water.

Lu Sen could smell it. When he was a child, he often drank sweet well water in his hometown. The taste was so much better than any mineral water or distilled water!

Lu Sen took the half bowl of water and drank a sip. He felt that his throat, which was almost dry and burnt, finally felt much better.

Taking a comfortable breath, Lu Sen looked at the person standing in front of him who had handed him the water.

A beggar.

He has thin arms and legs, is dark and skinny, and there seems to be an unhealthy yellowish color in the pupils of his eyes. He looks like someone suffering from long-term malnutrition syndrome.

The other person was wearing a tattered, old, and frayed yellow and black shorts jacket covered with dense patches, and no one knew how many generations it had been passed down.

The beggar's face looked quite young, probably no more than twenty years old.

He bent his waist slightly, and when he saw Lu Sen's gaze shift to him, a flattering smile appeared on his face, and his waist bent even more.

"Thank you for the water."

Lu Sen handed the broken bowl back.

"I don't deserve your thanks, sir. I don't deserve it." The beggar smiled innocently, took the porcelain bowl with both hands, then hunched back two steps slowly, and then asked carefully: "Sir, do you need any errands?"

Lu Sen was slightly surprised, then he patted his chest and said with a smile: "Do you think my strange clothes are suitable?"

The beggar lowered his head slightly and said in an almost pious manner: "It's appropriate, but a servant like me is not qualified to run errands for you, sir."

When Lu Sen heard this, he frowned slightly.

The beggar in front of him was really ambitious. In order to stop being a beggar, he even wanted to recognize a person like himself who had unknown origins as his master.

It seems that he is afraid of being hungry, poor, and being bullied.

Lu Sen looked at the other person, thoughtfully.

The two of them were at the end of an alley.

Surrounding it are low, dilapidated wooden houses, and the roads are loess paths. Most of the people walking around have sallow complexion and wear short clothes full of patches.

The two of them were very conspicuous here. Everyone passing by would notice them, and might even subconsciously look at them a few more times. Then, as if frightened, they would immediately look away and leave in a hurry.

The reason was simple: Lu Sen was dressed too strangely.

The short-sleeved shirts and shorts may look similar to those worn by local residents, but they are completely different in nature.

The shorts on his lower body are pure black, clean and brand new. There are no patches, they look very thick, and they have many pockets like Kuhaha, but the stitching is dense and even, and the craftsmanship is extremely high. In the words of experts, it is luxurious and restrained.

The pure white silk shirt looked like it was made of snow. There was a big skull embroidered on the chest, in black and white, very cute.

But to the people around, it wasn't that feeling, they just felt scared.

Anyone who dares to tattoo a human skull on his clothes is either a ruthless person or an alien.

Who dares to mess with me?

Who dares to look around?

Not to mention that Lu Sen has fair skin and tender flesh, and his skin is better than that of most girls.

This kind of person is not something that a poor family can raise.

It definitely has an extraordinary origin.

When encountering such people, ordinary people have no right to approach them. They should stay as far away from them as possible to avoid getting involved in any bad luck.

At this time, the beggar became nervous when he saw Lu Sen was still in deep thought and not speaking.

He took the initiative to approach the young man in front of him, gave him a bowl of water, and said with a lecherous face that he wanted to be his slave. This was the greatest courage this beggar could muster in his life.

It was just a natural intuition that told the beggar that this might be his only chance in this life.

The only chance to get close to big shots and have a say.

So, even though he was afraid, he did not run away, and even though he was terrified, he did not retreat.

Lu Sen came back to his senses from his contemplation, looked at the beggar who seemed very frightened, and asked gently: "What's your name?"

"Everyone else calls me..." The beggar heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Lu Sen finally spoke and didn't look unhappy: "Black Pillar."

Lu Sen looked the man up and down. He was indeed dark and tall, so it seemed reasonable to call him Black Pillar.

"But it's just a nickname." Lu Sen sat on a gravel pier beside the dirt road, with the slanting shade of a tree covering him. His porcelain-white face was particularly obvious and eye-catching in the dim light. There was no blemish on his skin, so perfect that he seemed to be otherworldly. "You should have a name."

The young beggar lowered his head in inferiority, as if he dared not look at the boy's face again: "I don't have... I have been a beggar since I was old enough to understand. Others call me Black Pillar."

Then he raised his head and looked at Lu Sen expectantly: "Sir, can you give me a name?"

It is not difficult to give someone a name, but once you give them a surname and a given name, it means that you have implicitly acknowledged that this person will follow you in the future.

I am a lonely person with nowhere to live, no food to eat or drink, and I can't even support myself. Can I take on this responsibility?

Lu Sen was a little hesitant.

The beggar waited quietly, not daring to breathe. He knew that whether he could get rid of his beggar status and no longer be homeless depended on whether the young man in front of him was willing to take him in.

After waiting for a long time, when the beggar was quite nervous, Lu Sen stood up, patted his body, and said, "A name is very important to a person. I am not qualified to help you choose one now, but I will find a way to ask a respected person to give you a name. So for now, you can call yourself Heizhu."

Hei Zhu was extremely lost.

In his opinion, this meant that the young master in front of him had rejected his request, and the so-called finding a name for himself later was probably just a euphemism.

As a beggar born and raised in Bianjing City, Heizhu had been begging for food in the city for more than ten years and had met many important figures.

There were talented and handsome men, important officials of the imperial court, and even officials were seen from afar during major festivals and sacrifices.

However, these are still within the scope of ordinary people.

But the young man in front of him is really completely different.

Heizhu still remembers that about an hour ago, he ate a rotten black steamed bun, his stomach was three-quarters full, and he was sitting here to enjoy the shade.

Suddenly, a strange wind surged nearby, and there was a sharp noise. Then, in broad daylight, the young man in front of him suddenly appeared.

Without any warning, the man just stood there.

A real miracle.

At first Heizhu thought he was possessed by evil spirits, so he was frightened and hid far away.

But human instinct of curiosity still drove him to turn back and hide aside to observe this strange man who suddenly appeared.

Then he found that although this person who suddenly appeared was dressed strangely and even had short hair, he was really handsome and well-mannered, like a scholar. Most importantly, there was a shadow under his feet, which showed that he was not a ghost.

It's not a ghost... but it can transform into a living person. This means that he is either a successful wizard or an extraordinary person.

Heizhu watched the young man look around in confusion, and even walked out of the alley, took a small circle, and finally turned back and sat on the stone steps by the roadside.

At the same time, he was muttering to himself in confusion.

Heizhu was far away and could only vaguely hear some inexplicable words like "dump truck", "struck by lightning", "how did it get through", and "golden finger".

I can understand every word, but when put together I have no idea what they mean.

This is probably a spell cast by a wizard or an alien.

Later, Heizhu also discovered that the young man who suddenly appeared looked quite confused, and even smiled helplessly from time to time, seeming to be very troubled.

He hid aside and watched for nearly two hours, and found that the young man was just sitting there motionless, just in a daze.

It can even be seen that this young man is obviously very thirsty, but he has no intention of getting up to get some water to drink.

Is it because you grew up being served by others and had no one to order you around, so you are not used to it?

Heizhu immediately had an idea. If he went up to them and asked for a job as an errand boy, would he be able to find a place to stay?

Moreover, even if this young man has no money or possessions, he can appear out of thin air. He is obviously a very capable person. It is definitely better for me to cling to him than to beg alone on the street.

A lonely beggar lives a miserable life and is always bullied.

Especially the other unrelated beggars who bullied me from time to time by relying on their numbers. Being chased here and there and having to change places to beg for food was just a small matter, and there were several times when I was almost beaten to death by a beggar gang.

Every time he would lie in the corner of the alley for two or three days before he could get up. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to have a strong life.

After being nearly beaten to death several times, Heizhu understood one thing.

It is very difficult for a person to survive in this prosperous city of Bianjing, or to survive in this world.

He also thought about joining other beggar gangs, but no one wanted him and he was beaten up several times instead.

He left with a bruised face.

Since the beggars' gang don't want me, I'll just look for someone else.

Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking. Ordinary families are not well-off, and if they encounter a disaster, they probably won't have enough to eat. How could they take in a beggar of unknown origin if they are not related to him?

The wealthy families had their own thugs and bodyguards. With his dishevelled appearance, he would be beaten away by the guards before he even got close to someone's door.

As for blocking the road... that's even more impossible. Before they get close, they will probably be taken away by the big shot's bodyguards.

But now, a young man with no bodyguards and no errand boys was sitting in the front, with no one to serve him.

If I don't seize this great opportunity, I guess I'll never have it again.

So Heizhu climbed into a small courtyard nearby. This family had gone to visit relatives outside the city a few days ago and would not be back for the time being.

There is a sweet well in this yard.

He first washed his hands clean with well water, wiped his face clean, and washed the bowl he used for begging spotlessly. Then he scooped half a bowl of well water with a broken bowl.

He successfully struck up a conversation with the young man, and expressed his desire to be his slave with a flustered mood.

Then it was declined.

That's right, big shots have all kinds of slaves they want. They can just spend some money to buy ten or eight girls to serve as servants in their mansions. How could they be interested in a beggar like me?

Holding the broken porcelain bowl in both hands, Heizhu turned around and was about to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard the young man in front of him say, "Heizhu, where are you going? Come here, I have something to ask you."

Hei Zhu was stunned for a moment, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, then ran up happily and said, "My dear, what do you want to ask?"

Although Heizhu had never been to school and had been wandering and begging since he was a child, he knew that once he became a slave, he should call his young master who had not married or had children "Langjun".

"Is there any place in this city that is relatively secluded, with few people coming and going, and trees growing there? If the trees are cut down, no one will cause trouble." Lu Sen crossed his arms, raised his head and thought for a while, then continued, "It would be best if those trees were taller."

Hei Zhu thought for a while, then bowed and said respectfully, "There really is such a place, my dear. I will take you there right away."

"Thank you for your help." Lu Sen said with a smile.

"My dear, you are too polite. I cannot bear this."

So, the black pillar led the way in front.

Exit the alley and walk onto the street.

The city of Bianjing was prosperous. Even around noon during the hottest days of summer, when it was extremely hot, the streets were packed with people.

Of course, most of the people walking on the streets at this time were civilians or working people wearing shorts.

Occasionally, there would be women holding white paper umbrellas, dressed very eye-catchingly, walking seductively and parading through the streets.

At first glance, she was a lady on the pleasure boat, who had come out to buy cosmetics during the free time at noon.

Heizhu walked in front with his waist slightly bent.

In the past, if he had dared to walk on the street dressed like a beggar, and didn't walk close to the corners and block people's way, he would have been beaten and thrown into the corner.

But this time it was different. Wherever he passed, almost everyone would subconsciously step back two steps.

Heizhu knew very well that these people were not making way for him, but for the man behind him.

After all, Lu Sen has short hair, so he is either a monk or a Taoist priest. Both of them have a very high social status.

And his dress is really too weird.

There was a black and white human skull tattoo on the front of his clothes. Even the most unruly Fu Yao would not dare to do so.

As he walked along, passers-by on the street looked at Lu Sen curiously, then looked away with a little fear.

There are shops on both sides of the street, and waiters stand at the door shouting loudly to attract customers.

Green tiles, white walls, and red pavilions with flying eaves.

The young ladies who had just woken up, yawning with sleepy eyes, put their white jade arms on the red railings, gently waved their small white round fans, half leaned on the railings, and smiled coquettishly at the passers-by below, calling out in a charming voice: "Come over there, young man, I miss you so much!"

Then, there would be hot-tempered young men, or men with weapons on their backs, with frosted faces and who looked like gangsters, who would swallow their saliva and walk into the store.

The black pillar led the way in front. After turning four corners, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the street became smaller and smaller, until it was so narrow that only one person could pass.

After another big turn, we arrived behind a wall.

The wall is very long and seems to have no end. It looks a bit shabby. Inside the wall, there are birds singing, flowers blooming, and many tall trees.

Heizhu walked a little further ahead and saw a large gap in the wall ahead. He stood in front of the gap and said, "My dear, this is it. There are tall trees inside."

"This seems to be someone else's backyard."

"It's okay." Heizhu shook his head and said, "The owner of this place doesn't mind others coming in to cut wood or pick wild fruits, as long as you really encounter difficulties."

So that’s it!

Lu Sen walked into the yard through the gap.

The yard is very large. Lu Sen estimated that it covers an area of at least two hundred acres.

Because the view is limited by trees, it is difficult to see the whole picture of the yard.

Since no one here minds logging, Lu Sen plans to try his abilities.

He walked to the nearest tree, looked up at it for a while, then raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and gently hammered on the trunk.

Heizhu watched from the side, feeling a little strange.

But he didn't say anything. There must be a reason why a man does things.

Lu Sen continued to hammer the tree trunk, each time with greater force.

When the force became so strong that Lu Sen began to frown, a strange phenomenon appeared on the tree trunk.

A white crack like a spider web appeared where the weapon was hit, about the size of a washbasin.

Lu Sen stopped hammering.