Chapter 100 The Dust-sealed Memory Box
Jiang Lin has been having a strange feeling lately.
This feeling was confirmed not long after he entered the training room.
All the points were converted into Yin Qi Pills, which were swallowed one by one.
Jiang Lin had just eaten half of the Yin Qi Pill in his hand when layers of ghost energy rose around his body.
The ghost energy in the body surged like a river.
Constantly rushing and impacting.
He finished all the Yin Qi pills in one breath and then concentrated on breaking through.
All the ghost energy that had been accumulated for so long was used at this moment.
He originally thought that it would take a long time to break through the barrier of the Ghost King Realm.
But everything seemed to be a natural progression.
After all the Yin Qi pills turned into Yin Qi and flowed into the body, the barrier was naturally broken.
The ghost energy in the body instantly poured into a larger container.
The ghost energy on Jiang Lin burst out and rushed straight out.
The ghost energy was so powerful that it directly created a crack in the ceiling of the primary training room.
The crack spread rapidly like spider webs.
Fortunately, the burst of ghost energy only lasted for a moment before returning to Jiang Lin's body.
All the breath is restrained.
At first glance, it looks like an ordinary ghost that has never entered into cultivation.
"Is this the Ghost King Realm..."
Jiang Lin felt the strength in his body, tried to stretch out his hand, and slowly clenched it in the air.
Bang bang bang!
Explosions sounded from the air.
Compared to before, the ghost energy in the body has become more powerful.
Jiang Lin suddenly had a feeling... that he could make clouds and rain with a wave of his hand.
Very novel.
It was like standing at another height all of a sudden.
At the same time, fragmented images suddenly appeared in his mind.
It’s like opening a long-sealed memory box.
Natural disasters occurred one after another, and people were left without enough food and clothing.
Wars broke out among countries as they scrambled for resources.
There were dead bodies everywhere, cries, beatings and scoldings.
In this scene, Jiang Lin saw a child who looked familiar.
The child's face was somewhat similar to his current face.
Jiang Lin vaguely realized something, "Is this my memory from my previous life?"
He looked at the images from a third-person perspective, as if he was watching a story.
It was like a dream again.
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When he was ten years old, a drought struck the village and there was no harvest.
People died of hunger or illness.
His mother also died of illness.
My mother seemed to say a lot of things before she died, and the most common thing she said was: - Live.
After his mother died, he cried bitterly and then buried her alone.
Later, the remaining people in the village gathered together and decided to go to the capital together.
They should always have something to drink at the feet of the emperor.
Jiang Lin also followed in the middle of the team.
On the way to the capital, the people in the village were still united.
But people still died.
If you are lucky, you can find some food and a good place to shelter from the rain.
If you are unlucky, you may be robbed by other refugees.
Along the way, he quietly huddled in the middle of the team.
During breaks, they take the initiative to help with work.
Collect firewood, find water and food.
After several months of bumps and bruises along the way, they finally arrived at the gate of the capital.
They were considered to be one of the early arrivals and were lucky enough to enter the city.
Not long after they entered, the scrutiny of those who fled became strict.
A large number of refugees were stopped outside the capital city on the grounds of disease, barbarism and other reasons.
Jiang Lin and his group who entered the city also discovered a problem: there was not enough food in the capital.
Facing these refugees, the local people might have experienced something and their attitude was not very friendly.
Although rice porridge was distributed to refugees in the capital every day, the quantity was limited and the porridge was becoming increasingly thinner.
Not long after entering the city, the villagers dispersed and sought survival on their own.
Those who were a little strong or had some education would go to the wealthy families to find work.
Although the wages are low, at least I have food to eat and a roof over my head to shelter from the rain.
If you are lucky and win the favor of the host, you won’t have to worry about not having enough food and clothing, at least for a short period of time.
The living standard is rising rapidly.
“…”
Jiang Lin had no strength, no education, and no relatives.
Even if some villagers were kind enough to help him, they could only help him for a while.
Many refugees who had no work became thinner and thinner, until only bones .
There were even rumors of cannibalism.
Just then, Jiang Lin met an old beggar.
The old man is not a refugee, but has been begging in this capital city as a beggar for half his life.
He taught Jiang Lin how to beg, how to read people's faces, and where to find food...
In this capital city, some people are starving, while others enjoy plentiful food.
Some people are kind enough to give out porridge and do good deeds, while others beat and kick the weak just because they don’t like them.
But compared to the war outside, these things are probably trivial matters to the bigwigs above.
A few years later, the war situation in various countries was tense.
Soldiers, food and fodder are being collected everywhere.
At that time, there were six nations at war.
The strength and territory of Qi State, where Jiang Lin and his people are located, are constantly being weakened.
There are even rumors among the people that the current emperor is cowardly and that someone is more suitable to be the emperor.
Jiang Lin and the old beggar only listened to these words. What they thought about every day was...
How to fill your stomach.
At that time, Jiang Lin had grown a lot taller.
However, due to lack of nutrition, he looks a few points smaller than other children of the same age.
And in this year, something very important happened to him.
It was also a turning point in his life.
"Fuck you, you stinky beggar dare to hang around in front of me!"
"If you bastards hadn't wasted food, I wouldn't have been blamed by my father!"
"You're wasting food, you bastard! What's the point of living?"
On the street, a luxuriously decorated carriage was parked on one side.
The man in gorgeous clothes had an ugly expression and sinister eyes.
While cursing, he kicked and stomped the stinky beggar under his feet.
It was as if he wanted to vent all the frustration he had experienced in the palace today.
He is a prince, so what's wrong with eating some delicious food ?
What's wrong with being extravagant?!
These stinky beggars are nothing, yet they are still alive and wasting so much food!
"What are you looking at? You are all protected all the time, but now you can't even take out some food. What's the point of keeping you?"
The people on the street shrank their necks, cursed in their hearts, and hurried away.
Although they were also unhappy, there was no need to provoke the Ninth Prince for an unrelated beggar.
Otherwise, they will be the next to suffer.
When Jiang Lin got the news and hurried over, the old beggar also saw him.
“…”
The old beggar didn't say anything, but shook his head slightly and motioned him to leave quickly.
Jiang Lin immediately turned around and found a place to hide.
Over the past few years, the old beggar took him around to beg for food and taught him a lot.
I have also encountered such unreasonable people before.
The old beggar once said that if you meet such a person, don't pay any attention to him and don't act on impulse.
You won't die from being insulted, kicked, or beaten a few times.
But if you act impulsively, you may lose your head.
This capital city is filled with princes and nobles.
You can't afford to offend them, so don't provoke them.
Just be alive.
He listens to the old man.
The old man said at the beginning that if you follow him and listen to him, you can survive.
Jiang Lin did as he was told and is still alive today.
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