Chapter 351 Legend of the Wolf God (Part 1)

The bitter cold wind whistled through the streets of Zhuxian Town, rolling up a few withered leaves.

The ragged beggar leaned on the corner of the street, weakly watching the passers-by, and squeezed out a hoarse whisper from time to time.

"Please be kind, uncle, I haven't eaten for three days..."

But his weak plea was ignored by passers-by, and even the beggar himself felt perfunctory.

Zhuxian Town, located in the southern border of Youxiong Country, is rumored to be a big town that existed in ancient times, but it has long since declined.

The streets and alleys where countless gods' blood was shed in the legend are only old and dilapidated, without any glory.

But today's Zhuxian Town is unusually lively.

The flow of people of all kinds filled the old city, and accents from all over the world kept echoing in the beggar's ears.

But the beggar is not actually a local, he fled from outside.

Originally, he lived in Mingxin Village, about a hundred miles away from Zhuxian Town. But not long ago, there was a fight between two passing demons, and during the fight, the two evil demons destroyed the Human King Monument that protected the village.

Although the two big demons did not kill people in the village, they fought and left on the demon wind.

But without the protection of the Human King Monument, the village would never be safe again.

The villagers fled and left Mingxin Village.

He had no relatives or acquaintances to rely on, so he came to Zhuxian Town, more than a hundred miles away from home, alone and became a beggar to make a living.

According to the rules of beggars, he should not come to the Yunhun Street where he is now.

This Yunhun Street is the most prosperous and lively street in Zhuxian Town. The city also expressly prohibits beggars from appearing here to prevent the ragged and smelly beggars from accidentally bumping into a certain dignitary.

But today's beggar broke this rule and came alone secretly.

Because according to rumors, the big man from the capital is going to hold a banquet here today to entertain practitioners from all over the world, and recruit enthusiastic practitioners from the people to go out of the city to kill monsters.

In the past six months, monsters have been rampant in the southern part of Youxiong Country, and there are countless villages like Mingxin Village that have been destroyed.

The big men in the capital have also noticed the chaos in the southern border and are finally going to make an effort to rectify it.

For the beggar, he really wants to witness the convening of this grand event with his own eyes.

Although he is not a practitioner and cannot go to subdue monsters and exterminate monsters, as a mortal whose village was destroyed by monsters, at least he wants to see the practitioners join the grand event and prepare to exterminate monsters.

Before coming, the beggar was ready to be driven away.

But when he arrived at the Fallen Soul Street, he found that no one came to drive him away.

When the patrolling city guards wearing armor patrolled the streets, they all turned a blind eye to him and never came up to cause trouble.

At first, the beggar was a little surprised, but after staying for a while, he found that there were quite a few people like him in ragged clothes in the crowd.

Among them, there were a few people who were obviously practitioners carrying magic weapons, but they were dirty and ragged, and they looked more like beggars than him.

Being in the Soul-Meteoric Street, the patrol guards might have regarded him as a practitioner who came to attend the conference, so they did not drive him away.

Realizing this, the beggar became much bolder.

He left the original position and moved the broken bowl of begging to the Fuyu Building in the center of the Soul-Meteoric Street.

This is the main venue of today's conference, and the top practitioners are qualified to enter and meet the big man from the capital.

Outside the Fuyu Building, dozens of banquets were set up to entertain the practitioners who came to the conference. Later, the big man will come out to deal with the many practitioners and give everyone enough face.

On the long street, a high platform was built, and a troupe was invited to perform. There were also a wide variety of delicious food and drinks on both sides of the street, all for the practitioners to use at will.

If there are still needs, they can even directly call the patrolling city guards and ask them.

However, although the beggar barely mixed in, he did not dare to provoke the patrolling city guards, let alone touch the food on both sides of the street.

Although he was interested in the grand event outside the Fuyu Tower, he only dared to sit in the corner and listen with his ears, not daring to get close to see.

However, just sitting in the corner and listening to the chats between the practitioners, listening to the magical experiences of exorcising demons and going up and down, he was already very satisfied.

And gradually, the beggar also understood a lot of things.

It turned out that the demons that have been raging in the southern border in the past six months did not appear out of thin air, but escaped from further south.

The practitioners said that at the other end of the desolate dead land in the south, there is a place called Huotong Country.

That country is different from Youxiong. They don't respect their ancestors or worship the king, but believe in some fire god. Even the ruler of a country is not an emperor, but a king.

There is no court, no civil or military officials.

The people who govern the whole country are a group of wizards who are busy worshiping the fire god every day.

And the ruler of Huotong is the biggest and most pious wizard...

The various strange things mentioned by the practitioners made the beggar stare.

At this time, the performance on the stage just ended, and a storyteller came on stage to tell a play and sing.

The beggar has seen that storyteller. His surname is Hu and his name is Yi. He can read, but his talent is not high. On weekdays, he tells stories and entertains people in major restaurants and inns in Zhuxian Town to earn some tea money.

But because he can tell all kinds of strange things about the world, demons, ghosts, and love, he can cater to the interests of the audience in any occasion, and even the women in the brothels like to listen to his stories.

So Hu Yi is quite famous in Zhuxian Town.

It is not surprising that he was invited to today's event. However, Hu Yi used to tell stories to please the audience. Today, there are so many practitioners present... Is he going to tell some stories about practitioners?

In the corner, the beggar was very curious.

On the high platform, the storyteller in a long gown coughed lightly, smiled and said the opening lines to the people below, and he was really going to tell a story about cultivation.

"What I'm going to tell you today is the story of a wolf sword that destroyed demons and monsters in the country called Huotong outside the desolate dead land in the south, and millions of evil demons were defeated in all directions..."

Hu Yi's voice was ups and downs.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the whole long street suddenly became quiet.

In an instant, all eyes on the long street turned to him.

Those practitioners who were originally talking, working, and eating, even those who were far away at the other end of the long street, all tacitly put down what they were doing and turned to look at him.

The scene of hundreds of eyes looking at him at the same time made Hu Yi suddenly startled, and cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.

Those present were all high-ranking practitioners...

Is the story he told a taboo among practitioners?

Otherwise, why did all these practitioners react in this way?