Chapter 3362 The Real World 712

On this day, a beggar was merry. After seeing the sores on his arm, he was so frightened that he got off her body and walked out of the account with his pants up.

Seeing him come out, the black-faced beggar smiled and said, "Why is it so fast today."

Every time he entered, he would not come out for half an hour.

The beggar cursed angrily, "Old Hei, that woman has acne."

"Acne?" The black beggar's eyes widened, but he was shocked, "You read it wrong. She is in good health. You can't hurt badly just because you don't pay."

The beggar turned black with anger, and threw three copper plates on him, "Give it to you. I will never come again."

The black-faced beggar spit in the direction he left, turned around and entered the account.

Gu Pianran was lying on the dilapidated wooden bed, and when he saw the black-faced beggar entering, his eyes were full of fear.

The black-faced beggar stepped forward and slapped her face, causing red marks to appear on her face.

"Say, where did the sores appear again?"

Gu Pianran raised her arm and saw two sores on her armpits.

The black-faced beggar picked up a red-hot wooden stick from the brazier beside him and walked in front of her. The red-hot stick was directly pressed on the new sore.

"Ahhh." Gu Pianran let out a scream.

There was a smell of charred meat wafting from the account.

The black-faced beggar said viciously: "Where there is a sore in the future, let me know as soon as possible. If I find out that you are hiding it, you know my method."

Gu Pianran nodded in horror, not daring to resist at all.

Half a year of inhuman torture had already wiped out her self-esteem, her arrogance, and everything she had.

Now she is just a slave girl who was imprisoned by a poor beggar, and she is inferior to a dog.

Gu Pianran knew that she was ill, and she had a terminal illness.

She cooperated with the actions of the black beggars, concealed her illness, and continued to make deals with those dirty beggars.

She hated these people in her heart.

It is they who have made themselves inhuman and ghostly, and it is they who have made themselves suffer from this disease.

She was going to die, so naturally she couldn't let them go.

On this day, the black-faced beggar walked into the account and threw half of the gnawed bun to her side. As soon as Gu Pianran received the steamed bun, she devoured it, swallowing half of the steamed bun in three or two bites.

"Hungry ghost reincarnated." The black-faced beggar kicked her angrily.

He was about to leave when Gu Pianran hugged his leg.

"and many more."

The black-faced beggar pulled out his feet with a look of disgust, "I've told you how many times, don't touch me."

Gu Pianran shyly withdrew her hand.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Gu Pianran opened her mouth and said, "I have flower willow disease. You should know that I will die soon. Without me, your future life will not be as good as it is now."

The black-faced beggar's heart sank.

He naturally knew this, but Hua Liu disease was a terminal illness, and he had no choice.

"You want me to hire a doctor for you?" the black-faced beggar sneered. "Don't dream. If you hire a doctor, it's just a waste of money. If you let others know that you're sick, you'll have nothing."

Those beggars would even kill him in a fit of rage.

How could he do such a loss-making business?

"No, I don't need a doctor. This disease can't be cured."

"Then what do you mean?" asked the black-faced beggar.

"I feel like I don't have much time." Gu Pianran said weakly.