Mo Wen is a real beggar. It seems that he has been doing this business since I remember it. Perhaps the only difference is that he used to beg for others, but now it is for himself.

I have to admit that beggars are a high-income profession, especially in the past few years, it was not uncommon to have hundreds or thousands of dollars a day. In recent years, as more people in this industry gradually increased, their income began to decline seriously. However, even so, it was quite easy to earn hundreds of dollars a day, and it was easy and free. So Mo Wen liked his job very much, especially after he came to the countryside by chance, he was even more satisfied with the sharp increase in income.

Hundreds or thousands? That's just a normal situation. I remember that one time Mo Wen was passing by the entrance of a casino, he was thrown away a large stack of more than 20,000 yuan by a rich man who was probably winning a lot of money. Mo Wen was so excited that he almost went crazy at that time, so that Mo Wen stayed in the car cemetery where he usually stayed for a few days.

The only thing that made Mo Wen unhappy was that being arrested and deported every now and then was so troublesome that Mo Wen could not even pass the normal procedures to come to Mongol and Macau. Moreover, it was not easy to go to the gate of the quarry to beg. As long as it appeared, it would be expelled in a few minutes. It was not uncommon to even encounter a security guard with a bad temper and be beaten. This made it impossible for Mo Wen to stay at the entrance of the casino to beg.

It was not until half a year ago that things slowly changed due to an accident.

Mo Wen remembered clearly that it was a Sunday, and he was swaying on a pedestrian street with a broken bowl. Suddenly, a noise came from a Gudong store next to the street. Mo Wen, who was a little curious, turned to look at the door of the Gudong store, but he happened to see a black thing smashing towards him.

"Bang!" I didn't even see what was flying in. A piercing pain suddenly came into Mo Wen's consciousness. He squatted on the ground like a conditioned reflex. Mo Wen reached out to cover his smashed forehead, and suddenly felt a warm thing flowing out of his forehead. Mo Wen didn't know that it was being smashed and bleeding! He took his hand and saw that his whole hand was stained with blood.

It was not until this time that Mo Wen saw what fell on him and fell on the ground. It seemed to be a copper turtle the size of a baby's fist? But unlike an ordinary turtle, the copper turtle looked like a dragon head. He picked up the copper turtle from the ground in a daze. Mo Wen looked at the ancient shop, but was wondering whether he should go in and find the copper turtle to pay some medical expenses or something?

The reason why hesitated was because Mo Wen was very clear that there were few poor people who could come to visit such places, so he came to the door with his own identity. One of them was afraid that he would get angry. Fortunately, the people in the store did not make Mo Wen worry for a long time. Just when Mo Wen was stunned when he picked up the copper turtle, a middle-aged fat man walked out of the Gudong store angrily, cursing the Gudong store selling fake goods. However, looking at it, it was obvious that even if he bought a fake goods, he would have no choice but to use this Gudong store. After all, Gudong bought this thing with eyesight. It was no wonder that others would be surprised if he had a look.

The fat man who left Gudong Store also saw Mo Wen holding a copper turtle in one hand and covering his forehead with the other. He didn't have to guess that he knew that the copper turtle that he threw out in his anger must have smashed the beggar. He glanced at the copper turtle held by Mo Wen's bloody hand. The fat man frowned and took out his wallet with some bad luck, took out a few pieces of money from it and threw it in front of Mo Wen. He ignored Mo Wen and left directly. Naturally, the copper turtle that made him angry finally remained in Mo Wen's hand.

Ask Mo Wen what he felt at that time? Apart from being happy, he must be happy. Although he was hit so hard, he was quite terrifying. However, Mo Wen's family knew about his own affairs and his head was not very serious. But the money he gave was almost 1,000 yuan. Where can I find such a good thing?

Mo Wen finished work that day, cut a kilogram of pork head meat, bought two side dishes and a bottle of wine to make him drunk. As for the copper turtle, it was a fake, and he was directly put in his pocket and ignored it.

It should have ended here, but in fact everything seemed to have just begun. In a daze that night, Mo Wen seemed to have a strange dream. The dream had no image, and only one voice was chanting something in his head all night.

The reason why it is called a strange dream is that from that night, the dream seems to be entangled with Mo Wen. Every day, as long as Mo Wen falls asleep, the dream will appear in time. However, the difference is that from time to time Mo Wen can see a sloppy old Taoist priest appearing in the dream and doing something. As he experiences those dreams again and again, everything in the dream begins to become clear in Mo Wen's consciousness. At least Mo Wen will know soon. The murmurs in his mind are actually some scriptures.

Crazy? Schizophrenia? No matter what happens, Mo Wen, who has a net worth of hundreds of thousands, has never had the idea of ​​going to see a doctor. You must know that it is all his hard-earned money. He still hopes to make a few more years and then find a place to build a house and marry a wife.

Anyway, after half a month, although it was a little noisy, Mo Wen did not find any bad effects on him. It even seemed that because of that dream, even the quality of sleep had improved a lot. Every day I woke up, I was full of energy. The only thing that was unhappy was that I was sweating profusely every time I woke up from a nightmare. But how much does it matter to him, a beggar?

Life passed quickly, and more than half a month passed in a blink of an eye. Mo Wen, who found that lice were about to grow, found a pond in the park and washed up. He was a little lazy, but Mo Wen, who was still a normal person, had no intention of getting along with lice.

But this should have been a normal cleaning that caused Mo Wen to have a problem. For some reason, Mo Wen actually found a dragon-head tattoo as big as a thumb on his arm. Tattoo? Mo Wen dared to swear that he had never done these things before. Even if he had them, they were just some scars left after injuries. How could that extremely delicate dragon-head tattoo appear on him?

However..., it seems that the dragon head looks familiar in Mo Wen's eyes. After thinking carefully, Mo Wen then reacted. Doesn't it look like the copper turtle that hit him some time ago? In the past half month, he forgot all that thing, and it seems that he has never seen the shadow of the copper turtle again since that day?
Chapter completed!