Romance of Gods

Chapter 139 Tramp I
After a period of deep sleep, Chen Yan woke up.

When he opened his eyes this time, his landlady, Maggie, was lying on the same pillow as him.

The two faced each other with their eyes wide open.

"Good morning Maggie."

Maggie smiled and said: "Hello, Mr. Chen."

"I have a question."

"please say."

"Where did my bedding go?"

Viewed from a height, the two of them were lying on the bare bed board, with lice jumping around.

"What a pity Mr. Chen."

Maggie turned over and sat up on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, her back to Chen Yan.

She took out a cigarette from her apron, lit it, took a deep breath, and skillfully blew out a smoke ring.

"You have been unemployed for two months. I am not a philanthropist. I just sold all your belongings, but I am still far from making up for the rent arrears.

But I'm not ready to kill them all... I don't plan to take the remaining money, but I want you to leave within 10 minutes, because the new residents will move in soon. "

After speaking, Maggie stood up and looked at him with some boredom. Under her apron was a turtleneck sweater that could cover her chin.

Chen Yan rubbed his head after hearing this. It seemed that today he had changed from a great pirate captain to a penniless unemployed person.

He glanced at his personal space and saw that the few remaining silver coins from "yesterday" and the violet musket had disappeared.

It's not surprising, after all, time has been reset. At this time, he has not yet encountered the crazy Zhang Bulu and the people from the chimney gathering.

Just as he was thinking about it, several reminders appeared in front of his eyes.

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Location: First level of heaven—Zhushan Dharma Hall Heaven—1643·London, England
[Congratulations, actor Chen Yan, you performed extremely well in the first night of battle]

[Your current points are 12, ranking sixth; the current number of surviving actors is 560]

[But unfortunately, in the parliamentary trial that ended not long ago, you received an expulsion vote]

[Before the next battle night starts, if you fail to obtain the redemption coupon, you will be eliminated immediately]

Qizizhang·The personal events on the second day are as follows:

Day of Judgment: (Indulgence Event) Before midnight, kill at least three demons that fell into the abyss. Current progress: 0
Fight Night: After the arrival of the Kingdom of Thorns, protect your employer and get as many points as possible.

This story has officially begun. You are now a "tramp". The following is your identity background:
You were an excellent accountant in a department store, but as war broke out in London, the city fell into chaos and too many people developed the habit of buying things without paying.

Everyone knows what zero plus zero equals. Of course, you are unemployed and become a homeless person.

But obviously, compared to the office workers who work step by step, the homeless people at the bottom of the city obviously have access to more unknown secrets.

You can try asking around on the streets for information about demons.

"Mr. Chen, I advise you to stop dragging your feet. I heard that the new tenant is a killer, the kind who kills without blood. If you continue to stay here and he touches you, you will get into trouble."

"demon……"

Chen Yan had expected that he would be voted out, so he was not surprised.

He thought about today's events for a while, stood up and said goodbye: "Maggie, see you next time."

"I hope never to see you again."

There was no emotion in Maggie's voice, and she sent him downstairs like she was watching a thief.

When he saw his figure disappearing into the thick fog, he breathed a sigh of relief and then slammed the door shut.

……

Early morning, 08:30, south bank of Thames River, near the pub area.

"Asshole! Don't you have eyes? Dare to rob me? Get away!"

Following an angry roar, punches and kicks sounded one after another.

Several homeless people who had been robbed on the road were beaten up by the tall man and kept wailing.

A homeless man squatting on the street corner sighed helplessly when he saw this, got up and walked away.

He turned left and right in the alley, and finally came to a cart selling fried goods.

The man with deep-set eyes took the French fries from the vendor and ate them in large quantities, his mouth full of oil.

Suddenly, he said: "Li, I'm afraid you are the only one in London who hears this depressing footsteps! How are things going?"

After saying that, he turned back and looked at the homeless man with a huge black mark on his chin.

Li smiled bitterly and said: "Brother White, you are simply making things difficult for me. I have tried every means, but I can't get two gold coins... Having said that, if I can get so much money, I won't be a tramp." .”

"Trash!" The man named White grinded his teeth hard and vented all his anger on the French fries. "If we don't have money, we can't buy guns. Without guns, we can't deal with those devils... Don't you want those treasures?" ?"

As he spoke, White lowered his voice, threatening with temptation.

Li looked indifferent and shrugged, "White, if you really want to cooperate with me, then show some sincerity and let a homeless man make money. This is too shameless."

White slammed the paper bag in his hand into his face and cursed: "You damn morons! Asking you for help is simply my precious time. I might as well go to Lakes Manor to blackmail that old woman!"

After venting his anger, he spat in Li's face again, turned around and walked away.

Li was unmoved. He picked up the dregs of French fries that fell on the ground and ate them. He burped hungry, wandered slowly, and turned into a dead end.

Seven or eight homeless people were making a fire with garbage. When they saw Li coming, they all said hello.

Li has been wandering on the streets of London for many years, and has somewhat developed some prestige among his peers.

The flames exuding warmth and burnt odor slowly rose, dispersing the dense fog.

He stretched and yawned, "I want to sleep for a while, don't let anyone disturb me."

"Don't worry, buddy."

Li nodded, walked to the end of the alley, and lay down facing the wall.At the same time, a tall man walked towards the alley.

……

Shortly after leaving the apartment, Chen Yan saw an open flame rising in a dead end not far away.

According to his analysis of his experience in making a living in London these days, if nothing else, it was homeless people making fires to keep warm.

After a day of pirate life, he summed up some experiences.

As long as you dig into the information given in the prompt, you should be able to get some useful clues.

The time during the day will jump like a convulsion, and completing church events without being eliminated is the top priority before him.

"So... hurry up."

Chen Yan muttered to himself and strode towards the alley.

Hearing the sound of crisp footsteps approaching, the homeless people who were rubbing their hands and warming themselves by the fire panicked and turned around.

It seemed that the man was only wearing a thin linen shirt, and he still had an exotic face, and his expression suddenly became greedy.

"Excuse me……"

"Hand over all the money and clothes you have!"

Before Chen Yan could put on a smile, the homeless people took the lead in attacking.

Seven or eight dirty faces with snot hanging from their noses suddenly came over.

They took out knives made from scrap iron from their pockets and formed a circle around Chen Yan.

Chen Yan laughed at himself, saying it was too difficult to be a polite person.

"Show him some color!"

Before he finished speaking, veins popped up on the back of a white-haired man's hand. He sneered and stabbed Chen Yan in the face with the knife in his hand.

When the tip of the knife was about to touch his nose, Chen Yan's body easily dodged outwards. The opponent's legs couldn't close enough and he rushed forward.

Chen Yan grabbed his knife-holding wrist and pulled him in front of him. He raised his other elbow and aimed it at his throat.

"No!"

The man was extremely frightened, and the others were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly struck, stabbing him with knives from all directions.

Click!

The white-haired homeless man's throat shattered at the sound. Chen Yan grabbed his neck with his backhand and lifted him high into the air at will.

"If you don't want to die, come on."

Facing his cold look around, the wanderers froze for a moment, looked at each other, and then slowly backed away.

The sound of fighting behind him pulled Li out of his sleep.

I accidentally looked back and saw the body of the white-haired man being lifted up with one hand.

Cold sweat instantly ran down his body. He turned around tremblingly, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead.

Seeing that no one dared to move, Chen Yan threw the body far away and said with a smile: "Now, can I say 'Excuse me'?"

Seeing Chen Yan's great strength, the dead man weighing more than a hundred kilograms was like a child's toy in his hands, and everyone completely lost the courage to fight with him.

"I'm really... I'm really sorry. We didn't mean to offend you..."

"Stop talking nonsense and let me ask you something."

Chen Yan interrupted casually, came forward and sat cross-legged by the fire, gesturing for them to sit down with his eyes.

Everyone hesitated for a few seconds, not daring to disobey, and gathered around him.

Someone took out half a cigarette that had been treasured for a long time and handed it to him, flattering him.

"Dude, do you want to know something? Just ask, there's nothing we don't know about the streets of London."

Chen Yan put the cigarette behind his ear and said in a deep voice: "How much do you know about the abyss?"

Everyone exchanged glances quickly, with questions on their faces, "Abyss? What do you mean?"

Chen Yan didn't give in, "I want to know about the devil...a real devil."

demon!

Li, who was pretending to be dead, opened his eyes when he heard these two words.

"Why are you looking for demons? Those are legendary monsters."

"If I said I was a demon hunter, would you believe me?"

"Believe it! Of course I believe it!"

Everyone laughed.

Demon Hunter... Li Xinnian quickly turned around, and the scene of Chen Yan lifting the white-haired man kept flashing in his mind.

Not long after, his mouth went dry and he thought to himself: "If this weirdo helps, maybe we can get those treasures!"

Seeing the joking expressions on everyone's faces, Chen Yan knew that he couldn't get anything out of their mouths.

Not planning to waste any more time, he was about to leave when someone behind him spoke.

"Sir! I know about demons, and I know where they are in London!"

Chen Yan felt like he had heard this voice somewhere, and his heart moved.

When he turned around, the first thing that caught his eyes was a mole the size of a fist.

It's him!

[Li·46 years old·Tramp]

At the same time, unusually clear gunshots rang out in the distance, adding a sense of solemnity to the cold morning.

(End of this chapter)