Chapter 531: What Should I Do!?

Su Xing had money, plenty of money.

Not to mention that he could just turn around on the road, and the money of passersby could be his money. Just the gold worth millions in his personal space could be said to be hard currency in most eras and civilizations.

Su Xing took the little beggar forward. He didn't take the money of passersby. It wasn't that his moral cleanliness had flared up or anything, but that he was full of killing intent now. If he really went to steal the money of passersby, then the road would be full of broken corpses.

As they walked, Su Xing suddenly said, "The words on that sign are, 'Yellow-skinned and black-skinned and dogs, not allowed to enter'."

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, his eyeballs turned, but he didn't speak. Obviously, he didn't seem to understand the meaning of these words.

Su Xing paused slightly, "Cognition of the era..."

The little beggar said unconvinced, "What cognition of the era, you are so strange, and what you say is inexplicable. Doesn't the meaning of these words refer to the poor and the family slaves not allowed to enter? It's just written so blatantly, and the shopkeeper is not afraid of being poked in the spine? The government here doesn't care, it's really a barbarian place, not knowing etiquette, not knowing education."

Su Xing shook his head slightly again.

This was what he called the cognition of the era.

Of course, perhaps it was not just the era, but also the difference in the world.

The meaning of these words understood by the little beggar was completely different from the meaning understood by Su Xing, and even completely unrelated to wealth or status, but to racial and civilizational discrimination, oppression, slaughter... etc.

In the Gaia Earth where Su Xing was, in the early 20th century, his race and his civilization suffered unimaginable pain and suffering. Although they walked through it, the memory of that past suffering was deeply engraved in the blood of this race and this civilization. Although Su Xing was born a hundred years away from those years, from his parents' generation, from his education, he still felt the kind of unspeakable pain.

XX and dogs not allowed to enter.

This sentence already meant a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to Su Xing.

Su Xing shook his head, shook his head again, shook his head for the third time, making the little beggar stare wide-eyed. Then he stood still, turned to the little beggar and said seriously, "No, I can't help it anymore!"

The little beggar was startled, the whole person retreated ten meters away, and at the same time hugged his chest with both hands and shouted, "What are you saying, you person!? In broad daylight! I tell you, my daddy..."

"Once there was a civilization, once there was a nation..."

Su Xing had a little bloodshot in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Since Pangu opened the world, and Nuwa created humans, it has gone through the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, from the Xia, Shang, and Zhou, Xia, Shang, and Zhou, Qin, Han, and Wei... By the way, which emperor is your hometown?"

When the little beggar heard this, how could he not know that he had misunderstood?

His face turned slightly red, "Zhao Song Emperor..."

"It's Zhao Song again? I have to kill again?"

Su Xing cursed twice. The little beggar was even more confused, and Su Xing didn't care. He continued to say with the appearance of a twelve or thirteen-year-old little boy and his dead-eyed eyes, "No wonder, no wonder, this side has already reached the technological level of the 18th or 19th century, and that side is still in the Song Dynasty, so isn't this a direct crushing? And there are black skins, obviously the Age of Discovery started I don't know how long ago, so no wonder yellow skins and black skins are not allowed to enter..."

The little beggar opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Su Xing didn't give him a chance at all, just continued to say to himself, "In short, such a civilization of five thousand years, you tell me, is this civilization great or not? Is it glorious or not!?"

The little beggar was originally from a family of learning, and he was also extremely intelligent. He didn't dare to say he was learned, but he knew these historical common sense. At this moment, he knew what civilization Su Xing was talking about... It was the Huaxia civilization he was born in, the descendants of Yan and Huang!

Even if it was him, hearing these words, his blood was boiling, and he recognized it loudly, "Descendants of Yan and Huang, Huaxia nobility, are descendants of gods, the Central Kingdom, how can it not be great? How can it not be glorious!?"

Su Xing nodded appreciatively to the little beggar, and at the same time said, "However, suddenly barbarians came from the sea, came from outside the center. They relied on strong ships and sharp guns to slaughter my people, occupy my land, burn my ancestral temples, destroy my culture. They called themselves superior people, and they pointed to their white skin and said, this is the performance of nobility and superior bloodline. And we!"

Wu Pifu bared his arm, pointed at his own skin, and roared: "They say our yellow skin means we are inferior people, that we have base bloodlines. They say we must kneel to listen to their words because they brought 'civilization.' From then on, they set up a plaque in every place they occupied, and on the plaque, it said: 'Yellow skins and dogs not allowed!' You tell me, what should I do!?"

"Kill!"

The little beggar was originally a character who was not afraid of heaven or earth, and feared that the world would not be chaotic. And he also had patriotic feelings, and was proud of his civilization and bloodline. At this time, he was naturally roaring, but his roar carried a little crispness, and when the sound was loud, he couldn't hold it back.

"Good!"

Su Xing looked into the little beggar's eyes, "Just now, what was written on that word sign meant this. It's not that the poor and servants are not allowed to enter, but that yellow skins like you and me, and black skins enslaved by them are not allowed to enter! Understand? You were not suddenly leaving your hometown, you were plundered here by these barbarians. This is called selling piglets, sold here to work for them, treated like slaves, understand!?"

The little beggar was shocked. He keenly felt that what Su Xing said was very different from his experience, because he suddenly appeared here after seeing a comet sweeping the ground, which was almost like a ghost or monster. But what the boy in front of him said was another matter, a plunder of the Huaxia civilization and race by these barbarians. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But Su Xing still didn't give him a chance, just continued to say loudly, "Since you are here, don't be afraid. With me here, I will protect your safety. It's agreed to take you to eat something good, then we will eat the best thing in this place! If not..."

Since then, although Su Xing had the appearance of a twelve or thirteen-year-old dead-eyed little boy, his words were powerful, and the meaning was even

Wu Pifu paused for a moment, then laughed heartily: "Good, good, good. We won't eat bad things; we must eat the best. We will sit in the most luxurious place here, eating the most precious things they have made. If not..."

From just now until now, although Wu Pifu was wearing the appearance of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy with dead-fish eyes, his words were resonant and powerful, and the meaning behind them was filled with heroic spirit. For a moment, the little beggar’s eyes sparkled, and he repeatedly scrutinized this little brat.

Before the words had even fully faded, several men in tall hats, looking like patrolmen, came running over while blowing whistles. Before they even got close, they picked up things resembling police batons and prepared to strike the little beggar and Wu Pifu.

The little beggar was startled and was just about to dodge when his vision blurred. One patrolman exploded directly, turning into a sky full of minced meat. Directly opposite him, Wu Pifu had simply thrown a straight punch. Not only was one person beaten into minced meat, but the force of the punch erupted, and the remaining patrolmen immediately had their hands and legs broken, rolling all over the ground. This punch even cracked the ground, with the impact reaching ten meters away.

The little beggar’s mouth hung wide open. If he wanted to use profanity to express his shock, he would certainly need to say "f*ck" one hundred times in a single second.

Unlike others, although the little beggar’s own Wu Gong was not successful and he could not even be considered a third-rate expert, his father was a supreme master of the age, known as one of the Five Greats of the world. Therefore, his experience was extraordinary, and he naturally knew what the situation was like for the world's top experts.

He had originally thought Wu Pifu was the child of some famous family who had practiced Wu Gong since childhood and had talent, so it was possible for his Wu Gong to be much better than his own. But after this punch was thrown, he knew he was wrong—dead wrong. This wasn't just "much better" than him; it was much better than his father.

A single punch, with an impact reaching ten meters away, and even cracking the solid stone of the ground—this was simply close to the stuff of gods and ghosts, something never heard of in the world!

After the punch, Wu Pifu did not hold back anymore. He stepped forward, threw a few palms, and beat the wailing patrolmen on the ground into pulp. Then, he turned his head and said to the little beggar: "Little beggar, don't be afraid. With me here, I will surely keep you safe. Let's go, we're going to settle the score!"

The little beggar was already so scared that his whole body had stiffened. He desperately wanted to tell Wu Pifu that he wasn't afraid of those patrolmen; he was afraid of Wu Pifu himself!

But at this moment, Wu Pifu only thought the little beggar was a piglet who had been sold. Seeing him stiffen with fear, he felt even more pity. He walked over, tucked him under his arm, tucked the big dog Daphne under his other arm, and stamped his foot. His whole body shot up a hundred meters into the air, and he stepped directly through the empty air. Every step he took created a sonic boom shockwave ripple, and he darted rapidly toward the front of the luxurious hotel from before.

The little beggar was already so shocked that he had no idea what he should be shocked about anymore.

Lightness skill? He knew that!

Powerful lightness skill? He was familiar with that!

But he had never imagined that someone could leap a hundred meters high and then walk forward by stepping on the air in the high sky!?

This isn't Wu Gong at all; this is divine magic, okay!?

Within a few seconds, Wu Pifu landed in front of the hotel. The two doormen were still a bit dazed, unable to understand why someone could descend from the sky. Immediately after, their vision went black, and they knew nothing more.

The entire hotel entrance exploded violently. The gentlemen and ladies inside the hotel were still stunned, just foolishly turning their heads to look at the entrance, only to see two lumps of unrecognizable flesh slam into the wall. The entire entrance was a mess. From the collapsed doorway, a twelve or thirteen-year-old yellow-skinned boy with dead-fish eyes walked in, tucking a suspected black-skinned little beggar under his arm.

"Congratulations to everyone for becoming lucky contestants for a quick-fire question."

After entering the hotel, Wu Pifu spoke directly, then he grinned, revealing his stark white teeth, and said: "The first person to answer correctly can win a grand prize. The prize is..."

"Your life."