Chapter 337: Beggar

The beggar, both legs cut off at the knees.

Wearing a pair of shorts, his amputated limbs were exposed, which just by looking, could evoke a sense of pity and forbearance.

Beneath him was a thick wooden board equipped with a few small wheels.

In one hand, he held a bowl-sized porcelain pot.

With the other hand bracing against the ground, he used the board to slowly slide and move forward.

He wore a filthy vest, its original color indiscernible, with much of his upper body exposed.

A thick layer of grime could not conceal the fierce scars across his chest and back.

Although the beggar was unkempt and dirty, upon closer observation, one could still discern that he wasn't very old.

Whenever someone passed by him, the beggar would lift the porcelain pot and then open his mouth, making a series of moaning sounds.

Those unaware might think he was mute.

But if one paid close attention, they would realize that he was not born mute.