Clothes are well worn, not smelly and clean, which is enough to make the vast majority of people make a choice.

But from a rational point of view, he can only choose the homeless man.

First of all, the body was not discovered, and there will be no riots after the body is taken over and resurrected.

Secondly, a homeless man will not be very familiar with others and will not easily cause trouble.

If he chose that servant, how did he know how he was beaten to death?

After being resurrected, I am afraid that the two servants who dug the pit would have to beat him to death.

The zombie! If they have enough courage.

Zhou Mingyue manipulated the soul-dividing body and rushed towards the tramp's corpse.

The next moment, his eyes became dark and his mouth and nose were blocked, making him feel extremely suffocated. The most serious thing was that his body felt numb and could not move!

What kind of corpse is this? I won’t be drowned again after taking over the body, right?

Zhou Mingyue was unwilling to let the soul body he had worked hard to separate was drifted. He felt anxious and supported the ground with both hands, and his whole body rolled up, and then he hit the wall opposite the gutter and stopped.

While he still had some strength, Zhou Mingyue turned over and vomited, and he didn't know what he had vomited.

The smell of nostrils is full of bad fishy smell.

He felt that he might have spit out all the bile, but he couldn't see clearly, and the mud covered his eyes.

After vomiting for a while, he stopped just after he stopped, but just after he stopped, the nauseous smell of the spit mixed with the mud in the gutter made him retching again.

Fortunately, at this moment, a male voice rang: "I'm going to kill you, Mister, what did you vomit on my wall?!!"

Then the owner of the voice left, and not long after, the voice came back, and then Zhou Mingyue felt a basin of water pouring on his head.

Well, in fact, it should be someone who is washing his walls, but Zhou Mingyue's head is leaning against it, so he washes it together.

After several basins of water in succession, the walls were roughly clean. Zhou Mingyue rubbed his eyes while the water was pouring. Although his eyes were still a little tingling, he could see clearly.

The man who poured water on him was relatively short and wore a shabby shirt, but was relatively clean. He should be considered a middle- and lower-class net worth in the town.

After all, when he was over this town, he had seen a lot of the situation in this town.

The richest house alone covers an area of ​​more than 30 acres!

If placed in a modern city, it will be the foundation of at least two office buildings!

The poorest one is the homeless, so there is no need to question this.

The above point is the man in front of him, with a small house and no new clothes. He either helps the landlord farm, or works as a guy in various stores in the town, etc. He always has a way out, which is much better than a guy like the homeless man Mister who has had a meal but has no meal.

The key is that they have a house, although it is a little smaller.

Well, no matter where you are, having a house is one level higher than not having a house.

Recalling the situation where he had no house or car before traveling through time, and was looked down upon by his girlfriend, Zhou Mingyue felt sad.

But in a flash, the remaining memories in the homeless man's body began to pour into his mind, making him stunned.

There is no way. Although the remaining memories of this homeless man are much less than those of the god Flor, it is not less for the division of the soul body.

This memory flush can easily cause him to be unable to control his body.

Seeing Zhou Mingyue stunned, the short man sighed, shook his head, turned around and went back to the house. After a while, he took out two foods that were somewhat similar to steamed buns from the house and handed them to Zhou Mingyue: "Please take it, find a job in the future, don't be idle all day. I heard that the Mesters are going to fight over, and the leader is going to recruit soldiers. The first wave is you homeless people."

Zhou Mingyue took the steamed bun a little foolishly, but the short man didn't continue to say anything, turned around and went back to the house and closed the door.

Well, they have already done their best.

After all, facing a lazy homeless man who is willing to take out food is already considered kind-hearted, and people have given advice.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Mingyue came to his senses from the erosion of the remaining memories, and then he felt that his stomach was as empty as wild and he was extremely hungry after vomiting. Although the two steamed buns on his hands were already cold, they were so tempting.

Unable to hold it back, he immediately sipped one of his mouth and quickly stuffed all the steamed buns into his stomach.

After looking at the place where he vomited before, Zhou Mingyue was a little vomiting again, so he dared not stay here. Then he walked a long way, changed his seat, and sat down against the wall.

Two steamed buns are not enough to fill the empty stomach, but at least they won't make him feel uncomfortable.

Then he began to sort out the remaining memories he had absorbed.

It is not as simple as Zhou Mingyue saw. He had been out for many years, fought wars, and then did business everywhere. He was well-informed in this small town, but some things happened, and his family property was exhausted and he had to return to his hometown, and eventually became a homeless man.

The name of the homeless man is Kirbys.

In Kirbys' memory, this world is a weird body that mixes some technological civilizations and some magic civilizations.

The army in this world uses a grenade gun that Zhou Mingyue thinks is very backward, without artillery, and without missiles.

However, because the confringe gun is engraved with some magic inscriptions, its power is much greater than that of the confringe guns that have appeared on Earth.

The cowlin gun used by Kirbys can only be considered inferior products, but the range of such inferior products has reached more than one hundred meters!

Well, the political system of this world is better like a city-state system. There are eight cities in total, each city is not affiliated with each other. The supreme ruler of the city is called the chief, and under the city are towns of different sizes.

Match rope guns and many industrial products can only be produced in cities.

Those towns basically provide cities with primary substances such as raw materials, grain, etc.

Therefore, the main contradiction between cities is to compete for these towns to strengthen their own strength.

If there is a comparison, in Zhou Mingyue's eyes, the level of civilization at this time is similar to the late Age of Discovery on Earth.

The prototype of industry has emerged. There are a large number of skilled craftsmen in the city who can use metal to make some daily necessities, and the mining industry is relatively developed.

Of course, Zhou Mingyue sorted out Kirbys's remaining memories and found that the highest crystallization of technology in this world was the combs. In addition, those exquisitely made metal kettles and various daily necessities were secondary products.
Chapter completed!