"Qi Erlang!"
"Qi Erlang!"
The desperate shouting not only reached the ears of Yi Meng and the other five but also startled the pedestrians on the road.
Everyone turned towards the source of the sound and saw only a beggar standing in the corner, leaning against the wall, with one hand reaching out as if trying to grasp onto something.
The beggar was filthy all over, with a tattered cotton jacket from which stuffing protruded in various places, dark and grimy.
His hair was disheveled, and apart from his eyes, every other part of him was covered in dirt.
The beggar tried to step away from the wall, but his legs merely trembled and wouldn't lift.
Qi Erlang pointed at himself, instinctively asking, "Me?"
Although he was indeed called Qi Erlang, many families used numbers followed by "Lang" to distinguish among brothers.
The surname Qi wasn't particularly rare; it wasn't extremely common either, but there certainly were others with the same name.
"Qi Erlang, I, I'm Ji Hu!"
