Adding a new child to the family is a good thing in folklore, meaning: another child is born in the family.

If a boy is born, he is called Tian Ding, and if a girl is born, she is called Tian Kou.

In the art of martial arts, there is another saying: adding a nail to the head is a sign of beheading.

Legend has it that in ancient times, an official was beheaded in public. However, the man was born bald and could not tie his hair to the pole, so the executioner drove a nail into his scalp.

The official's name was "Tian Yi Ding", which is also a homophone of "Tian Yidian", which was a taboo in the art world.

Sometimes, practitioners in the art will cast a curse and stick a needle into the head of the cursed puppet, which represents a nail, which means to curse him to behead him in public.

The policeman is afraid of putting nails in his head?

I shouted sharply: "Tim!"

Nie Xiaochun didn't waste any time. He took out the coffin nails from his backpack and nailed the agent to the wall against his scalp.

The policeman paused for a moment, like a deflated rubber ball, his eyes drooped and he stopped talking.

When Nie Xiaochun went to nail the big head, the latter chuckled and said, "You nail it! You nail it as you like. Anyway, I'm like this and I'm not afraid of your methods. If you can't kill the people here, you're wasting your efforts."

"Shut his mouth!" I pulled out the dagger and waved it in front of the three people.

"Can you regenerate limbs?"

"There are three of you now. Together, you can only make one complete person."

"Whoever tells me the truth, I will remove the parts from those who don't speak and put them back on."

"On the other hand, anyone who is dishonest can only become like that big guy."

"No, it's even worse than him. I won't even leave him an eye in the end."

"Do you understand?"

The beggar and the policeman quickly agreed, and although their mouths were gagged, they were also whining in agreement.

"Very good!" I said solemnly: "Who can tell me why you want to trade your body? Whoever speaks out first will have the final say. Those who don't get it will be left for another time."

"I said!" The beggar was the first to snatch the words away.

"Those of us who come to the Great Dreamland are actually sorcerers. Take me for example, I was born in a beggar gang."

I didn't wait for the other person to finish speaking, so I cut off one of the other person's ears with a knife and threw it on the table: "I'm asking you questions, not listening to you make up stories for me."

"Is there a gang of beggars on the art path?"

In the art world, there are indeed sorcerers who pretend to be beggars to do business, but they are not called the Beggar Clan, but the Dirty Clothes Sect.

The secret techniques of the dirty clothes sect are all-encompassing, but they are not elegant and belong to the bottom of the art. Their clothes are not fixed, and there is no situation in novels and movies where the number of patches on the clothes is used to determine the status.

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Because the dirty clothes sect must conceal their identity.

Of course, there are also many strange people who see through the mortal world and play with the world, just like beggars wandering the streets. If you look at the clothes of those people carefully, you can tell whether they are wearing Taoist robes, monk clothes, or Confucian clothes.

Only such people are true masters.

As for the beggar gang in the martial arts world, it is just a sect created by novels and movies.

In ancient times, if you added up all the beggars in the country and taught them martial arts, it would be enough to rebel. The court would not allow such gangs to appear.

The Beggar Gang has indeed existed since ancient times, but it is only a small-scale group in a certain area. It is not said to be the largest gang in the world like in the novel, and there is no inheritance of martial arts.

Moreover, the things the beggar gang did before the founding of the People's Republic of China were not as chivalrous and righteous as in the novels.

A beggar is obviously trying to fool me when he talks about beggars.

I pointed the knife at Datou's eyes: "Say!"

Datou said: "We are indeed all warlocks. We came to Big Dreamland just to exchange what we want with the owner of Big Dreamland."

"Who knew that when we got here, we would look like neither humans nor ghosts."

"The village chief of Dreamland told us that if we want to see the owner of this place, we have to get enough money to meet him, and then exchange with him what we want."

"If we don't have money, we can exchange it with our own bodies."

"When we have enough money, we can exchange for other people's bodies. At that time, we will become magicians."

I pondered for a moment, then picked up the ear from the table and put it on Big Tou's head: "Then let me ask you, what do you usually do to make money?"

"Fuck..." Datou hesitated for a moment, then I turned to the policeman: "Say it!"

The policeman said quickly: "Those who are capable can make money through secret techniques, and those who are in good health can make money through mining. We can only rely on trickery and abduction."

"Newcomers like you will become our targets as soon as they come here."

"Just like how we lied to you just now, when we encounter newcomers that we can't deal with, we will go to the real big guys and give them more than half of the profits, or simply give them all."

Datou couldn't help crying when he heard this: "Actually, we are also victims! I was deceived as soon as I came in, and I was deceived until I was left with only one head."

"I have been hiding in the garbage dump for these years, and I haven't sold my head yet."
Chapter completed!