The boy whose wrist bone was pinched by the cloud paper suddenly let out an earth-shaking howl, “Ah! ! ! ! Ah Ah Ah! My hand! My...”
“Ka-cha-ka-cha-”
Accompanied by the boy’s scream was the sound of his wrist bones breaking one after another.
Ximen vegetable market was the most dilapidated vegetable market in the slums. It was more like a large group of old ladies or grandpas selling vegetables on the ground.
There wasn’t even a place in the vegetable market where vegetables could be sold.
They just spread out their cloth on the ground, placed all kinds of vegetables on the ground, and started selling vegetables in a simple manner.
Of course, there was no shortage of people in the slums. There were too many monks and too few congee. There were too many people and very few residences. Each family was at most given a room.
Although Ximen vegetable market was dilapidated, it was full of people.
