Taking a step forward, the scene in front of Lin Qian suddenly changed, as if clouds and mist brushed past, like water waves cleansing the body. In a moment of dizziness, his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness.
After a long while, Lin Qian suddenly smelled a pungent sour stench, making him nauseous.
With a sudden flip, Lin Qian sat up quickly, hurriedly surveying his surroundings, only to find himself in a grass hut.
In this grass hut, not only was he not alone, but many others were also lying there sleeping.
By the light, he noticed that these people were unkempt, in ragged clothes, exuding a foul odor—clearly beggars one by one.
Lin Qian involuntarily lowered his head, looked at himself, and found that he was dressed the same way.
He had become a beggar.
