Qin Shaofeng did not waste words. He directly took out some food and handed it to the old beggar.
The old beggar had clearly been hungry for far too long.
This place had not been ravaged by the Ghost Corpse Slaves for very long, but several days had already passed.
Although the old beggar had survived by remaining utterly still, he had gone days without food. Not starving to death outright was already a blessing beyond measure.
Qin Shaofeng took out two large plates of meat dishes and several big white steamed buns.
In just a few blinks, he had devoured everything clean.
When they looked at the plates again, not even a trace of grease remained.
"Is there... is there any more?"
Having finally regained some strength, the old beggar pleaded again.
It was indeed unwise for an ordinary person to gorge themselves after starving for days, but such rules did not apply to beggars.
They were people who often went hungry to begin with.
Qin Shaofeng had never heard him beg for his life, and could not help asking curiously, "Old sir, does our appearance mean nothing more to you than food?"
"Of course it is not merely food."
After eating, the old beggar had recovered considerably.
Having wandered the streets for who knew how many years, he understood the ways of the world exceedingly well.
Qin Shaofeng could not possibly have given him food for nothing.
After all, people who helped others for no reason were few and far between.
Such people were even rarer in a martial world where strength was revered above all else.
After all, no one knew what kind of grudges and entanglements might lie behind someone they had saved out of kindness.
Ever since his enemies had broken both his legs, he