Chapter 2777 The dilapidated town
The sun sets.
The golden afterglow shines on a dilapidated medieval town, giving this ancient town a light golden coat.
The town wall has long been mottled, and the stones are covered with moss and weeds, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.
The city gate was tightly closed and stained with rust, as if it would collapse in the wind at any time.
The two guards were so thin that they didn't even look at anyone passing by.
Lazy is the best way to describe them.
He even stopped trying to extort money.
One day to mess around.
The streets in the town are also narrow and winding.
Most of the houses on both sides were in dilapidated condition, the tiles on the roofs had long been broken, and the walls were full of cracks, as if they would collapse at any time.
The streets were dusty and full of filth, with piles of sun-hardened dung and garbage piles everywhere.
No one cleans, no one takes care of it.
If you put it in the countryside of Daming, it will definitely be the best compost.
In the Song Dynasty, "men carrying dung loaders would empty the toilets for other women every day. They didn't have any objections to the monks, but they just hated the lack of stuff in the toilets." There were often dung toilets on the roadsides, which were rented out to wealthy households in the countryside.
But even though dung piles were so important, in the big cities of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, hygiene became poor.
There are not many public toilets and people tend to defecate on the roadside.
It’s not that farmers don’t want those fertilizers, it’s just that there is no organization, and only a few dung heads can open toilets in the city.
But their power cannot cover the entire city.
And because the Ming and Qing dynasties were extremely restrictive and sensitive to personnel movement and organization, the dungsters could only do things on a small scale.
As a result, a strange phenomenon emerged: on the one hand, dung piles in the countryside can be sold at high prices, and rural households are scolded for picking up a pile of dung.
However, on the other hand, in big cities, there is excrement everywhere, people defecate and defecate randomly, and the hygiene is poor.
Even in The Red Mansion, Jia Baoyu was described as standing directly after walking over the rocks...
This is a serious waste of production materials caused by lack of organization and deliberate suppression by the government.
If we don't talk about feudal backwardness, the backwardness lies in "it is obviously a good thing, but they themselves don't let the people organize themselves to do it."
And so does this town.
Occasionally, there are a few thin dogs foraging on the dung piles and garbage dumps on the street corners. Their eyes are full of vigilance and uneasiness.
In the center of the town, an ancient church stands quietly.
The church's spire has collapsed, leaving only half of the wall. The murals on the wall have long been blurred.
The faintly visible statue of the Virgin shone faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
There is only one old priest in the church, who is dying, just like this town.
The bell tower has stopped ringing its bells long ago, and the bells no longer echo in the sky above this town.
Only the whining sound of the wind echoed through the empty streets.
The old priest leaned in the bell tower and basked in the sun.
He thought again of the prosperity before the monster came.
At that time, the town was a commercial thoroughfare.
The carriages of counts, viscounts, barons, and big businessmen often passed by here and rested here.
Here, you have to pay a lot of gold coins to be a priest.
The guards at the city gate also need to be backed by well-known figures to be able to serve as guards.
The city was busier back then, and certainly dirtier.
The dung piles were all fresh, unlike now, where they are all old.
Most of the residents in the towns are sallow and thin, and their clothes are in rags.
Exhaustion and despair were written on their faces.
They had nothing to do, gathering in twos and threes on the street corner, chatting in low voices, their eyes revealing confusion and helplessness about the future.
They don't know what to do.
I can only make ends meet by relying on my old business.
Blacksmithing, textiles, fur...
Only some ignorant children were still chasing and playing among the dilapidated houses.
Their laughter echoed in the empty streets, as if it was the only life in the town.
The old priest sighed after watching this scene and was about to go back to sleep. Then he saw five strangers coming to the city gate in the distance.
They were dressed strangely.
Wearing a thick cloak, a big hat, and tall boots.
His whole body was full of suspicion.
In the past, when such people appeared, the people in the town would come out and question them.
However, now, the two city gate guards ignored them. They just looked at them a few more times and let them enter the city gate casually.
The old priest didn't care.
This town is dying.
Everyone knows that the difference is just this year, next year, or the year after.
People who can afford it are moving away.
Those who are incompetent will wait here to die.
When the day comes when even farmers from the countryside stop coming here to sell things, then it will really be dead.
The old priest watched the five people come in, and their voices came from a distance.
"This place is so run-down. Will monsters come here?" A girl's voice came from among the five people.
"Don't talk too much. Wait until I get good information." Lin Feng ordered.
"Oh, I understand." The girl nodded, then looked at the ghost again.
The ghost, on the other hand, was expressionless.
In this way, everyone walked all the way to the center of the town.
There was a shabby tavern there.
It used to be a very popular entertainment place for town residents.
However, it has long since collapsed.
The door panels of the tavern have long since rotted and the paint on the doors has peeled off.
Only the four words "Happy Come Again" were vaguely visible, shining faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
There were shabby curtains hanging on the windows of the tavern, and through the gaps in the curtains, the scene inside the tavern could be seen.
At this moment, there are still some people inside.
The interior of the tavern is dark and crowded.
The air is filled with a strong smell of alcohol, tobacco, and various sour smells, making people think this place is like a slum.
Normal businesses would not be so patient.
Unless it is a port tavern that entertains those sailors, there will be no scruples.
Because only those sailors don't care, as long as the price is cheap enough and the wine is plentiful enough.
At this time, several old wooden tables were placed randomly, covered with wine bottles and glasses.
The dark yellow wine liquid in the wine glass shone under the light, and it was unknown what was mixed in it.
Five people pushed the door open, but the door suddenly fell off.
This made Warrior No. 1, who pushed the door, feel very dizzy.
"I didn't use any force."
"It doesn't matter, it should have been dropped long ago." Someone said in the tavern.
"Hahaha, it should have fallen off a long time ago, just like here." Someone else laughed.
Five people walked into the tavern.
They looked at the tavern and saw seven or eight drunk men lying on the table in the corner of the tavern, sleeping soundly.
There is also a lone man in a black cloak in the corner, and there are several homeless people next to him.
These people were doing nothing but drinking.
You know it's just dusk now.
Those drunkards' faces were full of alcohol and there was drool hanging from the corners of their mouths.
The tavern owner is a short, fat Western man.
His withered face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes revealed a hint of cunning, a hint of exhaustion, and a hint of despair.
He was lazily pouring drinks for customers.
His movements were skillful and swift, as if he had been accustomed to all this. Just say every time you pour wine: "This cup contains 20 grams of copper!"
The drunkards just waved him off.
The tavern owner then left.
His voice was hoarse and low, as if he was sighing at the dilapidation of the town.
Lin Feng walked to the counter and found the boss.
He threw several large silver coins out of his hand.
Hope suddenly appeared in the boss's eyes, and he quickly picked up the silver coins.
"Hello, dear kind gentleman, is there anything I can do to help?"
"Is there anything strange happening here?" Lin Feng said.
The boss thought for a while and said: "If there is something strange, it is what happened ten years ago."
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"At that time, a large group of rats ran out of the mayor's house. It was a lively market at that time, and a baron was buying goods at the market."
"Crazy and hungry rats attacked and ate half of the people in the market."
"Since then, this place has been known as an ominous place of demons."
"The town was ruined."
The five people looked at each other, and interest suddenly appeared in their eyes.
Before coming, Lin Feng used special means to determine that this world was the next one that the incense monsters would explore.
Now it seems that this may be true.
Because the people here are in despair, they need a kind of salvation.
Incense invasion is very easy to do at this time.
……
at the same time.
In a corner of the tavern, a few ragged homeless people were sitting together, talking in low voices.
Their eyes were full of vigilance and uneasiness, as if they were discussing something secret.
One of them suddenly stood up, his eyes swept across the tavern, and finally settled on a table in the corner.
Sitting on that table was another mysterious man wearing a black cloak.
The mysterious man didn't make any move after the five people came in, and was still drinking slowly.
He wore a silver mask on his face, covering his face and only revealing a pair of deep eyes.
There was a hint of indifference and mystery in his eyes, as if he was observing everything in the tavern.
Those poor homeless people finally had the courage to walk towards the mysterious man.
The five people's eyes immediately turned around.
In fact, they paid attention to these people from the beginning, but they didn't alert them.
When the homeless man approached the mysterious man, the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.
Those drunkards even sobered up.
Their eyes were all focused on the mysterious man.
I saw the mysterious man looking at the homeless people.
He seemed to want to find something from the other person.
His body leaned forward slightly, and his hands were crossed on the table. His fingers were long and pale, as if to hint at his identity and strength.
"Hello, sir, we came here after being inspired by God." One of the homeless people said.
His words were vague and unclear. If Lin Feng hadn't been so powerful, he wouldn't have been able to hear them clearly.
"Haha, tell me, what do you want?" the mysterious man said calmly.
"We want to... kill you!" Among the homeless people, one suddenly pulled out a dirty tetanus blade and stabbed the mysterious man fiercely.
Under the surprised look in the mysterious man's eyes, the knife pierced his body.
"Kill you, kill you!"
"You devil!"
"It was you who released those demonic rats! They ate my daughter, my father, my mother, and my whole family!" the tramp said viciously.
Everyone was stunned.
Only the tavern owner was not surprised by this.
He even expertly ducked behind the counter.
Everyone else in the tavern was frightened by what happened to the mysterious man.
They all hid in the corner, whispering, and guessing who he was.
Why did the homeless man kill him?
Is the other party really a devil?
"It's such an ignorant place." Although the mysterious man was stabbed many times.
But not a drop of blood was shed on him.
The mysterious man just stretched out his hand and pushed, and the homeless man was pushed to the ground.
The mysterious man's gaze did not look at him, but fell on the tavern owner.
He stood up slowly and walked towards the tavern owner.
The pace is steady and powerful.
"Boss, you just told those people what happened in this town."
"But there should be more secrets hidden behind this matter, can you tell me?"
The tavern owner stood up from behind the counter.
His face changed slightly, and a trace of vigilance and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.
Yes, the appearance of the mouse naturally has a secret.
He immediately knew that the mysterious man had bad intentions.
But he also knew that he could not reveal the secrets of this town easily.
The tavern owner smiled slightly and tried to resolve the tense atmosphere with humor.
"Sir, there are no secrets in our town anymore."
"The mice have run away, and so have the rich. There are only poor people who are ruined and desperate."
"Haha, tell me who the mayor is and what does he do?"
As he spoke, the mysterious man pulled out the knife from his body and inserted it on the counter.
The boss was stunned for a moment, and then quickly said:
"Well, actually the mayor's family is a cannibal."
"Every year, his family buys slaves from the merchants who come and go."
"Those slaves often didn't survive a winter."
"There is actually a deep hole in his house."
"He stored those slaves in caves and went down regularly to enjoy them."
"The remaining meat of the slaves was used to feed rats, so that the rats would eat them up."
After hearing this, the people in the tavern had no reaction.
They are numb, like listening to stories, rumors, and jokes from a distant place.
"Until one day, the mayor died unexpectedly, and his son, who was studying outside, came back and became the mayor."
"The son didn't know about this at home, so no one fed the slaves."
"The slaves starved to death, and then the rats came out in a frenzy."
"They are used to eating humans, so they use the market as a restaurant."
After hearing what the boss said, the mysterious man shook his head pitifully.
"A ridiculous place, you need the salvation of the gods."
"There is a Bodhisattva here, take it and worship it, and this kind of thing will never happen again."
As he spoke, he picked up a wooden sculpture, which was a spider wooden sculpture.
The boss looked over, and then his eyes couldn't be separated.
There was fanaticism in his eyes.
"This, can this thing expel demons?"
"Yes, where it is, the devil will not exist."
Nonsense, this is the biggest evil.
It's like there are no wolves where the tiger is.
(End of chapter)