Chapter 162 The first drop of blood!
Ring City, outer city area.
The layout of this city is traditional fantasy city planning, which is different from the customs and customs of the Dorne region. The ringed city is a huge city with a black spire in the center and a ring on all sides. The urban planning here is not that modern. It is expanded layer by layer, so it is usually divided into inner city and outer city. The innermost layer is the residence of the nobles, mainly townhouses, and the city hall is also located next to it. There are green lawns, well-tended gardens, as well as manors and villas equipped with various luxury goods, exquisite statues and ornate Fountains adorn the streets or private courtyards.
Outward is Elf Street, with high-end shops, parks, arenas, opera houses and other buildings nearby.
The layout planning of the ringed city is very interesting. You can tell from the naming of the streets. Many of the streets here are named after races. From the inside to the outside, they are the Elf Street, the Dwarf Avenue, and the Halfling Street. Wait, the urban planning from inside to outside is the college area, garrison area, guild area, market area, cavalry area, red light district, shantytown and so on.
Various buildings are clearly located, dividing the entire city into unbreakable class barriers.
In the ring city, the slum area covers the largest area. This should be the largest slum in the entire Dagon region. Hundreds of thousands of people live in low shacks. The poorest people living here are basically the poorest. Many people cannot even afford to rent a small room in a cheap hotel. They huddle in dilapidated buildings, build small shacks in overcrowded small spaces, and struggle to live. Live every day.
The residents here are in ragged clothes and have sallow complexions. The streets are in disrepair and the sewers (strictly speaking, drainage channels) have been completely blocked by filth. The entire city is filled with a disgusting stench, even the stench of rotten flesh. , but it seems that they have long been used to it.
Because there are many half-year-old children rummaging through the garbage dump for food and other useful daily necessities.
"Sir, do you need service?" A timid girl's voice sounded.
Xiao En's avatar walked around this filthy city. He disguised himself as a small businessman and wore dusty robes. He didn't look like a rich man, but he was much better than the poor people who were half-clothed. In the alley opposite was a little girl of about sixteen years old. Her shabby long dress was stained with filth, as if it hadn't been washed for a long time. Her hair was also dirty, and some traces of youthful beauty could be seen on her face. She timidly said Staring at Xiao En, he hesitated for a moment, looked left and right, and got closer little by little.
The young girl said cautiously: "As long as 5 Seth. I can serve you, sir."
5 Seth.
You can only buy a burrito with meat in Dorne, but here you can let a young girl sell her body.
Xiao En lowered his head and looked down at the timid and dirty girl in front of him. He was not the Virgin, but the sights he saw along the way really made him feel unbearable. The first big city he went to was Dorne. For a long time, he had thought that even if other places were not as good as Dorne, they wouldn't be too far behind. But now he has completely overthrown all of this.
This place is more like hell than Abyss City. At least Abyss City can have enough to eat.
The city gate area around the city still looked a little like the human world, but in the slums built in this garbage dump, Xiao En really saw countless numb walking corpses.
He reached out and took out a 1 dinar note and handed it to the little girl in front of him.
A hint of surprise appeared in the girl's eyes. She turned around carefully, entered the alley after turning around, lifted up her skirt and said: "Sir, I can serve you twice."
"Sir? ”
When she turned back, there was no one behind her.
Outside the slum is a large garbage mountain. There are many young children playing in the garbage. Many of them don't even have a single piece of clothing on them. They are covered in filth and keep company with flies and maggots. If you give them a little money or food, you will soon be surrounded by them, with pairs of hungry and expectant eyes looking at you.
Further outside is the cavalry area and warehouse area.
The caravans who arrived in the city stored their mules and horses here. The streets were full of livestock dung. In the raised dust, you could see the numb and stiff expressions of coolies on both sides of the road. The goods that were transported would It is unloaded here and then sent to the warehouse area for transfer to the market area the next day.
Among the flies flying all over the sky, no expressions can be seen on the faces of the adult laborers who came from the slums. They rarely take the initiative to take jobs. They just lie there with stiff expressions, waiting for someone to take the initiative to find work for them.
lazy.
In other words, they are completely numb, because no matter how hard they work, they can't change their destiny. They will never have a place here, and they will always live in dirty shacks in the slums. Maybe live with dignity as a human being.
Because there is absolutely no hope of changing their destiny, their hearts have been cast into a gray haze, and their selves have gradually become distorted.
They are like ostriches, burying their heads in the ground and surviving with a corpse-like body.
“The ritual just makes it more extreme.”
"If there were no rituals, they would not be so lazy under the desire to survive, but the rituals made their desire to survive disappear little by little."
They are dying slowly.
These people have been completely domesticated. Even if they live worse than pigs and dogs, they do not have the courage to resist, because laziness makes them content with the status quo until death comes.
There is no shortage of labor in the ring city.
Because there are too many people working at the bottom level here.
A middle-aged man who looked like a businessman stopped the mules and horses. Then he turned around and picked some stronger-looking coolies from the corner of the street just like picking livestock. Only at this time would those numb and lazy men Take the initiative to stand up.
"You, you, and you." The businessman selected three coolies who looked stronger.
The other peons had no intention of fighting after seeing it. After the selection was completed, they squatted under the corner with numb faces, staring at everything in front of them. Some of these people have become a little emaciated from hunger because they have been unable to get work for a long time. If they were placed in other places, they would have been unable to resist stealing and robbing, doing things that would give up their bottom line, but they did not, they would Be idle until you starve to death. In fact, they can't starve to death, because when they become distorted to a certain extent, they start to eat other things.
Boxes of heavy goods bent these hard workers down. They carried them with their heads lowered and sent them to the warehouse area. This street was full of people like this, who were even worse than mules and horses. After all, mules and horses are the merchant's own wealth, and they need to be taken good care of.
Bang.
A hard worker seemed to be in a trance. Suddenly, the sole of his foot slipped and the goods on his shoulders fell. Among the scattered boxes, some expensive goods were scattered on the floor.
“Idiot!”
“What did you do?” The frustrated businessman raised his whip and whipped it.
A trace of blood appeared.
The businessman whipped him several times and seemed to be still unsatisfied. He raised his foot and kicked the opponent's door, and a stream of blood suddenly flowed out.
He angrily said: "You're fired!"
"Get out of here!"
Damn pariah.
The businessman raised his whip and whipped it out again, but this time, the hard worker in front of him reached out and grabbed his whip. When he raised his head, the businessman saw a pair of green eyes with a cold light. , this terrifying look immediately made his heart tremble, and he couldn't help but think of some recent rumors.
It is said that some people have disappeared in Xiacheng District recently. It is said that a guard patrolling in the middle of the night saw someone going to the sewer to catch rats and maggots to eat. It is said that the bodies of some recently buried people in the cemetery have disappeared, etc. wait.
These untouchables in Huancheng have always behaved very docilely. Even if they were so hungry that they caught rats gnawing at the wreckage in the middle of the night, rummaged through garbage dumps for food, and ate maggots and carrion in sewage ditches, they did not dare to make any resistance.
But this time, he saw a terrifying look in the eyes of the hard worker in front of him, as if he was choosing someone to eat!
Bang.
The peon grabbed the riding crop and whipped it with his backhand on the businessman who had been exploiting them for a long time. A trace of blood appeared on the face of the plump pig. Along with the smell of blood, the peon's eyes shimmered green. It became more and more obvious, and his Adam's apple even twitched hungrily.
"What are you going to do?!" The fat businessman was so frightened that he peed for a moment. He felt as if the other party wanted to eat him. The numb expression gradually dissipated.
The dark-skinned peon looked at the frightened businessman in front of him, as if he had discovered a new world. He whipped out the whip again with his backhand, and a shrill wail sounded. Then the fat businessman remembered something, the big man Said: "Guards! Guards! Go and call the guards!..."
Several figures came running quickly.
The hunched figure of the hard worker suddenly laughed wildly. He swooped up, hugged the businessman's fat face and bit it. Amidst the gushing blood, the man's face was directly bitten off by him. , the hard worker didn't chew it, just swallowed it, then bit the businessman's neck, hugged his neck and drank the blood. The fat businessman struggled a few times, then lay on the ground motionless.
A stream of blood spread along the street.
As if they smelled something, the other coolies who had previously looked numb and lazy raised their heads. Some even dipped their hands into the blood flowing on the ground and put it in their mouths to suck.
There is enough food in Ring City to feed these people, but the food does not flow into the hands of the poor.
Gluttony often means waste.
The dark ritual shrouded in this city cuts reality into two worlds.
Every day, people here look for leftovers from the piles of garbage shipped out of the Noble District. These garbage also feed countless groups of rats and maggots in the sewers.
A group of heavily armed guards came quickly, and the leader was a fat and stout man. He was once very strong, but now he is fat and strong.
Seeing the scene in front of him, he drew his sword without hesitation and stabbed directly at the hard worker who was holding the businessman's neck and biting it.
Pfft!
The sharp sword pierced the hard worker's heart directly. The guard captain turned over the body, glanced at his slightly green pupils, and said solemnly: "Get rid of the body."
The peon ate something he shouldn't have.
Two slightly fat guards carried the body of the hard worker and walked out. Because an unexpected incident occurred here, a patrol team was quickly dispatched from the garrison area. A police officer who was as strong as a pig also arrived quickly. He wiped his sweat while getting off the carriage. After ten minutes, guards blocked the street.
Over there in the slums.
Three guards were dragging the body of the hard worker out. Suddenly, there was a cry, and a woman's figure staggered over, followed by a young child, who was different from the other people nearby who were sallow and thin. , there was a trace of blood on the faces of the women and children. They looked at the man's blood-covered body and were stunned for a moment.
Clang!
The fat guard drew his weapon and knocked the woman to the ground with a backhand slap. A stream of blood flowed out of the woman's forehead in an instant.
A guard stopped the woman, looked at the sky, and said solemnly: "Dispose of the body quickly."
The other two guards nodded, turned around, and dragged the body toward the cemetery.
The woman lay helplessly on the ground, watching helplessly as her husband's body was dragged away. She huddled on the filthy ground, her eyes already blurred by tears.
I don’t know how long it took.
She climbed up slowly, and with a numb expression, she reached out to hold the crying child beside her, and walked towards the slum expressionlessly. After passing through a winding and dirty alley, the woman opened the door of the shack. This simple little room was only about ten square meters. Everything was piled together. There were pots and bowls on a dilapidated table. It was the leftover wheat porridge, and some leftovers that were obviously picked up from the swill.
"Eat."
The woman picked up the bowl and filled some food for the young child. She looked at the neighbor who was looking outside with a dull look, but his expression was numb.
Squeak.
She closed the door slowly.
The woman walked to the corner of the kitchen step by step. She stretched out her hand and opened the old clay pot. There was a foul smell of blood inside. When she opened it, she could see some furry animal carcasses with disposal tools next to it. There were no traces of consumption, and it was the husband's food. He did not let them and their children eat it, but he ate a lot of it himself.
The woman grabbed the mouse carcass and gnawed at it. Her desperate and gray eyes were full of pain, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.
I don’t know when, she clenched a small knife.
"Mom!...Eat..." The young child didn't know what was happening yet. He tremblingly held a broken bowl and brought the food in the bowl to the woman.
The woman with her mouth full of blood looked up in shock. There seemed to be a glimmer of light shining in her dead and gray eyes.
A foul smell of blood overflowed from the dilapidated shack.
Just when others thought that another person could not endure it, the closed door slowly opened again. The woman took the young child and knelt in front of the neighbors. Her trembling hands stained with blood, He forced the child's head down, pressed his head into the filth on the ground, and made him kneel in front of these people.
She was asking for a way to survive for her child.
Necropolis.
Two guards dragged the man's body all the way to the cemetery. It could no longer be thrown away in the sewer. There was a big problem inside. Rats were infested, and there were problems with maggots, flies, cockroaches and other creatures. , the untouchables in the slums didn’t know how to live or die, and some of them went crazy directly after eating these things.
"Bury it directly? Or burn it?" A plump guard turned his head and asked.
It was getting dark.
Another guard wiped his sweat, untied his armor that was too fat to wear, and said: "Bury it directly, what if it is dug up again?"
" It's getting dark!"
The fat guard said: "Then burn it, you go find firewood."
The night is gradually falling.
I don't know when, a gust of cold wind blew through this gloomy cemetery. The man's body that was randomly thrown on the ground next to him suddenly twitched. The next second he opened his eyes, and his turbid dark yellow eyes were full of... Bloodthirsty and crazy, he got up in an instant, grabbed the guard's neck with his hands with sharp nails, blood overflowed, and opened his mouth full of sharp teeth to gnaw on the guard's thick neck.
"Where is the person?"
A few minutes later, the figure of another guard returned. He looked around in confusion, and was instantly thrown to the ground by a foul-smelling black shadow.
Hunger does not disappear with death.
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(End of this chapter)