Fang Luo looked at the vendors selling food with confusion. There was not much food in the last days. These people did not fill their stomachs first, but used the only food they had to buy slaves.
It's really a bit too strange.
He looked at Lu Wenjun.
"Shelters are not forced to detain survivors."
Lu Wenjun explained as he walked: "You can enter and exit the shelter freely, and people who are short of food can go outside to find food by themselves.
So there are also people with super powers coming in from outside.
As long as they don't cause trouble, don't kill people, and abide by the rules of witch hunters, we won't care too much.
After all, they can also bring some food to ensure that the survivors do not starve to death. "
Fang Luo nodded slightly.
The witch hunters didn't have enough supplies to feed everyone, and they couldn't let them all starve to death, so they had to make this decision.
The current situation is similar to the beginning of the end of the world.
Gangs abound.
However, with the restrictions of the witch hunters, these superpowers did not dare to kill the survivors unscrupulously, which was much better than before.
The survivors at the beginning of the apocalypse have no human rights at all.
Those with superpowers can kill them if they want.
There is no slave contract, if you catch him...
"Look at that."
Lu Wenjun pointed to a vendor who was signing a contract with a thin man. After signing the contract, the man handed the rice in his hand to a boy next to him.
"You're so hungry. Come on, eat. Dad has gone to work."
The man touched his son's head and followed the vendor.
The boy didn't know what was going to happen, so he followed the man with a bowl of uncooked rice and ate the uncooked rice carefully, little by little.
Fang Luo watched silently: "Why do they want slaves?"
"Digging for treasure."
"Digging for treasure?"
Fang Luo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked curiously: "Is there any treasure here? How to dig it out."
"So there is."
Lu Wenjun paused: "You should know about the ancient clan, right?"
Fang Luo nodded.
"What does this have to do with the ancient tribe?"
"What they dug up were the treasures left by the ancient tribe."
Lu Wenjun pointed in a direction and led Fang Luo there.
It's the direction the vendor left.
"A long time ago, humans had ancient civilizations with many powerful superpowers, but all of these ancient superpowers became extinct."
Fang Luo nodded slightly.
Of course he knew that Long Bingxue had said that the ancient clan was destroyed by her master.
This also caused many descendants of the ancient tribe to hate the Fang family very much.
Not long ago, someone was carving words on the remains of the Fang family.
"Although the ancient tribes perished, the things they left behind are not."
Lu Wenjun stopped.
Not far away, the merchant who had just bought the slave was locking the slave's neck with an iron chain and directing the slave to enter a 2-meter-high light curtain.
The slave was a little afraid.
However, looking at his son who was eating rice, he had to go.
The slave took a deep breath, looked at his son reluctantly, and then disappeared into the light curtain.
The vendor gently pulled the chain outside and let the chain enter the light curtain little by little.
He looked very nervous and excited.
There is a feeling of gambling on stones.
A group of people watching the excitement nearby also stared intently, cheering for the slave.
But after a few minutes.
One end of the chain in the merchant's hand fell down weakly.
The people around him sighed.
"Hey, another one dies. The probability of finding the treasure is really low."
"Is this the fifth person who died today?"
"Does any of you know what's dangerous inside?"
"I don't know, but as long as you come out alive, you will definitely become famous. The last time someone came out of it, he was able to directly kill zombies."
"Damn it, I wasted a bowl of rice." The vendor was very depressed.
He looked to the side, his eyes fixed on the light screen, and the boy was putting rice in his mouth bit by bit, and he was furious.
Kicked over.
"Eat, eat, eat. Your father is dead and you still eat. You are such a filial son. You are wasting my rice."
The boy fell to the ground and did not cry. Instead, he picked up the uncooked rice bit by bit and ate it into his stomach bit by bit.
"It's so heartless."
The merchant cursed and spat on the boy's head.
However, the next moment, an ice pick pierced the merchant's thigh.
The merchant fell to the ground and howled.
"It's not like I killed his father, why do you attack me? Didn't you witch hunters agree that as long as it doesn't break the law, you won't hurt us." He glared at Fang Luo and others.
Although Long Bingxue and Xu Yao both look like beasts.
But he was not afraid.
He knew about witch hunters.
Witch hunters care about reputation and rules.
As long as they don't kill people or break the law here, the witch hunters can't touch them.
Many people with superpowers have grasped this point and often test the bottom line of witch hunters. As long as they are not punished, they will go even further next time.
"You know the law and break it. Who will abide by your rules in the future?" The vendor wailed and accused, holding his thighs.
Others around were also whispering.
It seems that he did not expect that the witch hunter would directly hurt people this time. In the past, slaves died, but they were ignored.
Because they all signed a contract.
As for whether it was because they kicked the boy, they didn't consider it.
This kind of trivial thing is too common, just a slight kick from the superpower to the survivor.
"rule?"
Long Bingxue's face was as cold as frost, and his tone was unquestionable: "Little master, the rules are the rules."
"throw it out."
Fang Luo spoke calmly and ordered a witch hunter.
Lu Wenjun sighed in his heart beside Fang Luo.
Still young and energetic.
Do whatever you want.
Although it looks reckless, it is a sign of great strength.
It's not that the witch hunter didn't want to care about trivial matters before, it's just that he didn't have the strength to care about it.
The merchant was carried out directly.
The other survivors and superpowers on the side didn't dare to say anything.
Fang Luo is obviously not as easy to bully as the witch hunter.
All in awe.
The boy glanced at Fang Luo, then continued to pick up the rice on the ground.
Lu Su is ready to help.
However, Fang Luo shook his head and stopped her.
Lu Su was puzzled.
Fang Luo: "What he picked up was not rice, but his father's life."
Lu Su paused and couldn't help but look at the boy one more time.
I originally thought that the boy didn't understand anything, but in fact he knew that his father was dead, but he was too strong not to cry.
He is not a wolf-hearted man who only knows how to eat. He does not want to waste the rice that his father paid for with his life. There is no point in not letting his father die.
I didn't expect Fang Luo to be so thoughtful.
Fang Luo looked at the light curtain again: "When did this light curtain appear? Can the treasure really be found behind it?"
"I don't know when it appeared,"
Lu Wenjun shook his head: "When the head of state built this place, there were already these light curtains.
It is true that some people have brought crystals out of it, both gold and silver. "
crystal?
Is there even a gold one?
Golden crystals are very rare, even Fang Luo himself doesn't have many.
I haven’t awakened many other powers during this period.
Just because there is no golden crystal.
He asked the living dragon Bingxue, but she didn't know exactly where the golden crystal came from.
but.
For survivors, this is indeed a rare treasure.
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