"Dad, dad! I'm so scared, so scared, oooooooo."
"It's okay, it's okay, kid, it's okay."
Looking at the family members hugging each other and crying into a ball, Lu Ping'an also had some feelings.
This is the headquarters of the Church of the God of Travelers in the Holy City. Lu Ping'an would not block the road here. He directly summoned a few people and asked them to take the family away.
After they calmed down, Lu Pingan also got more news.
At this time, the end of the world was no longer a secret. The "mooncakes" in the sky that were swallowed in one bite, and the sun that ran away one after another, could not be concealed at all.
The news of the "ship tickets" has become a "rumor" known to many people at this time. But it is destined that only a very small number of people have the opportunity and channels to obtain the tickets.
"For those who don't have a ticket, it doesn't matter where they escape. The world is completely over."
When such facts and remarks gradually become the mainstream of society and are the source of the chaos in that city, the morals and laws that originally restricted personal behavior become meaningless.
The upper levels are not interested in control, and the lower levels just want to live. When everyone is "self-interested", the order of the entire city is gone, and it has already fallen into a substantial state of "anarchy."
But most people still stay in this city, not because they feel safe within the city walls, but simply because they have lost the courage to go out. At least, there is still light here.
Don't they know it's slow death? But it's better than stepping into that darkness.
But still, some people are unwilling to give up.
At this time, any news related to "ship tickets" will become the top news.
".Many people, including me, spent all their savings to buy this news, the news about the ferry tickets."
Hearing this, Lu Ping'an was a little surprised.
He did not spend money to disclose the information to the mercenary union, but also found middlemen and channel dealers to actively spread his commission.
".The poster was torn down, and someone monopolized the news and made a fortune."
Lu Ping'an opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. This was probably the way of rats.
The people he sent should have spread the news, and the high-level mercenaries and mercenary groups should have news.
But at a certain lower level, perhaps among the group of lone outsiders where Lagros belongs, information is monopolized by middlemen and sold as "road to survival" intelligence.
But at this time, does it still make sense to get rich?
"He was equipped with a full set of equipment, found some people who couldn't afford information, and was willing to 'hire' them as bodyguards. They rushed out together, and he was protected by everyone in the middle."
What else can I say? It must be over.
Even if all the mechanisms are exhausted, this is still a dead end.
Lu Ping'an sighed and didn't make any further comments.
Everyone has the right to live. Everyone is just struggling in their own way. Any evaluation from the outside seems too pale and arrogant.
Aren't you struggling the same way if you are on your own? If you are just one step behind, what difference does it make?
"Oh, when I was waiting for them to charge, it was weird hanging behind them. The monster completely ignored me."
In this regard, Big Cat has come up with a lot of conjectures.
But the most reliable thing at the moment is that the "Nightmare Beast" was originally a "dead person", and was ignored by the divine corpses who were also undead creatures as the same kind.
Even so, he almost died suddenly on the spot.
Big Cat is very interested in this "lucky guy" and plans to study it further.
As for Lu Pingan, since he really got the living body, 10 places will be given to him. Now he has a family of four. If he sells the remaining six, he will live a good life in the future.
"Congratulations, you won the bet. If you don't have to do it next time, don't bet again." Glancing at the still crying woman and child, Lu Pingan looked at the man.
He nodded vigorously, looking at his relatives with eyes full of joy.
After a simple exchange, Lu Pingan left the family to Catherine. His troubles had just begun.
After walking out of the church, looking at the busy traffic on the prosperous streets, I felt a lot more comfortable when the road was safe.
Here, it is still peaceful and prosperous, the people's hearts are stable, the country is peaceful and the people are at peace. It is exactly the same as when we first met, peaceful.
".Peace is as if the disaster outside is just an illusion, peace is disgusting"
"boom!"
But the huge explosions and screams in the distance indicate that the so-called "peace" is probably just Lu Ping'an's dream.
Lu Ping'an nodded, okay, now it feels right.
Lu Pingan was not in a hurry to leave. He used "Teleport" and needed to register. If you can come up with enough resources and funds, you can also exchange for another "Teleport Holy Emblem".
But now, he has no intention of doing so.
It stands to reason that the original travel time was three to four months. When he came, Lu Ping'an planned to use up four months, at least two or three months.
But now, the second month has not been used up, and Lu Ping'an is ready to leave.
When the divine corpse wanders on the ground, it will naturally attract god-level hunters. Such a battlefield is no longer suitable for "newcomers" like Lu Ping'an.
"Any news? Bring me one."
This is the palace of the Traveler God, and it is also the only way for countless explorers from the Eastern Kingdom to come and go. All kinds of intelligence and news are naturally collected here.
Where there is demand, there is business. In these short days, there are already dedicated people selling information, and they have divided it into three grades and three prices.
Lu Ping'an bought a cheap one casually, not because he had no money, but because he didn't want to spend too much and get targeted by some trouble.
Lu Ping'an had already noticed that there were at least a dozen eyes staring at the returnees who had just walked out of the transfer room.
Even now, there are still two eyes behind him. Lu Ping'an has decided that if someone follows him when he goes out and turns a corner, he will just get rid of him.
Although the city is still prosperous on the surface, its internal "hidden rules" have long since completely collapsed. It seems natural that the returning weak are regarded as "fat sheep" and as long as they are not caught, there will be no law.
"Hey, that's interesting."
Lu Pingan thought that the cheapest newspaper was full of useless tidbits and gossip, but just at the first glance, he caught Lu Pingan's attention.
"Seven, nineteen. In less than a month, seven gods have fallen and nineteen have been added? What are you doing? It can't be that the disaster of the gods has been brought forward."
Looking at the simple newspapers and periodicals temporarily stapled together on A4 paper, Lu Ping'an felt more and more subtle.
My place can really only be said to be a border area. On the main battlefield of this world, the war of gods seems to have never stopped.
This is not the prophesied disaster of the gods, because the gods were not forcibly disconnected by the world. It was just a "normal personnel change" that produced a world war-level effect.
Old gods continue to fall (leave) and new gods are born (leave). Although the total number of gods seems to have increased, but taking into account the number of escapees, the overall number is an overall decrease.
The world has been deceived again and again, and its resources have been continuously extracted, which hastened the end of everything.
If the information was only of this level, Lu Ping'an wouldn't be surprised.
"New gods joining the Earth camp? Are there any recommended career paths?"
(End of chapter)
