A dilapidated courtyard in a slum area.
There are only a few pieces of furniture in the house, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the house is bare.
There was something like rice paste boiling in the big pot at the door, but it was dark and had a burnt smell.
The only valuable thing in the house was a wooden bed, on which lay two people with faces as bright as gold and as angry as silk.
The two of them were wrapped together in a quilt with yellowed corners on the bed. Their bodies seemed to be filled with pus, and the smell of medicine mixed with fishy smell made people feel nauseous when the wind blew.
Lin Mo opened the door and opened the windows for ventilation, which allowed the air to circulate, which made it much better.
"Who did this?"
He glanced at the two people on the bed. If it wasn't Lin Dong or Lin Niu, who was it?
Looking at the miserable situation of the two people, remembering the scene where they laughed and cursed when they hugged each other when they came to this world, they couldn't help but ask in a deep voice.
After the killing, the two of them didn't delay too much. After searching the body and picking up some things, they went directly from the trail and led by Yang Hu to this slum, where everything started.
When I walked in the door, I saw this scene.
At this time, he was no longer childish as before, and his face was originally covered with scars, and there was a scratch from nowhere. Yang Hu, who had a face of vicissitudes of life, sat aside, holding his head in his hands, and did not answer immediately.
Lin Mo didn't urge him, he just stopped paying attention to him, turned around and started checking the injuries of the two people on the bed.
After lifting the quilt, they found circles of white cloth wrapped around their stomachs. Under the white cloth, there were two long stab wounds.
Without immediate treatment, the wound became suppurated and infected. The high fever that was originally not a serious stab wound turned into a life-threatening sickle.
This is a true portrayal of the poor people in this world after being injured. After all, there are no drugs similar to antibiotics in this world. Once the injury is not treated properly, infection means death.
He sighed, took out a bottle of small poison-repelling pills from his arms, took out one and crushed it into powder, sprinkled it on their wounds, found a bowl of water, and fed each of them a Qi-blood pill.
Visible to the naked eye.
The originally pale faces of the two of them gained a hint of blood, and their breathing became calmer.
One small poison-removing pill and two qi-blood pills, but his life was saved.
Regardless of the cost, elixirs are more effective than Western medicine.
Lin Mo threw the stale quilt on the ground and thought to himself.
Naturally, the Japanese Medicine Classics were not learned in vain during this period. In addition to some basic powder refining methods, there were also many stories about ordinary experiences in treating diseases and saving lives.
On the way, the way of thinking in the past life and the pharmacological analysis recorded in the Medicine Book had a similar collision of ideas, which gave Lin Mo a lot of inspiration.
"You, Brother Mo, actually saved Niu Zi and Dong Zi?"
Yang Hu, who was originally depressed, suddenly stood up. Seeing the expressions of the two people on the bed improving instantly, his face turned red and he asked in disbelief.
Lin Mo said nothing, stood with his hands behind his back, just nodded, and looked at Yang Hu with a scrutinizing look.
However, Yang Hu didn't care at all. He rushed forward and knelt beside the bed. Looking at the two people who looked obviously much better, he collapsed on the ground deflated and suddenly burst into tears.
While crying, he looked at Lin Mo with complicated eyes, who was completely different from before in terms of appearance, figure, or temperament. After calming down, he finally whispered the whole story in a low voice:
After the three of them parted ways with Lin Mo, they joined the Black Tiger Gang, which was considered a big gang in the slum area.
Everything was excellent at the beginning. After a physical examination, all three of them passed the test. Then they stayed with the same group of people, ate and lived together, underwent rigorous physical training every day, and even had members of the gang. Master Chuan Gong teaches some Sanshou moves.
Although the food was not good, at least it was filling and occasionally smelled greasy. Compared with the days before when there was only one meal but no next meal, it was much better.
And such monotonous and satisfying days did not last long.
One day just a month ago, everything changed.
A group of ruthless people suddenly came to Ningyang City, led by a monk with a kind face and kind eyes.
When he first visited the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, he heard that he didn't agree with what he said, so in front of hundreds of gang members, he casually picked off his head like the Buddha holding a flower with a smile.
Then he jumped away lightly, and no one in the audience dared to stop him.
After that came the Tsing Yi Gang, the Flower Snake Gang, the Iron Hand Gang...
In the two major urban areas of Ningyang, west and north, all the well-known gangs were visited.
Those who were obedient escaped, and those who were slightly disobedient were killed.
From then on, all gangs in the two major cities must hand over a lot of money every month. Failure to do so will attract thieves starting from the highest-ranking people and kill everyone, silencing everyone.
After that, the originally relatively stable order was suddenly broken. In order to hand over a lot of money, all the gangs were trying every means to make money.
What he brought was a shop, and he had to pay for all kinds of tea more than ten times a day. Often, he only paid the monthly profit to this gang, and the next gang rushed up.
It is no exaggeration to say that the people are in dire straits.
And this also became the beginning of a gang war, and Yang Hu and his group, who had only been raised for a few months, also entered the scene.
Lin Niu and Lin Dong were injured while protecting Yang Hu in a long street fight.
Later, because the Black Tiger Gang failed to pay the interest, the fourth gang leader was hacked to death and finally disbanded.
In order to make money, he took advantage of the opportunity and joined the universal religion, which preaches equality for all living beings and blessings in the afterlife.
At first, they only needed to chant sutras and hold morning meetings, and they could get free food. Many people participated in it, but later in order to get more money, it only became more and more unpleasant. When they thought that something was wrong, they could no longer escape. Can listen to the reason.
"So, those ruthless people are also members of the Universal Religion?" Lin Mo asked thoughtfully after hearing this.
"Maybe yes, there is a bald man with a black face and a scar. I have seen him in the Black Tiger Gang, and I have also seen him in the Universal Sect." Yang Hu thought for a while, and his tone was not so sure. , hesitantly.
Lin Mo fell silent.
On the one hand, being a bad guy makes people's livelihood worse; on the other hand, being a good person provides spiritual comfort by giving away rice and noodles.
It has to be said that there are experts in the universal religion who pull and step on it, and it is not without reason that it has developed so quickly.
If the people live and work in peace and contentment and work diligently, who will have the leisure to worship any religion or believe in morality?
Creating wealth with your hands is the key. If you work too hard, you won't even have a place to sleep, and you won't be able to guarantee food and clothing. Only then do you need faith.
Lin Mo then asked Yang Hu some questions, such as the distribution of Universal Cult personnel, how many similar stronghold organizations there were before, and some other questions.
Finally, he emptied the contents of his stomach, leaving behind a lot of money, some bottles and jars of healing products, and the residual skills he had found from the strong man who used the sword before, and then left.
He didn't ask where he would go from here, and Yang Hu also didn't ask.
But it sounds like he should leave Ningyang.
After all, as far as he knew, the Universal Church was going to make a big move in the past few days. If he didn't go ahead, it might be too late.
If Lin Mo was alone, he would naturally not be stingy with his efforts and would be willing to take a few people with him to move to another place to develop, but he still had a large family.
Which one is more important compared to the safety of a loved one as a playmate for more than a month?
Lin Mo stood at the door for a long time. Finally, his feet accelerated and his figure disappeared around the corner.
