You must know that in the Southern Continent, people are a kind of goods, and human trafficking is the hottest business.
As the God of Spiritual Things was eroded by the Mother Tree of Desire, the Balam Empire completely lost its last strength against the four gods of Rune and Intis. Even Gao Wei's nephew "Godly Evil" Si'a, a Sequence One, can't change the division of gods' interests. Not to mention that this kid's mind is not very clear to begin with, and he is in a state of indulgence and indulgence.
The death of Renette Tinichole in the battle with Si'a's group made the already poor colony of high-sequence extraordinary people even worse. If Klein might feel disgusted by the trafficking operations in the Loen Kingdom after witnessing the horrors of the Backlund slums, then human trafficking in the Southern Continent is like hell on earth.
The two paths of the Mother Tree of Desire are the "Abyss" and the "Bound One", and under the influence of the Law of Extraordinary Aggregation, the Extraordinaries following the two paths will naturally gather here. The role of the devil requires killing, and the desires of the indulgent party need to be satisfied. Whether it was the needs of the colonists of Loen and Intis or the local Extraordinaries, they had caused serious disasters to the people here.
Here, a slightly more merciful Beyonder will leave you some reward to buy the life of a desperate person. A man was worth a pound, a woman half a pound; for those who were hungry, a mere meal was enough to pack up their daughters and sell them to cruel, bloodthirsty demons.
And more are forcibly plundered: people living here do not dare to walk at night, and sometimes going out at night may completely disappear from the lives of their loved ones. The darkness here is more terrifying than the darkness in the Land Abandoned by God. There are no natural disasters like the Land Abandoned by God, but there are man-made disasters caused by indulgence and demons. What is here is a far deeper depravity than the true Creator endured.
Compared with the precarious residents here, the poor people in Loen can be regarded as living a stable and happy life. At least they don't have to worry about killing any passing Beyonder, and at least they don't have to worry that they will disappear forever just because they sleep outside the house.
Compared to here, no matter how deep the suffering is, it is nothing.
A man following Mr. A from a distance raised his rough hand high and slapped a ragged little girl next to him on the face. The weak little girl staggered due to the whipping, and her weak body knelt directly on the ground.
There was a "clang" sound, and a dagger with a little rust was thrown in front of the little girl - this was a dagger of poor quality. As the dagger fell to the ground, a man gave it to the little girl. A cold word and a hard kick away from her.
"Lead him to the alley over there and give him a knife."
"Otherwise, I'll send you there later!"
The little girl trembled, quickly grabbed the dagger and ran towards Mr. A. She knows what kind of place the man refers to as "there". While barely surviving, she once saw her companions who were sent there——
When they went to clean it, most of them only had one or two broken limbs and blood all over the floor.
Thinking of that scene, a little tear appeared on the little girl's face. She wanted to live.
She ran forward, a look of determination and madness slowly appearing on her face. She looked at Mr. A who was walking, restrained her body's instinctive trembling, and slowly pressed against him with her young body. The men watching this scene had a sinister smile on their faces and followed the little girl from a distance.
——They knew that the strong man probably had a weapon in his hand, but no outsider would be extremely wary of a child who seemed to be engaged in a special job. Two fists are no match for four hands. When his vital parts are injured, the weapon in his hand becomes a golden pound in their hands.
Mr. A was walking forward, but felt a strange feeling coming from his side. This kind of flesh was like the flesh and blood he had touched before, but he did not feel the vitality he should have from the body next to him - it was a body that was about to fail.
He looked down and saw a child only reaching his waist.
The little girl smiled awkwardly and slowly lifted up her skirt, imitating the older sisters she had seen wandering outside. She didn't know what this move meant. She only knew that most men wearing such clothes would be attracted to them when they saw the sisters she had seen doing this.
However, she forgot that there was a dagger hidden on her body. Mr. A looked at the little girl whose face became frightened when the dagger was exposed, and seemed to want to pick up the knife hidden in her clothes and stab him. He reached out and grabbed her wrist:
"Kid, don't panic."
Mr. A consoled him. His voice is full of magnetism and has an intoxicating feeling. The little girl unexpectedly felt herself calm down. Her wrist was held stiffly by Mr. A, and he led her forward - the direction Mr. A was heading towards was a deep alley.
From the moment he passed by the homeless people, Mr. A discovered the thoughts of those with malicious intentions. When Mr. A saw the countless red and swollen scars on the little girl’s face and body, he probably knew the whole story:
It's just that those guys were afraid that they had weapons on them and that they would fight back when attacked, so they sent such a child over. Looking at the child's movements, Mr. A knew that she was an abandoned child in the hands of those people. .
If it were him before, he would probably train the Lamb of the Lord specifically to make people give up their vigilance. He would not sacrifice these pure lambs of the Lord unless necessary and when he had no other choice.
"Don't be afraid, kid." Mr. A said in a deep voice: "I know you were forced here by these people, right?"
The little girl's body stiffened for a moment, and this slight movement made Mr. A, who was once Bishop Rose, confirm his thoughts. After waiting for a few seconds, the little girl nodded gently. Her movements were very stiff, as if she was afraid that her communication with Mr. A would be discovered by the people following her.
"I will help you, child." Mr. A continued to speak gently to the child, his words full of temptation: "You are the Lord's pure lamb, and I am the Lord's shepherd. Believe me, you don't It's going to be okay, kid. Look, the Lord is protecting us."
"..." The little girl was silent, biting her lips. It wasn't until Mr. A pulled her into the dark alley that she said to Mr. A in a voice as thin as a mosquito's: "Sir, you can't go in... They are looking for you, they are very powerful..."
"Believers of the Lord must not be afraid of evil." A smile appeared on Mr. A's lips: "The Lord will protect us, child. Believe me, nothing will happen to you and me."
After hesitating for a moment, Mr. A gently held the dagger in the little girl's hand and cut his finger with the rusty knife. The little girl screamed in surprise, but saw that the wound on Mr. A's finger was slowly healing.
"Look, the Lord protects us." Mr. A said to the little girl in a slightly humorous tone: "When they catch up, you stick the dagger into my body and then run inside - don't worry Come on, I’ll be fine.”
“Our sufferings are all the Lord’s tests for us; the Lord protects us because He cannot bear to see us suffer.”
Mr. A devoutly made a sign of the cross on his chest, with a holy smile on his face, and said to the little girl with wounds all over her body:
"May the Lord protect you, pure lamb."
Mr. A did not think that the girl in front of him was dirty. He only hated himself for being incompetent and failing to save these people who were poisoned by evil gods and demons as soon as possible.
The earth is sick, and evil has made the earth flow with vicious pus.
