After drinking the tea, Zhiqiu snatched the tea set in front of Zhang Baoren.

After a little tidying up, the two of them went out together and walked towards the west.

Because they could not pass straight from the inner city, they needed to walk from the east to the west of the city, so the two of them went down from the east and bypassed from the north of the city.

It was fine when I started in the area east of the city, but as I continued to move forward, I could clearly see the gradually becoming dense and dilapidated.

The pedestrians I saw on the road also became dirty and scattered, and their spirits were more than the ones in the east of the city.

As they gradually went in, Zhang Baoren, wearing a marten cotton robe, and Zhiqiu, wearing a moon-white silk cloth cotton coat.

A bunch of hair tied knots, cuffs shiny, and body covered with holes broken by insects, among the poor people with cotton hearts.

Whether it is dressed or demeanor, he is very out of place.

It was like two aliens, attracting the eyes of others and being secretly looked at by others.

It’s okay for Zhang Baoren to do it, those jealous, envious, or fearful and shy eyes were like the breeze blowing on his face.

But it felt extremely uncomfortable for Zhiqiu's vague eyes to fall on his body.

Moreover, compared with Zhang Baoren, the malice on her body is stronger, more filthy and evil...

Those straight and naked strange gazes made Zhiqiu tighten his clothes, glar at the people fiercely, and then approached Zhang Baoren a little closer.

As two decent lands, there are many decent people in the east and west of the city, there will certainly be no less communication between them.

Although you have to pass through the north and south, there is actually a convenient way to pass for decent comfort and safety.

It was just that Zhang Baoren wanted to learn about the situation between the north and the south by himself, so the two of them went deep into it and followed the original paths where only locals came and went.

It's a kind of death...

The two of them walked about half a stick of incense on the road north of the city, and experienced the frowning filth all the way.

Suddenly, I heard singing sounds coming from a distance with a scent.

"Save the suffering and save the world, the god of Tianyuan..."

"Great compassion and great mercy save the world..."

"Save the suffering and save the world, the god of Tianyuan..."

"Great compassion and great mercy save the world..."

"Save the suffering and save the world..."

As he kept walking, he continued to move forward for a while, a large group of people crossed the intersection in front.

Ding... Ding... Ding...

The leader is wearing a weird black robe, with colorful feathers on his head, and his face is covered with white gray on the bottom of the pot. His exaggerated and weird shape can make the child cry.

It danced like a storm in the wind, like a dance used by the witches in the past, while shaking the bells of the Taoist priests in its hand and chanting unknown scriptures.

As if he was trapped in his own world, he closed his eyes and jumped forward unconsciously.

Behind him, several people were wearing long banners with black characters on white background. The two banners at the front said "Tianyuan Shenjun" on them.

Then there are some huge words of praise, such as compassion, immeasurable, supernatural powers, etc.

Behind these people were a group of refugees who had pale faces and had never had enough food for a long time.

Men, women, young and old, all are ordinary people, wearing the same color of linen.

Some of these people had a fanatical expression, some looked dull, but they all held three incense sticks in their hands and muttered devoutly.

"The Lord of Heavenly Yuan came to the world and saved the world with great compassion..."

"The Lord of Heavenly Yuan came to the world and saved the world with great compassion..."

The crisp ringtone, strange movements, neatly recited, and combined with that special fragrance...

It gives people a strange feeling. I feel scared at first glance, but after watching it for a long time, I want to get rid of all the worldly affairs and devote myself to it.

After feeling the abnormality, Zhang Baoren, who was avoiding the side, subconsciously looked at Zhiqiu, the ordinary person beside him.

But he found that he was looking at him with equal concern, and felt relieved, and then he heard Zhiqiu explain in a low voice:

"This is the Tianyuan Shen Cult, a major sect in the north of the city, and believes in the legendary 'Tianyuan Shenjun'."

"Yeah, I get it..."

Zhang Baoren nodded and continued to look in front of him.

At this time, there were no one nearby except for the Tianyuan Shen Cult team. The originally crowded north of the city suddenly became deserted, and the residents nearby also agreed to close the doors and windows.

It seemed that there was only me and that strange believer left in the world.

The long queue was about a thousand people, as if they were parading through the streets.

The fragrance lingers like fog, covering the same costumes, same movements, and equally stiff and strange figures, hazy and as if illusory.

"Um…"

The sharp-eyed Zhang Baoren found a figure who was somewhat out of place among the believers in the parade.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a thick bamboo cloth cotton jacket.

His eyes were red and covered with blood, full of chaos, confusion and despair.

He staggered and followed the believers, as if he was carrying them forward. From time to time, he turned around and looked at them, as if he was looking for something...

At the same time, he unconsciously muttered some of the people who didn't understand it, but Zhang Baoren seemed to be familiar with Jiuzhou dialect.

"E'er...Ting'er...E'er...Ting'er..."

"Is this 'any'? Why did he get out of the gate? Coming to this ghost place?"

Zhang Baoren frowned in confusion.

This crazy man was the scholar who traveled with him not long ago in Jiuzhou. Before leaving, Zhang Baoren also received his gift of clothes.

I didn't expect to meet again in this place and it can be seen that the situation at this time is not very good.

However, due to the cult and his lack of understanding of his specific experience, Zhang Baoren still temporarily put forward the idea of ​​asking for help.

"Let's talk about it later..."

Watching the strange line of church members gradually passing by, Zhiqiu patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief when he completely disappeared.

Then he turned his head and whispered to Zhang Baoren: "There are many divine religions in the south and north of the city, and they are all very evil."

"Even those gang members will hide from them when they meet them and dare not provoke them."

"I was once warned not to be involved with those existences when I was in Wuzong's Mansion."

Zhang Baoren nodded in a clear way, "I know their evil...anything is like this."

Then Zhang Baoren continued to move forward with Zhiqiu who had truly come down with peace of mind.

As Yucheng North went deeper, everything around became more rotten, and the dilapidated and randomly stacked buildings were mixed with sewage.

The older women and women on the road gradually disappeared, and some adult men and half-old children were visible.

Each of these people's waists was bulging, as if they were hiding something.

Moreover, they were even more bold than those before. They stood so straight by the roadside, staring at the passing two people, their eyes full of malice and ferocity.

Zhang Baoren's expression did not change at all as usual, but Zhiqiu couldn't help but lower his head in those naked eyes.

She looked around uneasy. When her eyes swept across the sewage flowing on the roadside, she suddenly saw the right leg of an adult male who had turned white in the filth.

Ah... I screamed subconsciously.

Then it seemed like a tacit understanding was broken. The men who were ignorant on the roadside reached out to the bulge on their waists, and then smiled maliciously and were about to move forward.

At the same time, Zhang Baoren also laughed...

However, before he could do anything, a man with a strong waist suddenly rushed out of the house beside him.

He pounced on the malicious gangsters, and without saying a word, he hugged them and slapped them to the ground with a few slaps.

"Damn...an beast-like thing, what's the thing."

Several people on the ground spat a mouthful of thick phlegm, then turned around and bowed to Zhang Baoren in a pleasing manner.

Generally, the gangsters and gangs who are hiding in the market are the most obvious and naked.

But as long as you can make a move, any small news, no matter how many people can mess with each other, it is clear.

After all, they are all gangsters who are dirty and lifeless. If they are beaten to death, there will be no storm, and they will only attract a lot of praise.

Who doesn’t know the name of “Fengtian Hand” who has caused such a big storm these days?

Although he seemed to have "lose" the last time, his violent power and the strength he showed were easy to destroy for a small party.

Not long ago, even two days ago, Zhang Baoren has been regarded as an unprovoked existence by many gangs.

The strong man in the gangster bent over respectfully, his head raised slightly, facing Zhang Baoren and the others, and his face squeezed out the kindest and most respectful smiles in his life.

He carefully observed the expressions of the two people and was always ready. If they showed any dissatisfaction, they would remove the eyesless guys on the ground and kneel on the ground...

Fortunately, Zhang Baoren has no interest in the life and death of these beast-like things.
To be continued...