Erinno walks in a corner of the slum.

The houses are built along the mountain walls, and the broken and rotten wooden boards are formed into board houses, close to each other and extending to invisible locations in the distance.

Some of the big gaps can pass through the unmutated mice before the end of the world. There is no privacy here, but it is also the home they rely on for their living.

The glowing vines rooted in the soil wall are the source of light here, and every household will plant some. Carbon and oil are scarce resources.

The lack of sunshine makes most of the poor people hunched in shape and coughs come from time to time.

Their clothes were less ragged than Erinor, but they were covered in patches and there was no anger in their eyes.

Some people cook in front of their homes, some humming songs before the end of the day, and some tell fairy tales to their children, and the princes inside can eat full every meal.

The only difference between slums and scavengers is that they have the ID card of Hell City, a residence, and an unstable job.

Every day, people who are still active in slums will go to civilian areas to find out whether there is a suitable job for them. The reward is often a soup that can only satisfy your hunger.

At least I have to eat.

Skinny, dirty clothes, lifeless, dull. This is a portrayal of the slums.

If human needs are divided from low to high into three categories: survival needs, material needs, and conscious needs. Then they are struggling with survival needs.

Civilian areas may be better. Some of them have deviated from the most basic survival needs and turned to material needs. For example, if you want a piece of clothing without patches, a coat that is warm enough, you can eat chicken, sheep, pork, beef instead of mutant biome meat, interesting entertainment programs, and your own children will not be targeted by the nobles.

There are soldiers patrolling here, so there is no need to worry about children or inactive families being dragged away by ghouls like in the slums. The houses here are built by merchants. Although they are not beautiful, they can ensure privacy and security.

The poor and civilians account for more than 95% of the population of Hell City. Above this, they are the aristocratic class who has no worries about food and clothing.

Erinno walked aimlessly on this rugged long street. Not sure what happened, she fell down, couldn't get up, curled up on the ground and trembled slightly.

A poor man sitting at the door of his house glanced at her and looked away.

The passing poor ignored it, and this kind of thing happened every day. He only hoped that the group of ghouls would drag the corpse away quickly so as not to cause plague.

In the dark corner, several figures of corpses came alive, looking at the slightly trembling figures on the street, walking or crawling to approach from all directions.

In the darkness under the light source, these figures are like darkness approaching the fresh soul. They have covetousness and greed in their eyes.

But at this time, there was a light around Erinno, a light that could dispel all darkness and express all hope.

In the light, a figure faintly hazy. That figure and that face make people cry and worship.

His palm brushed past Erinno, and his trembling body gradually stabilized. His face was filled with pain and opened his eyes slightly, raised his head, and saw the figure in the holy light.

"Are you...you...googki resounding in the doomsday..."

Her eyes reflected a figure in the light, and only this face was left in her world. She leaned down deeply and kissed the land in front of the figure.

"Courtie idol...Mu Su..."

Whether it was close to vampires or the poor around them, they were all stunned, staring at the figure in the dazzling light.

Idol……?

In the doomsday?

"If I could do it again, you would~I won't~Love me~"

The idol in the morning light sang softly.

"You are finally back..." Erino's eyes were filled with tears and kept kowtowing. "Did you save me..."

"Love makes people happy~" the idol in the morning light sings the cumbersome sound. "It can also bring loneliness~"

The forehead was red, swollen and bloody, and Elino shouted as if he really understood: "Your fans will spread the Morning Support Team to every footprint."

The idol of the morning light nodded with relief, the light faded, and slowly retreated into the darkness behind him.

"Where should I find you?" Erinno shouted.

"Singing songs, the morning idol will bring hope~"

The sound of holy echoes.

The surroundings returned to calm. The eyes of those people adapted to the dimness after the strong light, as if nothing had happened before, except Erinno, kneeled there devoutly.

The ghoul retreated fearfully. The poor people stared at each other and followed the crazy woman step by step and kneeled down gradually.

What happened before took root in their hearts.

...

The bell from the city lord's mansion slowly opened, and it was already inaudible to the sky above the slums.

This is the only way for the poor to live in the cave for a long time. Think about it once every 2 noon and 0 o'clock.

The conversations in the slums, the crying of children, and the shouts gradually disappeared, and every household fell asleep.

The silence lasted for more than ten minutes. On the edge of the slums, more than a dozen figures emerged from a newly built house in a house, and they walked gently towards the place where the incident happened during the day.

A moment later, the figures came to the location, and the leader made gestures. They scattered and crashed into the door panels of several surrounding houses, and uniformed the poor.

Crying and shouting in the darkness, then it came to an abrupt end. The poor were covered with their mouths.

In the silence, there were certainly shouts in the surrounding slab rooms, but they couldn't take care of themselves.

And this is very common.

These poor people were tied up in despair.

A fierce and terrifying voice sounded: "Although it's a little too delicious when you're old, at least there's a little girl. Very good..."

The same scene happened in the rest of the rooms.

A stammered and someone wanted to resist and was knocked to the ground.

The voice smiled fiercely and said, "No one can save you, and God can't do it."

What did they think of.

They closed their eyes and sang in a voice that changed tone: "If I could do it again, would you love me..."

The struggles of the poor suddenly disappeared, and a figure by the door raised his hand and made a gesture. The same gesture was also performed at the doors of several surrounding prefabricated rooms.

"It seems that you have given up resisting and dragged them all away!" The voice shouted loudly.

Just when the poor were desperate, beautiful songs and golden light filled the entire sight and ears. The beautiful music was mixed with shrill screams and the sound of falling.

The sounds heard during the day echoed.

The golden light and the song lasted for more than ten seconds and gradually weakened. The poor people opened their eyes carefully and gradually adapted to the darkness. They saw a few more figures kneeling on the ground in place, and sighed at the beauty of the singing.

"It's the idol of the morning light... it's the idol of the morning light!"

The rescued people and the "evil people" shouted in tears.

"It sounds so nice!!!" a figure shouted to the sky.

On this day, a strange support group began to spread in the ghetto.

This is called the Dawn Support Group, which does not require the contribution of food and wife and daughter, does not require the construction of temples and statues, nor does it require the reciting prayers that are difficult to recite. It is not even a religion but a support group, an idol's support group.

A noun that can make everyone recall a wonderful life before the end of the world.
Chapter completed!