Jianming also immediately looked around and shouted to the people on the street.

"Does anyone know this kid???

The passers-by on the road all put on disdainful and sad expressions, and some of them had a little disdain.

A few people even whispered cool words like 'cat crying rat fake mercy'.

Jianming was very puzzled, why was he in the crowd...... But no one wanted to save her?

Qiu Cicada walked over and pushed Chen Shihu away from the little girl.

"You dodge for me, let the professionals come!"

Suddenly, the noise in the street attracted a unanimous onlooker from passers-by and residents.

In front of everyone's eyes, Qiu Cicada pressed her hands on the little girl's chest like that, and began to inject her spiritual power into the other party's chest.

In less than a moment, the little girl's complexion had improved, revealing the same sweet smile as the autumn cicada at this moment.

"Give you my breath so you can cheer up!"

The little girl tilted her head sideways, as if she was still not particularly energetic. But the smile is still sweet.

"Thank you, big brother......"

The onlookers were talking.

One of the sentences was keenly captured by Jianming.

"A martial artist can actually save a fifth-class person...... Can't believe it......"

Qiu Cicada continued to chat with the little girl. No one on the street knew the kid just now......

"Are you here alone?

The little girl's smile was still the same, but it was no longer sweet, but looked a little haggard and lonely.

"Well, Mom, he died a while ago...... When I catch a cold, I absorb too much spiritual power......"

......？？

Jianming also noticed this just now, as long as he is in this town, the spiritual power in his body will be constantly in a state of being extracted, what is going on?

So he walked up and asked.

"This street...... I've never seen a street like this that drains the spirit of the people......"

Hearing Jianming say this, an elderly man who was well-dressed and looked quite old stood out from the crowd around him.

He asked rhetorically at Jianming, "...... Don't...... Don't you know? Martial artist...... Here, the fifth-class license area, is a spiritual power production plant. ”

！？！？

Both Jianming and Chen Shihu's faces showed shock. Only Qiu Cicada was still smiling at the little girl.

"Spiritual power...... Production plant?"

The old man continued, "Yes, Master Martial Artist, you will get tired as long as you stay in this town, and it seems that it is designed to be a structure where spiritual power will be sucked away. ”

Jianming understood the words from the old man's mouth, but doubts remained.

"And why was this structure designed for this?"

The old man's expression did not change at all, just repeating the facts like a machine.

"The collected spiritual power will be transported to the ground and turned into a power source for the machinery used in the daily life of people above the fourth class of residents......

Alas?

Chen Shihu understood the reason, but ......

He held out a finger and pointed at the crowd.

"Could it be...... That's why you live underneath?"

..................

No one in the crowd answered him, and everyone put on an indifferent face, as if it were a fact, in front of Chen Shihu's eyes.

Chen Shihu couldn't believe his eyes, let alone anyone who would do this.

"You ...... Didn't you complain?"

..................

Indifferent, only the indifferent crowd answered Chen Shihu with cold eyes.

Just as Chen Shihu turned his head to look at Jianming, who had been silently observing his surroundings without saying a word, he was about to ask his opinion.

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd.

"Nope!"

Chen Shihu immediately looked for the voice, which was a tall man with a scar on his face that he had glimpsed in the alley before.

The woman and another man beside him were also standing beside him.

He smiled and said, "Life here is wonderful! No need to work, the state will send a steady stream of food, wine, women, and even medicine!"

After saying that, he looked at each other and smiled at the woman he was holding in his arms.

"Those people above the fourth rank who are constantly working the ground are stupid!"

Chen Shihu's expression was sluggish, and what this man said actually made some sense......

But this is contrary to the will of the resentful and indifferent eyes of the masses......

So he half-believed and tentatively said, "Really...... Really?"

..................

The man with the scar on his face, his smile stiffened, and gradually froze......

In the next moment, the smile completely disappeared from his face, and turned into the same resentment as the crowd, and his face was full of dissatisfaction.

At the same time, he rushed up even more, and he was about to have a physical confrontation with Chen Shihu.

Fortunately, the old man stopped him.

"Stop, don't be impulsive!"

It seems that this is not true, but sarcasm.

But what came out of the man's mouth was true......

It's both true and false.

Who wants to ...... What about surviving in such slums?

A great deal of wealth is gathered in the hands of a very small number of people.

Does that make sense?

The old man continued to say to the three of Jianming: "Master Martial Artist, it seems that you still don't know much about it...... I'm afraid it's the same in a city full of warriors and mechanized devices...... This is providential. ”

Jianming was stunned, fate, providence, these things are what he needs to understand now.

He finally stepped forward to talk.

"Providence? What does that mean?"

The old man held out a hand and began to explain with a gesture.

"This is human progress, the survival of the fittest in nature, farmers like us who can only plough the fields have lost their jobs, machinery is a hundred times more efficient than humans, shopping malls have failed, and people who can't afford to pay national taxes have been reduced to ......"

Hearing this, the scarred man with the hippie smiling face before and the woman next to him stopped smiling, and then changed to a serious expression. Embattled.

"The only one who can live with his head held high is the doctor...... Scholars, martial artists, and the like...... Only those who are capable ......"

The scarred man's fists were already clenched, and it seemed that he was still very unwilling in his heart.

"And...... The people here are frail and sick, and they don't live long. The kid ...... Her name is Serena, and it's hard for you to save her, but it looks like she only has another year or two to live......"

Hearing the old man's words, Serena's face was as calm as stagnant water, as if she had seen death as home, and her eyes widened without any fluctuation in her heart, looking at the ceiling.

Chen Shihu couldn't hold his breath, he said angrily: "What is that? Jianming, Qiu Cicada, you can also say something!"

"Why didn't you say a word since you just started?"

Jianming stretched out his hand, just wanting to soothe Chen Shihu's emotions, but was attracted by the appearance of the autumn cicada.

is different from the usual startled and screaming.

At this time, his face was calm and calm, and he was ashamed.

just looked at Serena quietly, as if she had fallen into deep thought, and didn't hear Chen Shihu's madness at all.

............

Under the guidance of everyone, the three of them sent Serena home, saying that it was home, and it was no different from other people's houses.

Jianming and Chen Shihu continued to discuss the ecological environment and national laws with the public.

Jianming secretly thought to himself, all these rules, and this almost unreasonable truth......

Are they all the highest position Wuzun, Ye Chou personally handled it?

That's right, it must be.

Ye Chou must be well aware of the situation of the residents here, and it is more likely that he is the culprit of this situation......

The saints are unkind, and they use the people as dogs.

Turning his eyes to look inside.

Autumn Cicada held Serena's hand in the room and chatted with her.

There are several book shelves in the room, and Serena also has a few picture books at the head of her bed.

Qiu Cicada asked with a smile on her face, "Serena, do you like to read?"

Serena smiled innocently and playfully and flattened the coloring book on her knees.

She shook her head.

"No, I don't understand, I don't know a word. My mother used to read me storybooks and listen to ......"

Her expression looked a little aggrieved.

"Today I was going to study with someone who can read, but I fainted on the way back......

She lowered her head in order not to show Qiu Cicada her expression.

"I want to study hard...... Because my mother said that if I could become a scholar and a living doctor, I might be able to go to the outside world......"

............

Autumn Cicada still has a calm warm smile on her face.

"What does Serena want to do if she goes outside?"

Speaking of the outside, Serena's face once again showed an innocent smile.

"Hmm...... Let me think!"

............ Whew.

A giggle began on her face. The round little face smiled like a red apple.

"Although, I've only heard about it from my mother...... Outside there is a clear blue sky, cute cats and dogs, and there are a lot of shops on the street...... I want to see the average city!"

..................

Autumn Cicada's smile was still there, as if this expression was a smile mask he had deliberately put on Serena.

“...... Is it. ”

In fact, Qiu Cicada was already forbearing, and he endured it so that he didn't show a sad expression.

Because...... He saw himself in this girl.

Under that calm flower-like smile, what I think of in my mind is my past.

The agony in his heart reminded him of many painful experiences.

In the days gone by. There are all kinds of pain.

For him, the pain was commonplace.

It kept destroying his heart and his body.

On the operating table, in the laboratory, like a lamb to the slaughter, it is pierced, injected, and there is no daylight in a small room that is dark.

Only when the project leader occasionally talks to him about the outside world, that moment of information is his only peace and sustenance.

Can't resist, can't resist, can only endure silently......

In the huge gears, there is no power to move freely yourself......