The moment Wang Hai slid out of that ventilation pipe, he swore to the sky that even if the sky fell, he would never enter the lower level of Zu'an in such a way again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His body was covered with all kinds of strange foul-smelling liquids, and the original pale dress became as if it was tumbling in the mud.

Relying on the washer brought by Ezreal, he had repeatedly swept his clothes several times, but he still couldn't get rid of the pungent stench that seemed to be attached to his skin.

However, even Wang Hai, who had been gliding through the alchemy pipeline in the darkness for more than ten minutes, with no fingers and a smell that wanted to make people vomit every minute, thought that there should be nothing more painful in the world than this, but he was still completely shocked by what he saw after sneaking out of the alchemy workshop.

Zu'an's lower class, in his opinion, is not much different from human purgatory.

The stench was much worse than the one in the ventilation ducts, the alchemical waste of human excrement all over the floor, and the dilapidated low rock houses.

The walking dead filled all the streets that Wang Hai could see, and he could even smell the stench of rotting corpses emanating from a few people on the sidelines.

The roadside occasionally shoots a glimpse of sight at them, but it is also lifeless.

Walking along the narrow streets of Zu'an, Wang Hai only felt that his heart was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

The faint sunlight from above the Zaun Gorge could not reach this area that seemed to have been betrayed by the gods.

'Hey, inferior...... Do you have anything to eat?' Tiffany, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said in his mind.

'Brought a few cookies, what's wrong?'

'The kid at your left foot...... You give him a few cookies......

Wang Hai looked at his left foot, and saw a young man sitting on the side of the narrow road, covered in tatters and with a blank look.

Thin to the point of almost skinny and bone-like figure, with a withered face, this young man seems to have not eaten a good meal for a long time.

Wang Hai's heart twitched.

He had only seen such hungry children on TV or the Internet before.

Even, in those programs that chronicle poverty and famine, those desperately hungry African children do not have such a desperate look in their eyes as the teenager in front of them.

At the very least, they can still see the sun.

At this moment, such a scene, so realistically presented in front of him, gave him an incomparable shock.

Wang Hai sighed, took out a few biscuits from the pocket of his dress, and bent down to hand them to the Zuan boy.

"Don't give it to him. ”

A blocking voice came from beside him.

Wang Hai looked up suspiciously.

It was Baker who spoke out.

The cold expression on his face at the moment made Wang Hai suddenly feel a little trance: "Why? This kid is going to die if he doesn't eat something, aren't you ...... too?"

"Look ahead for yourself. ”

Wang Hai looked forward in the direction of his finger and couldn't help but gasp.

Countless pairs of eyes were glued to the biscuit in his hand.

The whole street, whether sitting, lying, or standing against the house, turned their heads in their direction at the moment.

And the end of the line of sight was all focused on the few bland biscuits in Wang Hai's hands.

These pieces of soda biscuits were taken by Wang Hai in the cafeteria during lunch.

These ordinary biscuits, which can't be called delicious at all, are like a few top-notch steaks in these wolf-like eyes at the moment.

The street in front of the three of them, the moment he took out the biscuits, instantly quieted down, and Wang Hai could even clearly hear the sound of countless saliva swallowing.

From the eyes of the few wanderers who were close to the three of them, Wang Hai even had a premonition that they were ready to pounce on him ferociously in the next moment.

"As I said on the train before, in this place, your morality and kindness will be the reason for your mysterious death. ”

Ezreal snatched the soda biscuit from Wang Hai's hand, put it in his mouth and ate it quickly.

"Beck, get your weapons out. Being messed up like this, the next road is not easy. ”

Frowning, Ezreal pulled out a pair of strange-looking gloves from his satchel and put them on top of his hands.

Baker also took out a Hextech pistol from his pocket, and the light of the energy crystal instantly overshadowed the dim street lamp, illuminating the nearby streets.

The few homeless people who were close, looking at the satchels of the three people, their eyes were full of light that was about to move, after seeing the movements of the two, the wolf-like light in their eyes disappeared instantly, lowered their heads, and returned to their previous lifeless appearance again.

Wang Hai only felt that his heart was full of helplessness.

Although he doesn't think he's a virgin, any normal person who sees such a scene can't bear to hold back the feeling in his heart that he wants to help the other party.

Not to mention someone like him, who has crossed over from the peaceful modern world.

"Tiffany!"

Seeing Wang Hai standing in place, as if he was still hesitating, Ezreal, who was walking in the forefront, turned around and shouted at him uncharacteristically: "This is the lower class of Zu'an! There is no mercy in this place! I don't want the kindness of a woman! That will hurt you!"

Wang Hai also understood what he meant, sighed again, lifted his steps and continued to move forward.

The weapons in the hands of Ezreal and Baker seemed to be a great deterrent to the homeless people on both sides of the road.

Although a few people still looked at them with greed in their eyes, they still didn't come forward to do anything after sweeping the weapons in their hands.

The three of them just walked all the way forward.

After turning a few intersections, a house that was much better than the dilapidated houses they had seen along the way appeared in front of the three of them.

"This is Ike's home base. ”

There were noticeably fewer homeless people in the vicinity, and there was no disgusting rancid liquid on the ground, so someone was supposed to be keeping it clean.

Ezreal didn't put away his gloves either, opened the gate in front of the courtyard, walked through the ruined garden, walked to the door, and knocked softly.

"Who are you?"

Just as he knocked three times in a row and no one answered, and just as he was wondering, a soft girl's voice came from the window on the second floor of the house.

The three of them looked up, and saw that there was no figure at the window, but the muzzle of a rifle poked out of the open window and aimed at the three people at the door.

"We're here for Ike. ”

Ezreal pursed his lips and raised his hands to the window on the second floor and said loudly, "You tell him that it was Ezreal who came to him, and he knows who I am." ”

"Ezreal?"

The little girl upstairs who didn't show her face seemed to have never heard the name of Little Yellow Hair, and there was a slight distrust in her voice.

After a short silence, the little girl withdrew her gun, but still did not show up, and said coldly to the three of them through the window: "Leader Ike, he is not here now, you should leave quickly." ”