After Li Zicheng waited for Ye Shengying to leave, he picked up the Hidden Blade that had rusted.

He first put it on his left hand and tried to activate the charm again to see if anything would happen to the Hidden Blade, probably not recovered yet, and the charm didn't respond at all.

But he noticed the characters on the charm, which were very strange, neither Chinese nor Latin, but some pictorial symbols.

Li Zicheng guessed that these should be wizards, but he was only unconsciously granted the power of wizards by Ying Jing, and he had no understanding of wizards at all.

Therefore, he decided to go to Chengjiang to take a stroll and see if there were any bookstores about wizards, after all, in this era when there were no mobile phones, no televisions, and no computers, these books about wizards were very popular, because after the northern and southern battlefields, there were also many legends about wizards among the people.

If you can afford to open a bookstore like this, business is usually good.

As soon as he said to leave, Li Zicheng got out of bed and asked the nurse for a set of civilian clothes and went out, because wearing a military uniform was too conspicuous, so as not to cause trouble.

Li Zicheng knew that these books about wizards were generally banned, so if he really wanted to buy them, he had to go to the outside of Chengjiang City, in the Chengjiang slum.

Li Zicheng came out of the hospital and walked through the well-arranged commercial buildings and the crowded entertainment street, which is the place where the wealthy gather the most in the city, and it is also one of the main sources of tax revenue in Chengjiang.

After these necessary roads, Li Zicheng finally walked to the gate of the city.

It was noon, and the June sun was also very strong, Li Zicheng walked from the hospital to the city gate, and felt the wound on his back being irradiated by ultraviolet rays.

Chengjiang City is not large, but it is also the same as the capital, there is a protective wall, but it is not as exaggerated as the capital, and there are no turrets and aprons.

In the hot sun, you can still see a few guards standing on the roof of the tower, patrolling under the nearly 40-degree sun to prevent some people from breaking into the city.

Not everyone in the city can live in the city, there must be a rental contract or real estate in the city, and the rent and housing prices here are not low, and the rental contract must be more than three years, or there must be a job in the city and some transportation personnel, business personnel and other workers, otherwise you are not allowed to enter the city.

Li Zicheng walked under the city gate and asked the guards to help open the door.

The city gate slowly opened, and rows of uneven houses appeared in Li Zicheng's field of vision.

He stepped out of the city gate, and the guard on the tower whistled at him and reminded him:

"Sir, are you going out like this without a bodyguard?"

Li Zicheng listened, waved his hand to him and said that he didn't need it, and walked towards the slum.

Before Li Zicheng walked into the slum, he smelled the rotten smell of corpses, mixed with a smell that Li Zicheng couldn't describe.

"Uh... I should have come out with a mask..."

Li Zicheng frowned, and said with an unbearable expression.

He endured the smell and walked into the gate marked "Chengjiang Civilian Concentration Area" and went to the streets of the slum.

Everything on the street can really be described as Hengmen deep alley, the narrow alley houses are all crowded together, so narrow that you can step from the top of one building to the top of another building.

The streets are not wide, and as long as the people on both sides of the buildings are full of clothes, the whole street becomes "dark".

There are also some makeshift houses, there is not even a complete tile, the street lamps that have long been rotted are also crooked on the side of the road, and you can still see a few vendors standing on the side of the road while walking, but generally the prices of their things there are not low, and in order to prevent someone from robbing them, there are a few big men on the side to help watch.

Li Zicheng walked down the street in clean and tidy clothes, attracting the attention of passers-by, because dressed like this, they were either businessmen who came to ship, or rich people in the city came out to experience "folk life".

As Li Zicheng walked and observed whether there would be a bookstore on the side of the street, a boy slammed into him, rushed to a shop selling bread slices on the side of the road, and then smashed the display cabinet made of glass with an iron rod in his hand, and then stuffed the bread slices neatly into the cloth bag around his waist like a repeat offender.

However, the "bodyguard" of the shop was not a vegetarian, and the three of them came up and knocked him to the ground, followed by a violent beating of punches and kicks.

The three of them did not strike lightly because he was a child, but kicked him in the stomach, and the boy was kicked until he vomited a mouthful of pus and blood, and they did not stop.

The boy cried in fear, struggled desperately, and cried out:

"Stop fighting... I'm going to die if I hit me again... Can anyone help me?"

However, no one wanted to meddle with such idle things, but left indifferently.

Li Zicheng on the side originally thought that they just wanted to teach this little boy a lesson, but he didn't expect that he would have to kill people, as a soldier, how could he sit idly by.

"Stop, stop it all!"

Li Zicheng stepped forward to stop him, and when the three saw that Li Zicheng was dressed cleanly, they felt that they were not ordinary people, so they stopped moving.

When the owner of the shop saw Li Zicheng, who had come out to make it, he knew that he was not from the slums, so he said to him:

"This kid smashed the glass of my shop and stole my slice of bread, are we going to stop if you tell us to stop?"

"How much does this glass cost? I'll pay you back, okay? ”

Li Zicheng leaned down and tried to help the boy up.

"Alas... Wait a minute, I haven't even said how much to lose, so you can help him..."

The owner of the shop touched the stubble on the side of his mouth and said thoughtfully.

Li Zicheng saw that the other party might want to blackmail him, although he was a little unhappy in his heart, he still said:

"You can tell you how much you want to lose!"

The shopkeeper first looked at Li Zicheng's dress, and said with a wicked smile:

"One hundred..."

"Do you really dare to say that?"

Li Zicheng scolded secretly in his heart: One hundred, it's really not a person, Lao Tzu's monthly military subsidy is only two hundred and four.

"What? Think it's low? Then two hundred! ”

Seeing that Li Zicheng hesitated, the shop owner continued to increase the price.

"Don't, don't... A hundred is a hundred..."

I didn't buy a book after going out of here, so I lost a hundred, and Li Zicheng reluctantly pulled out a hundred-yuan bill from the five in the wallet.

These 500 yuan were just given to him by Ye Shengying today, saying that it was the last military sticker before completing the task.

When the shopkeeper saw this hundred-dollar bill, his eyes seemed to fall out, he reached out and pulled the banknote over, and then rubbed it with his hand, checked the authenticity, and after confirming that it was true, he put it in the inner pocket of his clothes.

However, he still didn't seem to have any intention of letting the boy go.

He didn't know what to hint at the three big men with his eyes, and the three big men surrounded him.

"I... Lean"

Li Zicheng originally didn't want to make a big move in the slums, because he didn't want to provoke the local gangsters here, but in his current form, if he didn't do it, he might leave here penniless.

Because of the greed of people's hearts, Li Zicheng can't figure it out.