In the early morning, it is autumn, there are few people on the streets, the breeze blows, and the fallen leaves gradually turn yellow.

Feng Li walked through a remote alley, his feet on the stones, and Mo suddenly said:

[Master, there are mental power fluctuations underground.] ]

Feng Li frowned, his fingers paused slightly.

'Is that the man from last time?'

Mo was silent for a while, shook his head and said:

[No, it's very weak.] ]

Analyze the characteristics of this person. '

[The man is dressed in rags, his eyes appear cloudy, but they are sharp, and behind him sits a boy who looks like him.] ]

'Oh? There's a goal...'

Feng Li rubbed his fingertips, and his expression of forgetting to go underground was a little interesting.

[Master, but he's a slum marketer...]

Mo's tone was a little hesitant.

'Poor markets?'

[Yes, the people in the slum market are the lowest class of people who have been abandoned by society.] Sell coolies for others in it in exchange for a bite to eat. ]

'So why is it called a market?'

After listening to this, Mo paused and said:

[Because, some noble families have made it a hobby to enslave these people.] After paying a low price to buy it home, you can play with it at will. ]

Feng Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and spent 50 faith points to let Mo teleport it in.

Feng Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene around him was already different.

The dim light shone through a few holes in the roof, and he lifted his steps and walked forward, where there were one yellow-faced and thinnest man on the ground.

They thought that Feng Li was the son of a nobleman, and they all retreated in fear to make way for him.

Feng Li gave them a silent look and walked forward.

The front is suddenly bright, and the location is spacious, and it is decorated with various patterned lights.

Feng Li walked in and saw a group of men and women dressed gorgeously and wearing masks on their faces.

They sat in good seats and ordered their slaves to do things.

Feng Li walked into the darkness and made Mo conjure a delicate silver mask and put it on his face.

Then he stepped up and sat down in the corner where no one was around, looking lazily around.

'Ink, search for a specific location. '

[Yes, he's 10 meters diagonally in front of you, slowly approaching.] ]

Feng Li looked up and saw the ragged man being tied by a nobleman, and a little boy behind him was sobbing incessantly and chasing them.

"You bad people, let go of my brother!"

The little boy was dressed in rags and dirty fabrics, and his face was stained with mud for a long time.

"Stinky little brat! Get out of the way! He's the guy we have our eye on! We've got to buy him!"

The man with his hands tied was slightly pale, covered with ash, but it was not difficult to see that he looked delicate.

His eyes were clear and sharp, and he was pushed forward by the crowd, but he kept looking back at his brother.

"Xing'er, be good, my brother is just going to play with them, and I'll be back in a while."

The man turned around with difficulty, touched Long Xing's head with his big hand, smiled bitterly, and continued to walk with the group.

"Brother, don't go! Villain! Let him go!"

Long Xing quickly ran forward, biting the hand of one of them with great difficulty.

The man screamed, quickly shook Long Xing away, took out the knife in his trouser pocket, and grinned at him for a while, looking extremely terrifying.

"Little brat! Don't disturb the good things of the master! Otherwise, cut off the flesh on your body and sell it for money!"

Long Xing took two steps back in fear, and a pair of slender and white hands helped him up.

He looked up, and the figure in front of him was slender, wearing a black casual coat and a silver mask on his face, looking mysterious and noble.