Between the old moss-covered walls on both sides, there are clearly illegal buildings - septic walls made of decaying wooden planks made of stucco, forming shacks that resemble dog kennels, and even blocking some small alleys.

If it weren't for the perennially rainy and wet coast, where even buildings often have some purple-green slippery moss, then if you accidentally start a fire, you can imagine the results for the poor people living here.

Either it's going to be an "800-mile camp", or it's going to be a barbecue in the old part of a city – and it's all charred.

This made Chen Xuyuan hit a dead end and detour every time he walked.

If it weren't for the low-key concealment of his identity, of course he could go directly over it with the roof.

However, looking at the hungry and emaciated faces of ghouls exposed in the cracks of the doors and walls on both sides, carrying the desire for money and peeping, you can guess that there are probably a lot of gangster "rat" eyeliner here, and the leap from the height is indeed too eye-catching;

Most of these "rats" are young people who are struggling to survive by starvation.

At the bottom of the city, the lonely, widowed, lonely elderly and disabled people usually do not live long.

Some orphans who have lost their parents and struggled to come down will steal, rob and kill people at any time in order to get a bite to eat from a young age. Among them, the more ruthless clever ghosts joined the local criminal gang to keep warm.

When others grow up, they will eventually become - secret prostitutes, dock husbands, shavers, tailors, actors, butchers, bathers, pedicures, porters, gangsters, gangster eyeliner, etc., various styles of low-class people in the lower class of society;

Others are either too thin or too young to be left alone like stray dogs, rummaging through the garbage heaps after the city enters the night.

Some may be caught stealing the next day, or unable to pay the "protection money" of local gangs, and will be beaten to death and abandoned in ditches in all directions.

Human life can be said to be worthless, and it is somewhat redundant.

This slum can be said to be artificially created by the city's rulers – "urban waste dumps" to house urban "maggots" that affect the city's appearance.

Yes!

There is no tax output value, it will also affect the political performance of the officials and gentlemen, greatly increase the crime rate in the city, and compete with stray cats and dogs every day for the worst semi-rotten food, not to mention the dignity of human beings, they are not useless "maggots" at the bottom of the social class?

Chen Xuyuan asked himself that he had never had the attribute of a road idiot, but after being dizzy after being blocked by all kinds of irregular illegal buildings. simply found a few idlers on the side of the road~ sitting on the side of the street doing nothing, and used the international practice - copper to open the way.

It's not so unpredictable~

At last he had made a few turns along the correct wide dirt road, and a great number of signs of interlaced axles began to appear on the ground, and the distant cries of merchants and whips, men and women cries, began to move away from the dead slums, the dullness and silence born of hunger and weakness.

Boss Chen, dressed as a middle-aged businessman and passing by the disguise, continued to move forward with the human voice.

The road is starting to get better, at least the hard pebbles and broken bricks are exposed under the muddy road, and it seems that someone has specially trimmed and paved the ground to reinforce.

Until I turned out of the old alley on one side, I looked up and saw a huge big-character signboard in the style of an archway - it clearly said "Labor Commodity Wholesale Trading Market", which is really appropriate~ Aren't all "labor commodities" sold here?

Looking sideways to the left and right, Boss Chen found that there were various roads converging here on the left and right.

But if you weren't a local who was familiar with the roads, who would have noticed that there was a slave black market in this slum.

There was a strange noise all around, like the hoarse roar of a beast before it died.

The streets are full of slave goods of all races, but 90% of them are still humans, and they are kept in dog-like cages - iron thorn cages that can't stand up straight.

Only those high-priced goods with fine skin and tender meat will be better "maintained".

For example, in front of him is a relatively clean bluestone restaurant-like building [Hua Nu Chain Retail Store] - a sturdy hall covering an area of thousands of square meters. There was neither alcohol nor tables or chairs, only stacked iron lattice cages on both sides that looked like pet shops.

Females of many different races are waiting to be purchased in the store.

Some of the more expensive goods are washed and dressed up a little, and they sit in a glass room that resembles a telephone booth, sitting in a lifeless and motionless manner like a plastic mannequin.

In the corners of the "glass room" are a circle of simple carefully carved symbols, which are some magic circles that strengthen and control the slaves - not only to prevent them from committing suicide, but also to ensure that they cannot easily get out of the predicament, and some of these people have combat professional ranks - "valuable goods".

In front of the shop window, there are several neatly dressed decent men and women from wealthy families, who browse their human kind in a cage as if they were shopping, or casually chatting and picking with familiar clerks, or constantly haggling with the shopkeeper to buy their favorite slaves.

Among these people, in fact, most of them are high-ranking stewards among some wealthy merchants, nobles and wealthy merchants, and as for their masters~ naturally they will not easily come to such a dirty and undignified place.

Chen Xuyuan looked left and right all the way, trying to find those "snakeheads" related to slave traders, but when the dark luck skills were close to eavesdropping, he found that those tattooed gangsters who were bare-chested and breast-bared, leaning against the dark corners of the street, were all just thugs from local gangs watching the scene.

By the way, the little clerk of the financial company said~

He wanted to look for the entertainment place behind the black market, so he carefully observed all the way and continued to go deeper.

After passing through the bustling slave market, there is a world of wonder, and this is the orderly entertainment street of the Red Light District.

Halfway down the street, he walked outside the window of a "Sturley Adult Store" that looked like a modern lingerie retail store.

The spiritual sense he felt was keenly perceived—the abundance of mana fluctuations in it, the subtle and powerful mana, and the thick resentful aura between life and death, which was strange that had not been found on the streets of the road ahead.

Lao Chen thought strangely in his heart: How could an ordinary adult product store have such a strong fluctuation of death qi like a funeral home?

Even if it is to make those "advanced simulation activity vocal inflatable dolls" that the nobles want to use, they don't need such expensive necromancy~

And there are also one or two particularly strong resentful spirits.