I fear that in the place where the roar sounds, there is a high probability that something tragic is happening.

If it's a tragedy, then I'll have to intervene.

The doctrine we follow is that we will be saved by death.

If you don't save yourself when you die, it's a big taboo.

You may ask rhetorically, since you must be saved when you see death, why didn't I save the little devil when he killed Teucer, and why didn't I save the centipede when it was executing the living in the autopsy room?

Here I must explain that when the little devil killed Teucer, I didn't fail to save it, it was too late to save him, he was too fast, I was far away, and before I could open my mouth and shout "Slow", Teucer was already burping.

I wasn't there when the centipede was tortured, and if I did, I would have tried to stop it.

If I stop the little devil from killing Teucer and stop the centipede from pending, what will I do with Teucer and the people in the autopsy room where the centipede is located?

It's very simple, I'll imprison them first, and then I'll go about my business, and when the sea market is completely what I want it to be, I'll hand them over to the people they have the power to decide whether they live or die, and I can assure you that by then, the fate of these people will not be much better.

This is Haishi, this world has the rules of the game of this world, here, I can only do what I have to do, but I can't do everything I think is right.

That's right, I can also preach to the little devil and others, tell them what virtue is, tell them that people are inherently good, and let them be good people in the true sense of the word, and conform to the standards of the civilized world, but you have to understand one thing, if you put chicken soup for the soul like this in the sea market, it is a fart.

I'd like to talk about Eros here, in fact, I had a deep conversation with her at the Crystal Bar, but I deliberately ignored this plot because what we talked about was so depressing, and I didn't want it to be the main tone of the book.

But for now I feel compelled to talk about Eros's experience, which was so dark that I can only pick and choose what is more relevant to my ears.

When Eros was fourteen years old, she met a family in the middle of the road, in order to survive, she had to go to work in the aristocratic wind flower shop, in the first few years, she may have been just an ordinary waitress in the store, at that time her greatest pain was often beaten, nothing else.

After three or four years in the industry, she officially became the cash cow of that place.

In order to earn enough money to redeem herself, she can only constantly sell herself, it is hard to imagine how a strong person like her can survive from those years, yes, I used the word "survive", because the nobles here are simply demons, working in that kind of place, not only to sell their dignity, but also to endure inhuman torture every day.

Eros worked there for eight years, ransomed herself and used the rest of the money to rent an old arena that was the least favored at the time, but at the same time, she lost the ability to have a child.

I've tried not to make some things too dark, but now I'm tempted to swear, and you can't imagine how those nobles tortured Eros.

Just imagine, if you were to blame God in the most painful days of her love, saying, girl, why are you so unloving, what is the difference between you and an animal, and then pour chicken soup for the soul, and say, you can only love you if you love others with yourself, and you can only respect others with self-esteem, which will only make Eros more painful.

It's not that she doesn't want to have self-esteem, it's not that she doesn't want to love herself, she just wants to live, but the huge cost of survival has made her disqualified from pursuing these things.

Trying to survive by all means is the rule of the game in Haishi.

Obeying the rules of the game is your greatest mercy to the residents of Haishi, because you have no power to change the status quo.

Seriously, I sometimes really feel that those indiscriminate chicken soup for the soul is the most poisonous thing in the world. They don't care about your situation, they don't empathize with your pain, they think they're always right.

They seem to exist to make others think they are right, not to help others get out of trouble.

The howl came from the depths of the darkness again, this time more poignant than the first two, and my heart suddenly tightened, and I subconsciously increased the frequency under my feet.

A pungent smell of blood gradually appeared in the air, not pure blood, but obviously mixed with the smell of rust, which was even more pungent, and this smell was mixed with the stench and musty smell that was entrenched in the air, so that I could hardly breathe normally.

In desperation, I could only take out the mask from my backpack and symbolically cover my nose and mouth.

The mask that Eros prepared for me was basically useless, and even if I wore it, the pungent smell kept burrowing into my nose, but fortunately it could provide a little psychological comfort.

Fifteen minutes later, a mist of blood illuminated by the firelight appeared before my eyes.

In a clearing shrouded in blood mist, more than two dozen sturdy men with torches were running hard, and the flames swayed wildly with their steps.

Each man held chains in his hands, and the rusty chains were joined together like thorn branches, forming a huge web of chains.

At each node of this chain network, there are sharp pieces of iron embedded in them, and under the firelight, you can see that the tips of many pieces of iron are hung with fresh blood.

In the middle of the clearing, there were more than thirty unarmed women, who were now in a state of great despair, and as the chain network continued to move, their despair deepened.

As the men ran fast, the chain network was closing into a circle at a very fast speed, and the encirclement was still shrinking rapidly, and when the net circle was reduced to a certain extent, the women in the center of the clearing would be hanged.

I quickly glanced at everyone in the clearing, and with my spear in my hand, I whispered closer to the clearing.

During this time, my gaze crossed the mesh circle and landed in the left corner of the clearing, only to realize that it was the source of the smell of blood.

The bodies of a dozen women were piled up there, and a glazed-eyed man was holding a hose and washing the bodies with a fairly clear stream of water, blood spreading rapidly on the ground with the water.

The way the man washed the corpse seemed to be clear about some kind of material that was about to be stored, and the seemingly wooden face occasionally showed a satisfied smile.

"Let's stop, there's a tricky matter right now, and we need to solve it immediately."

At that moment, a high-pitched, hoarse voice sounded like a cat with its throat forcibly slit, screaming on the roof.