The fluorescent glow from the puddle of sewage under the wall illuminated the girl's face, and although the light shimmered and dimmed, it could still be seen that it was a very young, beautiful face, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a rare delicate snow-white skin, enough to make most women jealous and want to stab her face a few times.

After only staying for less than a second, without waiting for Xiao to answer, the girl stood up and ran deeper into the alley. After running more than ten meters, she suddenly let out a scream that almost punctured her eardrums. In the slightly noisy night, the screams were heard far away.

Then in Xiao Yehan's induction, the three cold breaths that were originally rushing in his direction stopped, and then chased towards the place where the girl fled in the opposite direction.

In the black alley, the figure wrapped in a black felt blanket suddenly moved, Xiao lowered his head and slowly lifted up, took out a swaddling cloth from under the blanket, and the edge of the rag exposed half of his palm, seeing that the immature silhouette obviously belonged to an underage child, but the skin was ice and smooth, a little dazzling, and it was out of place with the surroundings. And in the low-hanging blanket, there was a pale blue light, and it was his eyes, silently watching the infant child. The child was neither crying nor making trouble, and a pair of big purple eyes were also looking back at the deep blue light. It was a girl, only three or four years old, with a straight nose and skin as clear as the finest cheese. The small lips also have a rare knife-like line. All in all, she's very pretty.

He blinked, and the blue light on the baby girl's face flickered a few times. Finally, he reached out and opened the tightly wrapped swaddling clothes a little, so that the girl could also hear the sounds around her, and hear the mournful screams of her only relative, the young girl, before she died.

The baby girl's head tilted slightly, her ears twitched and trembled, and she took in all the sounds around her, and listened very attentively, as if she wanted to record all the bloody cases that happened tonight.

He didn't know what it was for, but he hoped she would remember a little bit, but even if she couldn't, it didn't matter, he would

They're going to grow up, they're going to have power, so one day, he's going to bring her back and change the world, and before that, he's going to raise her

A flash of fire rose into the sky, and with the billowing smoke drifting away, there was a foul smell of burnt paste. The fire was raging, occasionally rushing more than ten meters into the air, and the light of the fire at this time could even dispel the darkness in the alley for a moment.

In the middle of the alley, it was empty, and Xiao and the girl were gone.

The sun rises as usual. It's just that the city has no trace of life and has been annihilated in history.

He didn't dare to stay in that big city, because taking one more second would be infinitely close to death, and after a long journey, he finally saw a new dawn.

Although it is only a small town in its infancy, it is enough to make the boy who lives in the hellish wilderness feel a touch of heaven.

Loud noises broke the silence of the early morning. An old man in his fifties was pounding an empty iron pipe stuck in the ground, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Get up, bunnies! Let old Bellman see how lucky there are left today!"

More than 100 people jumped up from the ground and ran towards this direction, but at a distance of five meters from the old man, these people automatically stopped, as if there was an invisible boundary there, so that they could not take a single step forward. There were a few people in the crowd who didn't know what was going on, and they were still desperately squeezing forward. Several strong men around him immediately scolded: "The newcomer is in the back! What are you squeezing?" Before those people could react, they had already received a few heavy punches in the face, and they fell to the ground involuntarily. The people around him immediately punched and kicked each other, showing no mercy. After a while, the strong men threw a few newcomers who were beaten to the outside of the group, and spat out a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm in hatred.

Old Bellman had long been accustomed to these tyrannical acts, and only shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He wore a completely dull leather jacket with a coarse cloth shirt made of fine dark red checkered, a pair of jeans with some motor oil sticking to the bottom, and a pair of high-waisted military boots on his feet. Compared to the outcasts around him, who dressed like beggars, old Bellman was a king, and he was indeed arrogant like a king. On his chest, a silver badge was pinned with a distant city in the background, and a rumbling tank in the center. In the sun, the badge shines brightly and is very eye-catching. Hundreds of eyes fell on the badge from time to time, some fear, some envy, and more of it was the greed of the thin wolf.

In the face of hundreds of wild wolves, old Bellman was not afraid at all. He stood behind a table welded of angle iron, took out a few cans with unclear trademarks from the wooden box behind him, threw them heavily on the desk, and shouted at the top of his voice: "The old rule! 100 catties of ore for 10 coins, the price of food is the same as yesterday, you bunnies are cheaper, and there are even a few cans today, it's up to which of you can take them! Don't squeeze them, come over one by one!"

These people already knew the rules, lined up, and walked to the iron table one by one. Like a butcher picking up cattle, old Bellman glanced at their physique, skin, and countenance, and casually commanded, "You can, go over there and get something to work!" or "You can't!"

The homeless man who got permission immediately trotted to the nearby tool pile, picked up the iron pickaxe, put it on his back basket and ran to the mine a few hundred meters away, for fear that if he slowed down the slightest bit, he would be regarded as a useless person by old Bellman, and say the terrible "You can't do it". Those who already had experience walked without hurrying, and looked as if they were in their own yard, knowing that this work would take a whole day, and it would be unwise to waste their energy on running.

"Why can't I!" a thunderous roar drew everyone's eyes back. A strong black man who was more than 1.9 meters tall and looked like a mountain bear pounded the iron case vigorously and roared at Old Bellman.

Old Bellman took out a clean handkerchief, slowly wiped the saliva that had been sprayed on his face, pointed to a bowl of ulcers on the black man's chest, and said slowly: "You have been corroded by the poisonous mist! Let you go down the mine, you will infect all my mules, and if my mules are all dead, who will work for me then?"

"I can work! I want food, I have three children to raise!" the black man did not listen carefully to what old Bellman was saying, but kept roaring, and the iron case rumbled.

Old Bellman frowned, and gestured behind him as he straightened his thick beard. Hearing a bang, the black man's screams suddenly stopped, and he looked in disbelief at the sudden hole in his chest, his throat hissed, but he could not speak.

Behind Old Bellman, a bald man pulled the trigger of the double-barreled ****** in his hand again, and with another loud bang, hundreds of grains of iron sand slammed into the black man's chest, doubling his wound and completely piercing his broad chest. This strong man was wearing a crumpled black suit and several holes, obviously I don't know how many years ago antique goods. Behind old Bellman, there were three such strong men.

Old Bellman wiped his face and said to the air in front of the iron table, "And,, your saliva stinks!"

There were still more than a hundred homeless people who had not entered the mine, and their eyes were much less greedy and more fearful. A few people came over and dragged the body of the black man away, throwing it a few hundred meters away. It won't be long before the rotting wolves and vultures, smelling of blood, will eat his corpse so clean that not a single bone will remain.

The line in front of the iron case quickly shortened, and before dawn most of the displaced people had already descended into the mines, and those who were not selected walked in the direction of the town to see if they could try their luck there.

"There are more and more sick mules, and this month's share is a little enough......" Old Bellman muttered, and stood up, straightening his aching back. His lazy waist was only halfway extended, and his movements suddenly stopped, and then he leaned forward with his hands on the iron case, looking at the boy in front of him who was just a head taller than the iron case.

The child was wrapped in a blanket that was so dirty that it was impossible to see its original color, and his face and hands, as long as the exposed parts were tightly wrapped in strips of cloth, and only one left eye was exposed, and he looked at Bellman quietly. The kid looked like he was no more than eight or nine years old.

Originally, old Bellman would never waste a little effort on this kind of obviously unqualified homeless people, he was not a charity, maybe it was the blood he had just seen made his heart a little soft, maybe it was the worry about the lack of labor this month, maybe it was the child's eyes, anyway, he hesitated, and even asked, "You also want to work?"

The child nodded.

"Very well, boy, go over there and get the tools. Like everyone else, you can get ten cents for digging up a hundred catties of ore. This is the greatest benefit for you. Well, you don't have to worry, at least you don't have a stench, old Bellman's nose is very smart. Go to work, finish it early, fill your stomach early, and when you can't do it anymore, go to Pete the lame, and he will tell you how much money you make and how much you can get for food. ”

In the midst of old Bellman's nagging, the boy carried an iron pickaxe that was almost higher than him, picked up the basket that almost touched the ground, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the mine.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Old Bellman shook his head. He suddenly turned his head and asked the strong man in the black suit who was following closely behind, "Am I particularly wordy today?"

In front of this somewhat nervous old man, the black suit, which was as strong as a cow, involuntarily took a step back and shook his head quickly, forcefully, and resolutely.

Old Bellman laughed dryly and said, "You are very smart, so I made you the head of the guard." But you must always remember that I am the master of this place, and I can let you kill those wild dog-like homeless people at will, and I can also make you a dog tomorrow. And the older people are always a little weird, you just have to do your part, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Bellman. ”

"You should call me Lord Bellman!"

"Understood, Lord Bellman!"