On the huge official road, there are countless ragged homeless people walking slowly forward, and the muddy ground is littered with broken bottles and cans.

Many scrawny old men fell into puddles of water, raising their hands to call for others to pull them along.

But before the hoarse voice could be heard, he was surrounded by the homeless people who swarmed behind him, and took everything from his body.

Only the old men, who were naked and could only freeze to death at night, let out hysterical wails.

In the chaotic crowd, there was also a black-robed Taoist priest covered in mud, who was following the crowd towards the town ahead.

This unkempt black-robed Taoist priest is none other than Lu Qing who came down the mountain.

More than ten days have passed since the day he went down the mountain, Lu Qing has been extremely bitter along the way, he has eaten wild fruits, slept in deserted temples, and if he meets someone, he will knock on the door and ask for some food with this Taoist robe on his body.

When he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, he went to the grave and stole other people's sacrifices.

While following the crowded crowd and looking down at his already cracked palm, Lu Qing couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

I have no place in this world at all, and I don't know when such a day will end.

However, he was not without gains, Lu Qing recalled the past days, this world and himself seemed to have no language barrier, and the written text was also in Chinese.

Along the way, he occasionally met a kind-faced farmer, so he went to ask someone to inquire about it.

Although he couldn't get much out of those people, he probably figured out his situation.

He is now in the territory of the so-called Datan Country, and the mountain where Fuqingguan is located is located on the border of the Datan Country and is called Lianshan.

Lu Qing looked at the archway in front of the crowd, which could already be vaguely seen, and couldn't help but squint his eyes, and started to plan for the future.

If you want to go home, you must rely on the power of ordinary people, the weirdness of this world is far beyond your imagination, but on the contrary, there will definitely be so-called famous and decent people.

What I have to do now is to find a place with more sources of information, to seek traces of these famous and decent people, and then find them and ask for ways to return home.

It was precisely because of this plan that when Lu Qing knocked on the door to beg for food a few days ago, he specially asked the family where the most people in the neighborhood was, and learned that it was a town called Dongguan, so he walked all the way along this official road.

But who knows, after only two days of leaving, he saw this kind of scene, Lu Qing looked around, looked at the hungry victims in front of him, and couldn't help frowning.

The victims were told that they had been brought here from a place called Loujiao in the country of Datan, where there was a fight, and that the local ditches were filled with corpses.

These people were afraid that they would be used as live meat and food by the military ruffians, so they fled from their hometowns one after another.

In troubled times, at this time, the viciousness of people is the greatest, and I don't know how many fights and fights I have seen along the way, Lu Qing looked at these disaster victims with empty eyes, and his hand pinched a cake in his cuffs.

He had asked for it from a farmer's house two days earlier, and he hadn't dared to take it out for two days.

Even if he was already hungry, Lu Qing kept telling himself in his heart that when he entered Dongguan Town, he would find a place where no one was there to eat.

Not long after walking, the plaque of Dongguan Town appeared in front of him, Lu Qing raised his head, and the red paint originally smeared on the tall plaque also became a little mottled under the wind and sun.

The view of the word, on the contrary, looks more like seeing the word.

Seeing the eyes of the victims around him light up, and then rushing into the town in groups, Lu Qing couldn't help but shake his head, he walked past the plaque and entered the town.

Sure enough, Lu Qing sighed secretly in his heart, all the shops in Dongguan Town were closed.

Most of those people knew that the victims were coming, and they were afraid that they would become thugs.

The victims rushed into the town, at first stunned by the deserted street, and then one by one they rushed to the doors of other people's shops, banging desperately, crying and begging for food to be thrown down.

But in this case, I am afraid it will be even more difficult to find someone to ask about the famous and decent family.

Thinking of this, Lu Qing frowned, a little worried, but at the moment this is not the first priority, there is no one here, he can also go to find a map, go to a place with more population, and then continue to ask.

Now I have to find a secluded place first and eat the bread hidden in the cuffs, Lu Qing moved his throat and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

He looked left and right to make sure no one was following him, and then walked down an alley.

"Mother, mother, wake up!"

A childish exclamation suddenly sounded beside Lu Qing, and he turned his head to see that on the steps of the shop beside him, there was a little girl with a dirty face and unclothed clothes, and next to her lay a woman with a pale face and unconscious.

The little girl's tears welled up in her eyes, and she kept shaking her mother and pounding her hand on the closed wooden door behind her.

"Sir, throw some food for my mother, she'll starve to death, please," the little girl cried out, looking up at her mother's head with all her might, and pouring some muddy water on her lips from the mud jar beside her, as if she thought that in this way she would wake up.

Hey, why do you want to let yourself see this kind of thing, Lu Qing scolded helplessly, his heart was full of mixed feelings at the moment, and his hand was squeezing the cake tighter and tighter in the cuffs.

Who doesn't have a mother, Lu Qing remembered the past, when he stayed up late every day to study materials, and every night his mother had to get up in the middle of the night and then get some soup for himself.

Now that I don't know what happened to my parents over there, Lu Qing's heart was sour again.

Then he looked around, then walked quickly to the little girl and squatted down, and before she could react, he shoved the bread in his arms into her hand.

"Hide it and don't let anyone see it! Wait until there is no one around, and then take it out and eat it. Lu Qing quickly admonished, and then got up and left directly, completely ignoring the shouts of the little girl behind him.

People will really go crazy with hunger, Lu Qing kept walking forward, he didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that he would take the cake back as soon as he turned around.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, it's a big deal to think of a new way by yourself, Lu Qing repeatedly muttered these two sentences in his heart, and he walked forward vigorously, without looking at the road at all.

Coldly, he slammed into the shoulder of a man in front of him.

With pain on his face, Lu Qinggang wanted to raise his hand to apologize, but found that the person didn't notice him at all, and there were countless similar victims standing here.

They all stood still, staring in one direction, as if there was some Manchurian banquet there.

What's going on, what's going on in front of you, Lu Qing was puzzled and stood on tiptoe, and then saw that in the open space in front of him, there was a stage with heavy eaves and corners, white background and red columns.

Is this going to be a singing, Lu Qinghu turned his head suspiciously and looked around.

In this place where the victims are flooded, singing?