Lu Ming waved his hand and hurriedly thanked him, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, this is already a good result, although the horse shed has some peculiar smell, but there are haystacks, it should be no problem to keep warm and moisture.

The wind outside the door was getting louder and louder, mixed with the crackling sound of raindrops falling on the roof, and a few thunderclaps from time to time, making a mess of the wind and rain.

When I went out, I saw the old man pacing back and forth outside the door, and the dim light hit his oily and swarthy face. His clothes were almost dry, except for the muddy water on his shoes, and it was obvious that he had been standing here for a long time.

Lu Ming's words just now were probably heard by the old man, and before he could explain his intention to the old man, the old man began to hold Lu Ming with his old wooden branch-like hand, constantly thanking him, and muttering that Lu Ming was the reincarnation of Tang San and helped the world......

Lu Ming had never heard such a thank you, and he blushed, but it was dark, and no one could see it.

The old man led Lu Ming all the way to the side of the official road, and next to the tree near the pipe, a few people could be seen under the slight fluorescence.

A few refugees lay under a tree, covered with several large, nowhere leaves, and covered with dirty mats underneath.

Lu Ming braved the rain and rushed to the side of a few people, explained his intentions, and asked a few people to go to the stable to take shelter from the rain, although it was not very comfortable, but at least it could be kept dry.

The woman looked at the infant and then at a small bulging mound behind her, gritted her teeth, and stumbled to her feet.

The old man hurriedly held the woman, and pulled the old woman up with one hand, and he couldn't see that this thin old man like dry wood had so great power.

The two of them hobbled towards the stables of the inn, and as she went, she looked back at the little mound on which she was lying, and a whimper sounded from her mouth. The old woman walked happily, and her muttering was not noisy in the rainstorm.

The pouring rain poured down from the sky and poured on everyone's heads, and the woman's hair was pressed against her face, her face was pale, and her expression was not very clear, and she could only see that the woman's face was covered with water stains.

Lu Ming looked at most of the wet mats, and estimated that a few people should not need them, but strangely the old man walked to the mat and picked up the mat.

Lu Minggang wanted to stop it, after all, the wet mat was not as effective as the haystack. If you use it, there is a high probability that you will get sick.

But I saw that the old man slowly picked up the mats one by one, and put them tightly on the small mound of earth, and covered the gaps with leaves. It seems that his treasure is buried under the small mound, and he is afraid that the heavy rain will wash away this treasure.

Lu Ming felt very strange, but looking at the faint fluorescence, the old man's expression was full of sorrow, and it was not convenient to ask, so he took a closer look at this small earthen bag, wanting to find some secrets from it.

If you look carefully at this small dirt bag, you can't see the characteristics of the soil clearly in the dark night. Walking in, on the other side of the dirt bag near the street tree, there is a small tomb door made of several bricks and stones.

What kind of small dirt bag is this, this is clearly the only male grave in this family!!

Lu Ming didn't think there was anything unlucky and terrifying, and a few people sleeping on the grave felt quite scary at first glance.

But if you look closely, it is the person who is avoided and feared by others who is the one they think about all night. In this stormy night, perhaps only the cold corpse can regain a little warmth for a few people.

"Let you see the smile, the little master should hurry back to the house to rest, it's not good to catch a cold in this wind and rain", the old man limped to the stable, still holding his crutches made of half branches.

As he walked, he also looked back to see if Lu Ming had followed up and returned to the post station. Lu Ming sighed, quite powerless, only feeling that one stone after another was pressing on his heart.

The old man walked very slowly, limped, and did not tremble under the rainstorm, and looked like a thin iron rod from a distance in the night, grinding off his body under the rainstorm, and his whole body was condensed with a marble-like luster.

When he returned to the hotel, he was already drenched, and the old man Lu was talking to the female store manager at the front desk, who was holding a baby, patting the baby and feeding the baby some warm water.

The baby was the child in the woman's arms just now, delicate like a porcelain doll, and I don't know why, the baby's swaddling clothes were not wet at all.

"Thank you, sister", Lu Ming hurriedly thanked the female store manager after he came back, although he didn't know the cause and effect of the specific matter.

But Lu Ming also understands that this kind of stormy day, even in the stable, with the appearance of this baby being sick, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive. In any case, it was this woman who saved the baby's life.

The medical technology of the Douluo Continent is not developed, but it is very developed, what is underdeveloped is the surgical drugs, and the surgical treatment basically has no technical means at all, and the developed thing is that the high-level healing soul master can cure almost all diseases.

However, ordinary people who are sick may not be able to afford to hire a healing soul master, and even if they can afford it, they are bankrupt and invite a low-level healing soul master to treat them.

Judging from the situation of these refugees, unless there is a saint like Zhang Zhongjing who is alive in this world, contracting a more severe wind chill is equivalent to death.

Lu Ming was wet, and he didn't stay downstairs for long, and after a few rough chats with Old Man Lu, he went back to his room.

The room is not big, but there is a place to take a bath, Lu Ming asked the female store manager for a few pots of boiling water, poured it into the wooden barrel in the room, and mixed it with some cold water, it felt warm to the touch, a little hot, and sank into it.

The barrel bath was quite comfortable, although there was no shower gel, shampoo or anything like that. However, the Star Luo Empire has a special essential oil.

It's not a good idea to say it's an oil, as it rubs on the body like soap, but because it looks like an oil, most people call it an essential oil.

Boys have always taken a bath quickly, and Lu Ming is no exception, although it is very comfortable, Lu Ming has not been bathing all the time. He'll have to dry his clothes later.

When he got the wet clothes, he was suddenly stunned, he didn't bring a change of clothes, so he couldn't go out naked, right? Although a six-year-old child goes out bare-bottomed for nothing, but he has a twenty-year-old soul living in his body, how can such a thing come out?

yes, why should I dry it? I can directly strip the moisture out of it, and even when it rains just now, I can control the surrounding rain to avoid me automatically.

Lu Ming has had this new perceptual organ since he used the first soul ring, but he left it behind at first glance, and he didn't pay attention to his new perceptual system, which was quite a bit like wearing glasses and looking for glasses.

Re-engaged in his new perceptual system, the moisture in his clothes, the rain and wind outside the window, and the occasional thunder and lightning in the clouds suddenly appeared in his mind.

He is like an extra pair of God's eyes, he can sense the height of a radius of 100 meters and the clouds of 10,000 meters, but his soul power cannot control things at a height of 10,000 meters.

Although he has a large range of perception, he can only control a certain range of matter around him at the moment. You can clearly feel that you are the center of the sphere, and there is a clear range that is used as a sphere to restrain you.

Lu Ming couldn't figure out how far this range was, but it should be about fifty meters. Substances beyond this range are almost uncontrollable.

Concentrate slightly, gradually peel off the moisture in the clothes, at first it is a trickle, as the moisture comes out gradually decreases, and finally becomes a piece of white mist.

Finally, after more than ten seconds, the entire task of stripping off the water was completed, and the clothes were completely dry, leaving only a water balloon in Lu Ming's hands.

Then, I peel off the excess water from the skin just now, leaving a little bit to maintain the shape of the skin.

Pouring the water from the wooden bucket into the drainage system and lying on the bed, I felt very comfortable, as if floating in the clouds.

Playing with the water balloon in his hand, what he saw and heard today kept popping up in his mind, and colorful soap bubbles exploded in his mind, spreading and entwining in his mind like crazy weeds.

The images of the refugees had been flashing in their minds, they had done nothing wrong, and they did not deserve such punishment. If there is a fault, it is that they do not have their own fangs in this cruel world.

But how is the absence of fangs a fault? The martial soul is predestined, it is a fixed thing since it was reincarnated, and it cannot be resisted.

In this world where the technology tree is crooked, the root of everything is martial soul and soul power. The so-called martial soul without waste, only the soul master with waste is just a big empty word.

If you don't have congenital soul power or first-level and half-level soul power, how can you change your life against the sky? They can only work diligently to make an ordinary life.

But this is far from the life of ordinary people, this is simply a caste system in another world, and the common people are the Shudra, they are not guaranteed by the law, and even their own safety cannot be guaranteed.

Even if there is no explicit provision that civilians are forbidden to marry with soul masters, there is a hidden convention that prohibits civilians from intermarrying soul masters.

After all, if a soul master marries a commoner, there is a high probability that the child will have no soul power, not to mention that the soul master and the commoner are obviously not from the same world.

On the other hand, the real commoners who intermarry with soul masters are just some pathetic and pitiful women who marry into other families as concubines. But the concubines are the private property of their husbands, and they don't even have human rights, just toys for those people's lust.

Just like the refugees I saw today, they also diligently want to live a happy life, three acres of land, two cows, and their wives and children are hot on the kang. But the sudden natural and man-made disasters shattered their happy life.

They can only pin themselves on the emperor, nobles, and soul masters who are high above. I hope that these people will be kind to them and be kind.

I hope that taxes will be lighter, that there will be less conscription, and that there will be less war. I hope that there will not be that soul master who has a crush on his daughter that day.

In ancient times, the Ming monarch loved the people like a son because this peasant could oust him from the throne. And how could a commoner with an iron hoe drive down a soul master nobleman with strange powers?

It is useless to pray, and people will only burn incense and worship the Buddha and pray for the goodness of others only when they are powerless. If you think about it, how is it that these people who burn incense and worship God are not another kind of suffering? Immersed in false hope, always hoping that God would save him.

Like a drowning man, he holds on to everything he can grasp around him, hoping that it will take him out of the sea of suffering......

Ay! What can I do? Even if these civilians were pushed to this damned emperor through the soul master, how long would they be able to establish a new system?

Defeating a soul master with the power of a soul master is nothing more than a wolf leading a flock of sheep to defeat a group of wolves, and until the head wolf dies, the flock without fangs is still food for the wolves.

What's more, I still have a family, I finally have a family and a bright future, this kind of thinking will ruin my current life if I am not careful.

Looking at the rainstorm outside the window, I was inexplicably a little irritable. got up suddenly, opened the window, threw the water balloon in his hand hard, and looked at the rain outside the window in a daze.

The wind blew, but I felt a chill in my body, the electric light flashed and flashed, and from time to time there were a few thunders and roars with the wind.

Lu Ming slapped the windowsill fiercely, closed the window, and blew out the oil lamp next to the bed......