There was regret and helplessness in her eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lord Ye, according to the records of the Tianlong Ancient Sect, this was once a place called Jinze City, famous for ores, once upon a time, it was also one of the most developed centers of trade in the Tianlong Ancient Realm, and the chambers of commerce in the major realms had stationed here, and the ore they exported was extremely pure, and in the major realms, there was once a grand scene where a mine was hard to find...... It's a pity that nearly a thousand years ago, because the environment and resources of the Tianlong Ancient Realm were becoming more and more depleted, not only did there be no minerals in Kanazawa City, but also gradually decayed along with other natural resources, and those outside chambers of commerce and forces left one after another, and later in order to survive, the local residents in the city who were a little more capable also moved out in large numbers, and Kanazawa City, which was once prosperous, became a ruin that no one cared about and disappeared in the yellow sand three hundred years ago. ”

The prosperity of a town must be due to the gathering of population and the transmission of resources, which complement each other and are indispensable.

Once one of the rings declines, even the once unprecedented giant city will gradually decline and eventually disappear from this world.

Ye Qingyu stood with his hands in his hands.

Even if he saw countless ruins and villages along the way, this ruined ancient city in front of him, in terms of scale and area, was definitely not smaller than Xuejing in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, but it was a pity that he ended up like this, which made him sigh again and again, since he came to the Heavenly Dragon Ancient Realm, Ye Qingyu's heart was unprecedentedly heavy.

The lifespan of the realm is so terrifying.

If that day really comes, will the Heavenly Desolate Realm also become like today's Dragon Ancient Realm, and will the creatures in the Heavenly Desolate Realm also struggle like the human race in the Heavenly Dragon Ancient Realm, waiting for the end to come in despair?

In Ye Qingyu's heart, there was only sigh and compassion.

The crowd continued on their way.

After another stick of incense.

It is still in the middle of the desert, and the wind and sand are bleak.

Ye Qingyu stopped again.

This time, it was not the ruins of the giant city that appeared in front.

It's a small village that looks completely abandoned.

The reason why Ye Qingyu stopped was because this village was located on the edge of the desert, and the wind and sand that arrived here were relatively much less, around the village, there were some bowls the size of mouths, which seemed to have been weathered, but there were still some trees with roots left in the sand, which were too many times smaller than the ancient city of Kanazawa City before, and less than a radius of several miles, but because of these remaining tree branches, Ye Qingyu's eyes lit up, and he seemed to feel a wisp of life.

Qin Hui on the side was also happy in her heart.

Could this be a surviving Terran village, and maybe there are still living people in the middle of the town?

Several people slowed down, and with hope, they walked deeper into the village.

Along the way, he found that the dwellings of the whole village were extremely simple, only about a few dozen, and they were all built with simple rock blocks, although they were dilapidated and shabby, covered by wind and sand, but the degree of damage was small, obviously in recent years, there were still people living here, but along the way did not meet any people, those houses were empty, not even the door panels, and the houses were also half filled with yellow sand......

"What about people?"

"It won't be ......"

In Ye Qingyu's heart, a trace of unhappiness floated.

He didn't observe with his sense.

It's just that I don't want to do that...... Maybe it's because he hasn't given up yet, and he hopes to find a living person by luck.

Walked for a while.

Ye Qingyu's footsteps suddenly stagnated, and his whole body was inexplicably stiff.

Qin Hui and Luo Yi, who were unknown behind him, as well as the dumb dog Xiao Jiu, were all slightly stunned, and they all took a few steps forward, and they were immediately stunned by that scene.

Less than fifty meters away from them, there was a well made of yellow rock blocks.

And around the well, there are dense dried corpses.

Among these corpses, there are young men and women, as well as old people and children, some have gradually become shriveled under the influence of the wind and sand, and some have revealed some of their bones, although they have been dried, their faces are still faintly recognizable, some of their expressions look very hideous, as if they are struggling for something, and some of the eyes have been dry and dark, but they seem to reveal a strong desire in the bottom of their eyes, and some of the old people who look old, but on their faces are endless despair and pain.

The only thing that is the same, is that these dead people are all Terrans.

And they are basically ordinary people who don't have the slightest breath of Yuan Force.

Ye Qingyu took a few more steps forward.

At a glance, he found that the dead villagers were still clutching some broken ceramic clay pots and some rough embryo bowls made of yellow clay, and everyone, whether they were men, women or children, seemed to be crawling in the same direction at the last moment before they died, and it could even be said that they were trying their last strength to move their bodies and get closer to that direction.

And the direction that those corpses pointed in unison was the well in the center of the village.

Next to the well, there are also densely crawling with all kinds of dried corpses, hundreds of them, stacked up and down, like a hill, this kind of scene is simply miserable.

"These people are dying of thirst. ”

Ye Qingyu had already guessed something.

He walked over and came to the ancient well, and when he looked at it, he found that the well was more than 30 meters deep, far beyond the ordinary well, but there was no water below, and the sediment at the bottom of the well was slightly wet, but it could no longer produce water......

Ye Qingyu was sad and indignant in his heart.

At this time, his divine consciousness was finally covered, and the appearance of the entire village was reflected in his mind.

The village is not big, less than five miles in radius, dozens of wells, different depths, others have been completely dried up, only this central well, the bottom of the well is slightly moist, it is conceivable that the people in this village, persevered to the end, insisted to the last well, the men, women and children in the village gathered in front of the last thousand-year-old well, hoping that God would have mercy, this ancient well that had blessed the village for thousands of years could produce water again, but unfortunately fate was ruthless, they were finally thirsty and hungry to death by the well...... The whole village was wiped out.

Looking at the condition of these dead corpses, Ye Qingyu can probably guess that the last villager should have died half a month ago.

If only I could have come a little earlier......

Ye Qingyu blamed himself a little, but he was helpless.

The saint's supernatural powers, in front of the power of heaven and earth, seem a little weak after all.

The villagers of this village, kind and tenacious, before dying, they still keep the order, in front of the last water source, there is not the slightest chaos of killing and scrambling, if you look closely, you will find that the dead on the edge of the wellhead are old and frail women and children, young and prime, are ranked behind, in the last moment of life, they still adhere to the virtues and limits of the human race, the chance to live, to the weak.

This is what shocked and saddened Ye Qingyu the most.

They are just ordinary people, why can't such good people survive?

And those rebellions of the Heavenly Dragon Ancient Sect, those careerists and traitors, are alive and well?

Ye Qingyu looked at the vast world from afar, and the murderous intent in his eyes was like thunder and lightning brewing.

"One day with a knife in hand, kill all the dirty dogs in the world!"

Ye Qingyu made a grand wish.

At this moment, the Heavenly Dragon Ancient Realm Heaven and Earth changed color.

A hurricane blew, rolling up the yellow sand like a wave, submerging the entire village in it, the ancient well and the corpses, all buried below, Ye Qingyu took Qin Hui and the others away, a hundred miles away, still looking back, sighing and praying secretly in his heart: "I hope you can rest in peace!"

......

The desert is vast, vast and mysterious.

You can never guess what kind of history and civilization were buried under the long sand.

Just when Ye Qingyu was feeling murderous because of the tragic situation of that nameless small village, about five thousand miles away from Yu Ye City, the destination of their group, there were also people waiting in the ruins of an ancient city.

The ruins of this ancient city, standing on the boundless Gobi, are like a giant abandoned by the times but still standing proudly, although it is already a ruin, but you can still feel it carefully from those cracked city walls, from the rock wall full of cracks, the wind comes, and the yellow sand that goes away with the wind, you can hear about the prosperity and glory of this giant city in the past.

The dilapidated gatehouse has long been weathered, and on the collapsed rocks and broken stone walls, you can still vaguely piece together the solemn and magnificent characters of "Lifeng City".

It's called Li Feng City.

More than 2,000 years ago, it was once a giant city with abundant water and grass, abundant products and a thriving population.

But now it is just as famous as Kanazawa Castle and the giant city that was once just as prosperous and famous, almost buried in the yellow sand. Like an old man who is about to rot wood, the lonely city of Lifeng standing on the Gobi has become an ancient city ruins that can only wait for the wind and sand and dust to gradually bury itself completely and be forgotten by history.

The north of the city of Lifeng.

Next to a low, semi-curved building, hundreds of haggard-looking Terrans gathered.

Among them, there were old men with gray hair, covered in loess, ragged clothes, and withered faces, and women whose faces were covered with dust, and whose skirts were already tattered, and whose shoes almost covered the tops of their feet, and children who hid in their mother's arms and wept because of their sallow faces, and whose lips were torn and bloody, because of hunger and thirst.

"Mom...... I'm thirst......y," a little boy of about four or five years old curled up in his mother's arms, as if whispering, and thirsted weakly.

"Bear with me...... Uncle Luo, they're coming back soon...... When I come back, there will be water......" The mother gently soothed, her eyes were a little hollow, looked in the direction of the door, and then gently kissed the child's cracked lips, as if she wanted to feed a little saliva to moisten his mouth, but at this moment her lips were already chapped, and her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak clearly, as if there was a fire in her throat, constantly smoking.

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The end of the fifth watch.