Fang Luo looked at the vendors who sold food suspiciously, there was not much food in the last days, these people didn't fill their stomachs first, but used the only food to buy slaves.

It's a little weird.

He looked at Lu Wenjun.

"Shelters do not enforce the detention of survivors."

Lu Wenjun explained as he walked: "The shelter can come and go freely, and people who lack food can go outside to find food on their own.

So there are also strangers who come in from outside.

As long as they don't cause trouble, don't kill people, and follow the rules of the witch hunters, we won't care.

After all, they were also able to bring some food to keep the survivors from starving. ”

Fang Luo nodded slightly.

The witch hunters did not have enough supplies to feed them all, and they could not see them all starving to death, so they had to make this decision.

The situation now is similar to the beginning of the end times.

Gangs are everywhere.

However, with the constraints of the witch hunters, these supernatural people did not dare to torture and kill the survivors unscrupulously, which was much better than before.

The survivors at the beginning of the apocalypse have no human rights at all.

Strangers can kill if they want.

There is no slave contract, if you catch it, you will ......

"Look at that."

Lu Wenjun pointed to a vendor, who was signing a contract with a thin man, and after signing the contract, the man handed the rice in his hand to a boy next to him.

"I'm hungry, eat, Dad is going to work."

The man touched his son's head and walked after the vendor.

The boy didn't know what to expect, so he followed the man with a bowl of raw rice, eating it little by little, carefully.

Fang Luo looked at it silently: "What do they want slaves for?" ”

"Dig for treasure."

"Digging for treasure?"

Fang Luo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and asked curiously, "There are still treasures here?" What a way to dig. ”

"I guess there is."

Lu Wenjun paused: "You should know about the Gu clan, right?" ”

Fang Luo nodded.

"What does this have to do with the Gu Clan?"

"What they dig up is the treasure left by the ancient clan."

Lu Wenjun pointed in one direction and led Fang Luo over.

It's the direction the vendor left.

"A long time ago, human beings had an ancient civilization and many powerful abilities, but all of these ancient abilities were extinct."

Fang Luo bowed slightly.

Of course he knew that Long Bingxue had said that the ancient clan was destroyed by her master.

This also led to many descendants of the ancient clan, who hated the Fang family very much.

Not long ago, there were people carving words on the ruins of the Fang family.

"Although the ancient tribe perished, what they left behind did not."

Lu Wenjun stopped.

Not far away, a trader who had just bought a slave was chaining the slave's neck and directing the slave into a 2-meter-high light curtain.

The slave was a little afraid.

However, looking at his son, who was eating rice, he had to go again.

The slave took a deep breath, reluctantly glanced at his son, and then disappeared into the light curtain.

The vendor gently tugged at the chain outside, letting the chain enter the light curtain little by little.

He looked very nervous and excited.

There is a feeling of gambling stones.

A group of people watching the excitement next to him were also staring intently, cheering for the slaves.

But after a few minutes.

One end of the chain in the vendor's hand fell limply.

The people around sighed.

"Hey, another one died, the probability of finding the treasure is too low."

"The fifth one died today, right?"

"Do any of you know what's in there?"

"I don't know, but as long as I come out alive from inside, I will definitely soar. The last time someone came out of it, he was able to kill zombies directly. ”

"Fuck, wasting a bowl of rice." The vendors were very depressed.

He looked at the boy who was staring at the light curtain, holding the rice in his hand little by little and sending it to his mouth, and he was angry.

Kicked over.

"Eat, eat, eat, your father is dead and still eats, what a big filial son, a waste of Lao Tzu's rice."

The boy did not cry when he fell to the ground, but picked up the raw rice on the ground little by little, and ate it little by little.

"It's heartless."

The vendor cursed, and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the boy's head.

The next moment, though, an ice pick stabbed into the vendor's thigh.

The merchant fell to the ground and wailed.

"I didn't kill his father, why did you attack me. Didn't you witch hunters say that as long as you don't break the law, you won't hurt us? He glared at Fang Luo and the others.

Although Long Bingxue and Xu Yao all look like beasts.

But he was not afraid.

He knows witch hunters.

Witch hunters care a lot about fame and rules.

As long as they don't kill people or break the law here, the witch hunters can't touch them.

Many people with special abilities have taken this point accurately, and often test the bottom line of witch hunters, as long as they are not punished, they will have to make an inch next time.

"If you know the law and break the law, who will abide by your rules in the future." The vendors hugged their thighs and wailed and accused.

The others around were also whispering.

It seems that he didn't expect that the witch hunter would directly hurt people this time, and it didn't matter if a slave died in the past.

Because they all signed a contract.

As for whether it was because of the kicking boy, they didn't think about it.

It's all too common for such a trivial matter to be a gentle kick on a survivor.

"Rules?"

Long Bingxue's face was like frost, and his tone was unquestionable: "The rules of the little master are the rules." ”

"Throw it out."

Fang Luo's tone was flat, and he ordered a witch hunter.

Lu Wenjun was by Fang Luo's side, sighing in his heart.

It's still good to be young and vigorous.

Follow one's heart.

Although it seems reckless, it is a manifestation of strength.

It's not that the witch hunter didn't want to think about small things before, but he didn't have that much strength to care.

The vendor was carried straight out.

The other survivors and supernatural people on the side didn't dare to say anything.

Fang Luo was obviously not as easy to bully as a witch hunter.

They were in awe.

The boy glanced at Fang Luo, then continued to lower his head to pick up the rice on the ground.

Lu Su was ready to help.

However, Fang Luo shook his head and stopped her.

Lu Su was puzzled.

Fang Luo: "What he picked up was not rice, it was his father's life." ”

Lu Su paused, and couldn't help but glance at the boy more.

Originally, he thought that the boy didn't understand anything, but in fact, he knew that his father was dead, but he was strong and didn't cry.

He is not a wolf-hearted dog who only knows how to eat, he doesn't want to waste the rice that his father bought with his life, and there is no point in not letting his father die.

I didn't expect Fang Luo's heart to be so careful.

Fang Luo looked at the light curtain again: "When did this light curtain appear?" Can you really find a baby behind it? ”

"I don't know when it appeared,"

Lu Wenjun shook his head: "When the Führer built this place, there were already these light curtains.

It is true that someone has brought out crystals from it, both gold and silver. ”

Crystal?

And even a golden one?

Golden crystals were very rare, even Fang Luo himself didn't have much.

I haven't awakened many other abilities during this time.

It's because there are no golden crystals.

He asked the living dragon Bingxue, and she didn't quite know where the golden crystal came from.

But.

This is indeed a rare treasure for survivors.

……