He let the wind and rain beat on his face, and strode towards the street of the dead.

Several distracted, ragged men dragged a cart towards them, and they slowly squeezed a way out of the crowd with their heads buried in their weakness.

Liu Yu inadvertently glanced into the car, only to see more than a dozen corpses in the car.

The corpses were scrawny and scrawling, and their faces were horribly blue-black from the hunger they had before they died.

The cart laden with dead bodies staggered down the narrow road full of potholes and muddy water, and the muddy water splashed as the wheels ran over the potholes and sprinkled on the ragged men nearby.

Even so, these people have no intention of avoiding it in the slightest. They turned a blind eye to the dead bodies in front of them, as if they were used to seeing everything in the world.

Liu Yu's eyes fell on several men pulling carts, and asked, "Where is the body pulled and what are you going to do with it?"

Several men who had been struggling to pull the cart with their heads buried in their heads raised their heads in surprise and looked at each other a few times, their eyes full of confusion.

It's been a long time since anyone on this street of the dead cared about where the dead were going.

It took a long time for these men to come to their senses. Although they saw Liu Yu wearing an official uniform, they did not feel nervous and cramped because of this.

Here, the influence of the decaying Tang Dynasty is so weak that no one will look down on you because you are a court official.

There is only one thing that is convincing in this place, and that is food.

There is only one kind of person who deserves respect, and that is the person who has food in his hands.

Several men looked at Liu Yu indifferently, the damp single clothes clinging to their thin bodies, highlighting the outline of their ribs, and the ribs were neatly arranged in two rows, looking no different from skeletons.

One of them replied, "We are going to send these 'two-legged sheep' to the slaughterhouse, and if you want to buy some meat, you might as well come with us, and intercede with the butchers there later, and maybe you can get a piece of better quality." ”

Another interjected and added: "Yes, it doesn't taste good if you die too early!"

"How can human flesh be eaten, it's simply against humanity for you to do this!" Liu Yu said angrily.

The rain kept running down his chin, and the muscles on his face twitched, and his expression was extremely hideous.

"What do you mean, sir, that we poor people deserve to starve to death, and that we don't have anything to eat?" the men asked with a sneer.

Liu Yu was speechless for a while, of course he was not the Emperor Hui of Jin who "why not eat minced meat", but how easy was it to really let him find enough food to feed these people?

The strange skull poked its head out of the leather pouch around his waist at some point, staring at the dead body in the car and licking its tongue greedily.

Since it left the grassland, it has not eaten a large piece of a delicious human body, and the scene at this time evokes its distant memories.

It rolled its golden eyes and scanned the trailer men a few times, and the Tikka laughed out loud, startling the souls of the spectators.

"There's a ghost!"

A few men still had some strength, desperately pulling the cart to squeeze a way out of the crowd and fleeing away.

Compared to them, the ragged people around them did not even have the strength to escape, they only quickened their soft steps a little, but they could not escape this narrow street of the dead.

They don't want to run, or they only die faster when they do.

Liu Yu didn't make a move to stop the cart from leaving, he was as weak as a lamb just born from his mother's womb, and his eyes were full of endless confusion.

For this chaotic world, he only felt that his strength was as weak as an ant, and he had no ability to change the facts.

The monster tilted his head and stared at his master's chin and smiled. The laughter was very hoarse, much weaker than before.

Only then did Liu Yu move his gaze to the strange skull's face, and found that it had lost a lot of weight after these days of sleep, and the entire skull was only a piece of flesh skin clinging to the bone, showing the shape of a skeleton.

He was worried that the strange head would be ferocious in this crowded street, so he stroked the top of its head, gently pressed it back into the leather bag, and comforted: "Sleep a little longer, and we'll talk when we get back." ”

The monster struggled gently, and seemed reluctant to return to the skin, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make an incomprehensible strange cry, and finally had to succumb to the will of his master, and temporarily succumbed to the skin.

This scene was clearly seen by the eight hidden guards who followed Liu Yu, who had never known that Lord Zhengqing was still following such a monster.

Compared with the starving people with wooden faces around them, their demeanor was really not calm, and they were all so frightened that they turned pale and wanted to escape.

Even so, their feet were still firmly nailed to the ground, and they did not really escape from this street of the dead, from this terrible Lord Zhengqing.

Because they knew that to run away would mean to lose their job, and that they and their families would lose their food and clothing, and that they would sooner or later end up on this street of the dead after pawning their belongings.

The so-called fate is ridiculous reincarnation. The more you are afraid of something, the more it will come to you, and after a long circle, you will eventually come back to where you are.

Seeing this, Liu Yu smiled slightly, and he was already surprised by the horrified expressions of ordinary people when they saw the strange skull.

He pointed to the low hut in the distance, which was extremely densely crowded, and said to the two trembling eight subordinates: "Go, come with me and see, what kind of place is it?"

"Yes, sir!"

The eight people did not dare to disobey the order, and they were extremely envious of the brother who stayed outside the dead man's street to guard the horses, but they could only follow behind Lord Zhengqing in fear and fear.

They walked with their heads bowed and tiptoed through the rain, fearing that they might accidentally stain their shoes and trousers.

They found that the rainwater on the road had a faint reddish-brown color, and fine white foam bubbled out after hitting people's feet and corners.

The rain smelled faintly fishy and strong, and it smelled like a mixture of human blood and urine, which made people sick to their stomachs.

This street of the dead, which was already extremely chaotic, was even more hideous because of the heavy rain. But any normal person would not have the interest to stay here for a while.

With a look of disgust, they squeezed through the ragged crowd until they finally came to the low, crowded hut.

The moment they saw the house, they all opened their mouths wide, and their eyes were full of surprise.

It is a well-restored house, small but beautifully decorated. It may not be much in other prosperous places in Chang'an City, but it stands out in this dilapidated and chaotic street of the dead.

The plaque above the lintel is square, and the three gilt characters of "Cao Song Temple" inscribed on the plaque are particularly eye-catching.