Fonber was right, there were a lot of robbers in this area.

After walking a hundred miles, they came across two groups of road-cutting bandits.

In the past, Fonber would prepare surplus food to ward off these evil spirits.

Robbers have the rules of robbers, and they will let them go as usual after receiving "transit food", and they will not rob people of the house.

Despite this, all the way to Bloody City, you have to lose several bags of food.

This year, the tribe is in drought, and the taxes and grain paid by Feng Bo are far from enough, and if a few more bags are snatched away by the robbers, there will be nothing left.

Fortunately, Shi Bufan followed.

encountered robbers blocking the way, Shi Bufan solved it casually.

Most of these robbers are in groups of seven or eight, and there are no more than a dozen or twenty powerful robbers, and Shi Bufan can easily clean them up with a pair of fists.

If you use the giant transformation technique and show your casserole-sized fist, you will be so scared that the robbers will be able to win without a fight.

All the way, not a single grain of grain was lost, which made Feng Bo very happy.

Two days later.

Midday.

The ox cart successfully arrived at the Bloody City.

In fact, dozens of miles away, Shi Bufan saw the outline of Bloody Clothes City.

From a distance, a colorful behemoth lies across the ground, like an island in the ocean.

The island has gone through the vicissitudes of life, drawing traces year after year, until it becomes an abscess monster beyond recognition.

Huge!

Various!

The first thing that catches your eye is the long, tall, and thick city walls.

The city wall is made of a piece of boulder, three zhang high, one zhang thick, around the whole bloody clothes city in a circle, end to end, only leave the east, west, north and south four city gates.

Outside the city gate, there is a lot of traffic, and the river is endless.

Those who enter the city and those who go out of the city.

Businessman, farmer.

Ox carts and wagons, wheels rolling.

Men and women, full of voices.

At the gates of the city stood soldiers in armor and with swords, checking all the pedestrians entering the city, one by one, very strictly.

The exit from the city is unimpeded, and the entry into the city is lined up in a long line, and there is no end in sight.

The two of them arrived at the city gate at noon, and entered at dusk.

"Master Bing, we belong to the Dafeng tribe, and we are here to deliver tax grain. Font said, patting the ox cart.

The two soldiers carefully inspected the ox cart and grain, interrogated a few more words, and finally let them go.

Entering the Bloody Clothes City, a spectacular picture unfolded in front of Shi Bufan.

Facing him was a wide, clean street, paved with expensive bluestone slabs, like a straight green sword, which crossed the city.

There are many shops on the street, full of ancient charm. Inns, tea shops, taverns, taverns, cloth shops, blacksmith shops...... There are all kinds of dazzling, dazzling Shi Bufan.

Not to mention the vendors who walk the streets and alleys, there are all kinds of food, fun, watching, and listening.

Shi Bufan has been in the world for two months, and for the first time he has seen a big place like Bloody City, it is inevitable that he will feel like a countryman entering the city.

Feng Bo was much calmer than Shi Bufan, and introduced Shi Bufan while catching the car, he came once a year, not to mention how familiar he was with Bloody Clothes City, at least much stronger than Shi Bufan.

According to Fonbo, most of the houses in Bloodcoat City were built more than a hundred years ago, and they include the style characteristics of many tribes, which is very inclusive.

Shi Bufan observed carefully, and the first feeling was: high!

Layer upon layer, layer upon layer.

As far as the eye can see, there are tall towers, four or five stories low, seven or eight stories or even a dozen stories high, some built with stones, some built with wood, and some mixed with each other, each with its own style.

Because the Bloody City encompasses all the tribes within a radius of thousands of miles.

From the pedestrians on the street, you can also see one or two, some of them are tall and big, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, some are unusually short, and their heads are up to other people's buttocks, and some are full of spikes, and it is estimated that the ancestor is a hedgehog, and some have no arms, but have two more wings, flying around.

In Bloody City, only half of the people are normal-looking, and the other half obviously have the characteristics of "demons".

Of course, no one will discriminate against anyone, because the ancestors of all tribes are almost all demons, but they have different bloodlines and different inheritance abilities.

......

Shi Bufan was fascinated by it, and unconsciously walked through most of the street in an ox cart.

After turning into an alley, there were more and more cars traveling with me.

Most of them were ox-drawn carts with sacks of grain, apparently just like them to deliver tax grain.

At the end of the alleyway is a large mansion.

The courtyard is surrounded by high walls, heavily guarded, and there are huge cylindrical stone houses with the word "grain" written on them, and there are almost hundreds of them.

Feng Bo said that this is the granary of the Bloody Clothes City, and he comes here every year to pay taxes and grain.

After being inspected by the soldiers at the gate, Fonbo drove the ox cart into the courtyard.

Not many came at dusk to deliver food, and soon it was their turn.

The person in charge of collecting the grain was an obese middle-aged man, squinting his two small eyes and asking without raising his head, "Which tribe?"

"Lord Hui, Dafeng tribe. Fonter bowed.

The fat official opened the account book in front of him, checked it carefully, and said, "Dafeng tribe, you need to pay twenty bags of tax grain, do you have twenty bags in this car?"

Feng Bo sighed, "My lord, our tribe has a great drought this year, and there is almost no grain harvest, so we can only squeeze out five bags from between the teeth of the big guys, you see......"

The fat officer waved his hand impatiently, "I can't do this." ”

As he spoke, the fat officer summoned one of his soldiers and ordered, "Go and invite the young master to come, saying that there is something important." ”

The soldier trotted into the attic next to it.

After a while, I heard the men's scolding and the women's coquettish complaints, and then a young man walked out, dressing sloppily as he went.

The man was about twenty or thirty years old, with a thin body and a pale complexion, as if he had been coated with a layer of lead powder.

The white-faced man's spirit was very bad, his eyes were sunken, Yin Tang was black, his face was very bad, and half of the hair on the top of his head had fallen out, revealing a bright hall.

"Grandma, Lao Tzu is having fun with Hong'er, why do you have to call Lao Tzu out!"

The white-faced man scolded as soon as he opened his mouth.

The fat official hurriedly got up, "Young master, the Dafeng tribe has a big drought this year, and it is not enough to pay taxes and grain, you see ......?"

The white-faced man glanced at the ox cart, "How much should I pay?"

"Twenty bags. ”

"How much did you pay?"

"Five bags. ”

"Grandma's, you can pay as much as you want, not even one less bag!" the white-faced man said sharply.

Feng Bo stepped forward and knelt down and begged: "Young master, the Dafeng tribe has been in drought for half a year, and there is no harvest, these five bags of grain are still left over from last year, if you hand over twenty bags, I am afraid that many people in the clan will starve to death!"

"If you starve to death, you will starve to death, it's Lao Tzu's," the white-faced man sneered, "You must pay fifteen more bags of tax grain within half a month, if you can't pay it all, you will do it according to the rules of the bloody family, and use people to offset taxes!"

As the name suggests, the tax deduction by people is to capture the strong men of the Dafeng tribe as slaves, and the women to be maids or sell to kilns.

Feng Bo trembled with fright, hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the white-faced man's legs, and kept begging, "My lord, please have mercy on our whole clan, we all have to live!"

"Get out of here!" the white-faced man angrily kicked Font on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground and turning his head.

Fortunately, this guy has weak bones and no strength, otherwise Feng Bo will definitely break his bones and tendons if he is kicked.

"Bastard!"

The white-faced man was puzzled, and made up for it with another kick, aiming at Feng Bo's head.

This guy takes human life instead of human life.

Suddenly, Shi Bufan's figure flashed, blocking in front of Feng Bo, like a copper wall.

The white-faced man couldn't stop and kicked Shi Bufan in the stomach.

"Oops!"

Shi Bufan didn't move, but the white-faced man was shocked and squatted on the ground, grinning in pain.