Chapter 2777: A Ruined Town

The sun sets.

The golden afterglow shines on a dilapidated medieval town, giving this ancient town a light golden coat.

The town wall has long been mottled, and the stones are covered with moss and weeds, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

The city gate was tightly closed and stained with rust, as if it would collapse in the wind at any time.

The two guards were so thin that they didn't even look at anyone passing by.

Lazy is the best way to describe them.

He even stopped trying to extort money.

One day to mess around.

The streets in the town are also narrow and winding.

Most of the houses on both sides were in dilapidated condition, the tiles on the roofs had long been broken, and the walls were full of cracks, as if they would collapse at any time.

The streets were dusty and full of filth, with heaps of sun-hardened dung and garbage everywhere.

No one cleans, no one takes care of it.

If you put it in the countryside of Daming, it will definitely be the best compost.

In the Song Dynasty, "men carrying dung loaders would empty the toilets for other women every day. They didn't have any objections to the monks, but they just hated the lack of stuff in the toilets." There were often dung toilets on the roadsides, and they were rented out to wealthy households in the countryside.

But even though dung piles were so important, in the big cities of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, hygiene became poor.

There are not many public toilets and people tend to defecate on the roadside.

It’s not that farmers don’t want those fertilizers, it’s just that there is no organization, and only a few dung heads can open toilets in the city.

But their power cannot cover the entire city.

And because the Ming and Qing Dynasties were extremely restrictive and sensitive to personnel movement and organization, the dungsters could only do things on a small scale.

As a result, a strange phenomenon emerged: on the one hand, dung piles in the countryside can be sold at high prices, and rural households are scolded for picking up a pile of dung.

However, on the other hand, in big cities, there is excrement everywhere, people defecate and defecate randomly, and the hygiene is poor.

Even in The Red Mansion, Jia Baoyu was described as standing directly after walking over the rocks...

This is a serious waste of production materials caused by lack of organization and deliberate suppression by the government.

If we don't talk about feudal backwardness, the backwardness lies in "it is obviously a good thing, but they themselves don't let the people organize themselves to do it."

And so does this town.

Occasionally, there are a few thin dogs foraging on the dung piles and garbage dumps on the street corners. Their eyes are full of vigilance and uneasiness.

In the center of the town, an ancient church stands quietly.

The church's spire has collapsed, leaving only half of the wall. The murals on the wall have long been blurred.

The faintly visible statue of the Virgin shone faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

There is only one old priest in the church, who is dying, just like this town.

The bell tower has stopped ringing its bells long ago, and the bells no longer echo in the sky above this town.

Only the whining sound of the wind echoed through the empty streets.

The old priest leaned in the bell tower and basked in the sun.

He thought again of the prosperity before the monster came.

At that time, the town was a commercial thoroughfare.

The carriages of counts, viscounts, barons, and big businessmen often passed by here and rested here.

Here, you have to pay a lot of gold coins to be a priest.

The guards at the city gate also need to be backed by well-known figures to be able to serve as guards.

The city was busier back then, and certainly dirtier.

The dung piles were all fresh, unlike now, where they are all old.

Most of the residents in the towns are sallow and thin, and their clothes are in rags.

Exhaustion and despair were written on their faces.

They had nothing to do, gathering in twos and threes on the street corner, chatting in low voices, their eyes revealing confusion and helplessness about the future.

They don't know what to do.

I can only make ends meet by relying on my old business.

Blacksmithing, textiles, fur...

Only some ignorant children were still chasing and playing among the dilapidated houses.

Their laughter echoed in the empty streets, as if it was the only life in the town.

The old priest sighed after watching this scene and was about to go back to sleep. Then he saw five strangers coming to the city gate in the distance.

They were dressed strangely.

Wearing a thick cloak, a big hat, and tall boots.

His whole body was full of suspicion.

In the past, when such people appeared, the people in the town would come out and question them.

However, now, the two city gate guards ignored them. They just looked at them a few more times and let them enter the city gate casually.

The old priest didn't care.

This town is dying.

Everyone knows that the difference is just this year, next year, or the year after.

People who can afford it are moving away.

Those who are incompetent will wait here to die.

When the day comes when even farmers from the countryside stop coming here to sell things, then it will really be dead.

The old priest watched the five people come in, and their voices came from a distance.

"This place is so run-down. Will monsters come here?" A girl's voice came from among the five people.

"Don't talk too much, wait until I get good information." Lin Feng ordered.

"Oh, I understand." The girl nodded, then looked at the ghost again.

The ghost, on the other hand, was expressionless.

In this way, everyone walked all the way to the center of the town.

There was a shabby tavern there.

It used to be a very popular entertainment place for town residents.

However, it has long since collapsed.

The door panels of the tavern have long since rotted and the paint on the doors has peeled off.

Only the four words "Happy Come Again" were vaguely visible, flickering faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

There were tattered curtains hanging on the windows of the tavern, and through the gaps in the curtains, you could see the scene inside the tavern.

At this moment, there were still some people inside.

The interior of the tavern was dim and crowded.

The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and tobacco, and various sour and smelly smells, making people think of this place as a slum.

Normal merchants would not tolerate this.

Unless it was a port tavern that entertained those sailors, there would be no scruples.

Because only those sailors would not care, as long as the price was cheap enough and the amount of wine was enough.

At this time, several shabby wooden tables were placed casually, filled with wine bottles and wine glasses.

The dark yellow wine in the wine glass was shining under the light, and I didn't know what was mixed in it.

The five people pushed the door in, but the door fell off all of a sudden.

This made Warrior No. 1, who pushed the door, feel very headache.

"I didn't use any force."

"It doesn't matter, it should have fallen off long ago." Someone in the tavern said.

"Hahaha, it should have fallen off long ago, just like here." Someone else laughed.

Five people walked into the tavern.

They looked at the tavern and saw seven or eight drunks sleeping on the table in the corner of the tavern.

There was also a lonely man in a black cloak in the corner, and there were a few homeless people next to him.

These people did nothing but drink there.

You know, it was just dusk now.

The drunks' faces were full of alcohol, and saliva was hanging from the corners of their mouths.

The tavern owner was a short and fat Western man.

His withered face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes revealed a hint of cunning, a hint of fatigue, and a hint of despair.

He was lazily pouring wine for the customers.

His movements were skillful and quick, as if he had long been accustomed to all this.

But every time he poured wine, he would say: "This cup is 20 grams of copper!"

The drunkards just waved him away.

And the tavern owner left.

His voice was hoarse and low, as if he was also sighing for the ruin of the town.

Lin Feng walked to the counter and found the boss.

He threw a few large silver coins in his hand.

The boss suddenly had hope in his eyes and quickly picked up the silver coins.

"Hello, respected kind gentleman, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Is there anything strange happening here?" Lin Feng said.

The boss thought for a while and said, "If you want to talk about strange things, it happened ten years ago."

A perfect version of the book in 1619!

"At that time, a large group of rats ran out of the mayor's house. It was a busy market at that time, and a baron was buying goods at the market."

"Crazy and hungry rats attacked and ate half of the people in the market."

"Since then, this place has been recognized as an ominous demon land."

"The town has been ruined."

The five people looked at each other and immediately showed interest in their eyes.

Before coming here, Lin Feng determined through special means that this world is the next world that the incense monsters want to open up.

Now it seems that this is very likely to be true.

Because the people here are in despair, they need a kind of salvation.

It is easy to invade with incense at this time.

...

At the same time.

In a corner of the tavern, the ragged homeless people were sitting together, talking in a low voice.

Their eyes were full of vigilance and uneasiness, as if they were discussing something secret.

One of them suddenly stood up, his eyes swept across the tavern, and finally fixed on a table in the corner.

At the table, there was another mysterious man in a black cloak.

After the five people came in, the mysterious man did not move, and was still drinking slowly.

He wore a silver mask on his face, covering his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.

There was a hint of indifference and mystery in his eyes, as if he was observing everything in the tavern.

The poor homeless people finally walked towards the mysterious man with courage.

The five people's eyes turned immediately.

In fact, they noticed these people at the beginning, but they didn't alarm them.

When the homeless man approached the mysterious man, the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense.

The drunkards even sobered up.

Their eyes were all focused on the mysterious man.

The mysterious man looked at the homeless men.

He seemed to want to find something from them.

His body leaned forward slightly, his hands crossed on the table, his fingers slender and pale, as if hinting at his identity and power.

"Hello, sir, we came here because of God's... revelation." One of the homeless men said.

His words were vague and unclear. If Lin Feng was not very powerful, he would not be able to hear them clearly.

"Hehe, tell me, what do you want?" The mysterious man said lightly.

"We want to... kill you!" Suddenly, one of the homeless men pulled out a dirty tetanus blade and stabbed the mysterious man fiercely.

The knife pierced into his body in the mysterious man's surprised eyes.

"Kill you, kill you!"

"You devil!"

"It was you who released those demon rats! They ate my daughter, my father, my mother, and my whole family!" the tramp said viciously.

Everyone was stunned.

Only the tavern owner was not surprised.

He even hid behind the counter skillfully.

The others in the tavern were terrified by the mysterious man's experience.

They hid in the corners, whispering, and guessing who he was.

Why did the tramp want to kill him?

Is the other party really a demon?

"What an ignorant place." Although the mysterious man was stabbed many times.

But there was no blood on his body.

The mysterious man just stretched out his hand and pushed, and the tramp was pushed to the ground.

The mysterious man's eyes did not look at him, but fell on the tavern owner.

He slowly stood up and walked towards the tavern owner.

His steps were steady and powerful.

"Boss, you just told those people what happened in this town."

"But there should be more secrets behind this matter. Can you tell me?"

The tavern owner stood up from behind the counter.

His face changed slightly, and a trace of vigilance and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

Yes, the appearance of the rats naturally has a secret.

He immediately knew that the mysterious man had bad intentions.

But he also knew that he could not easily reveal the secrets of this town.

The tavern owner smiled slightly, trying to defuse the tense atmosphere with humor.

"Sir, there are no more secrets in our town."

"The rats ran away, the rich people ran away, and there are only poor people who are ruined and desperate here."

"Haha, tell me who the mayor is and what he does?"

The mysterious man said, pulling out the knife from his body and inserting it on the counter.

The boss was stunned for a moment, and then quickly said:

"Well, in fact, the mayor's family is a cannibal."

"His family buys slaves from merchants every year."

"Those slaves often don't survive a winter."

"In fact, there is a very deep cave in his house."

"He stored all the slaves in the cave and went down regularly to enjoy them."

"And the remaining meat of the slaves was used to feed the rats, so that the rats would gnaw them clean."

Hearing this, the people in the tavern did not react at all.

They were numb, like listening to stories, rumors, and jokes from a distant place.

"Until one day, the mayor died unexpectedly, and his son who was studying outside came back to continue to be the mayor."

"The son didn't know about this at home, so no one fed the slaves."

"The slaves starved to death, and then the rats ran out frantically."

"They are used to eating people, so they regard the market as a restaurant."

After listening to the boss's words, the mysterious man shook his head pitifully.

"It's a ridiculous place. You need the salvation of God."

"There is a Buddha statue here. Take it and worship it. This kind of thing will never happen again."

He picked up a wooden sculpture, which was a spider sculpture.

The boss looked over and then couldn't take his eyes off it.

He had a fanatical look in his eyes.

"Can this thing drive away the devil?"

"Yes, where it is, the devil will not exist."

Nonsense, this is the biggest devil.

It's like there are no wolves where there are tigers.