Chapter 1167 Siyuan City

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In Siyuan City, a young man in black quietly entered the city with a white-haired puppy.

The city is still noisy, with people coming and going on the streets, and there is no dead silence as expected.

"It's so strange." Walking in the city, Ye Fan noticed the difference in the city.

The city is closed, and there are no shops. The doors of every house are open.

"Every house has a lot of food." Qiongqi, who turned into a white-haired puppy next to him, had a sharp nose and was equally puzzled: "The people here... seem to be very wealthy?"

"Isn't the entire Lieyang devastated? Why is there such a place?"

"I'll ask." Ye Fan was confused and quietly walked towards the old man who was leaning on the rocking chair and taking a nap alone by the side of the road.

But as he got closer and hid behind the pillar, Mark hesitated.

The city is closed and everyone lives in this way. If he asks rashly, he will only attract attention.

"Let's get close to him first." Qiongqi felt Ye Fan's caution and said, "Just tell me who's kid on this street. He hugged you when you were a child."

"It's against Tiangang, right?" The familiar words made Ye Fan look helpless, but after thinking about it, he still walked up.

"Uncle, I am..."

"I heard everything." Before Ye Fan could say anything, the old man answered first, "The old man's ears are not that bad."

"This..." Ye Fan was shocked. He and Qiongqi were not that close to the old man just now.

"In such a magical city, it's not surprising that there are several older practitioners." The old man was very relaxed and said with a hint of ridicule: "Why, you don't think the old man looks like a person with cultivation? "

"It's the junior who took offense." Ye Fan handed over his hand.

"Whose subordinate are you?" The old man looked at Ye Fan and glanced up and down: "It's incredible. At such a young age, I can't even see through his cultivation."

"At least it's Xingyao."

"Yeah... almost." The old man didn't recognize him and had no hostility towards him. Ye Fan relaxed a little, and then squatted next to the old man: "I am from the King of the North, and the alliance army is conquering Lieyang. The King of the North asked me to spy on Lieyang."

"The King of the North." When he heard the name of the King of the North, the old man stroked his beard and said, "The King of the North is a pretty good man, and he can be called a hero."

"Yes." Ye Fan replied, quite naturally.

There may be disputes over who is judged, but the King of the North is considered the recognized hero.

Regardless of strategy or means, his own strength, or even the success of his descendants, is rare in this world.

"Senior, I've been watching for a long time. Why is the scene in this city different from other cities?" The old man was not hostile to him, and Ye Fan followed suit and asked: "I saw that the residents in the city are rich, and the people only care about having fun. I’m happy, but except here, every city on my way here is in ruins.”

"Of course the illusion built by lies makes people addicted." The old man waved his hand without any hesitation: "Anything that is too beautiful is false."

"Is that so?" The old man's words made Ye Fan suspicious: "Is this city deliberately built by the upper class?"

"Of course, the prosperity you see is created by the resources brought in by trucks one by one." The old man said: "Otherwise, they would not be able to explain to these people the rapid decrease in the number of people in Lieyang."

"Ten thousand people produced a mythical soldier, but the others did not appear again, leaving empty cities one after another."

"Without a place like Siyuan City, Lieyang would have collapsed long ago."

"But there are already so many people missing. In such a city, presence or absence is meaningless." Ye Fan was a little puzzled.

"Young man, you are still too young." Hearing this, the old man shook his head, "It will not work to catch all the water."

"With the carefree environment, there are just a few missing people, which will be made up for soon."

"That's it." Ye Fan nodded thoughtfully, but he always felt that something was wrong.

If they really couldn't catch the fish, how could Lieyang's mythical army slaughter cities one after another.

In the cities he passed through, women, young and old, were all rations for the Shinhwa Army.

Rumble.

While he was hesitating, the rumble of chariots suddenly sounded in the city.

Ye Fan raised his head and saw only a few tall mythical soldiers driving a very huge chariot moving along the street, and then boxes after boxes of supplies were dropped from the car.

Every household has a big box full of them.

Boom.

Soon, a large box was also dropped in front of the old man's house.

"It seems...no one wants to pick it up." The old man didn't move, and Ye Fan also saw the boxes of supplies on the street. No one moved them away for a long time.

"Too many." The old man said, lazily turning to the side: "If you are too worry-free about food and clothing, no one will care when the supplies will come this time, nor what they are."

"I always feel weird." Ye Fan replied, looking at the boxes of supplies on the street, a little dazed.

The supplies in these boxes are very rich, including food, clothing, and even high-quality spiritual herbs and elixirs.

Many people are working hard for these boxes of supplies, but here, these supplies have become abandoned on the street and no one has picked them up for a long time.

There are too many weird things in this city, which always make people feel unreasonable. It is just what the old man said to reassure the people, and it is difficult to explain.

"Both boys born on the fifteenth day of the seventh month and girls born on the thirteenth day of the sixth month, board the carriage."

Rumble.

Another chariot drove over, and then the voice of the mythical man came.

It recruits boys and girls corresponding to their birthdays.

"This is..." Ye Fan looked at the old man aside.

"It is said that the Ming King is ill, and these boys and girls are needed to take care of him. As long as the registration is successful, they can stay in Lieyang Capital in the future." The old man said, and at this moment, several boys and girls had already boarded the car.

"A bunch of fools." Seeing the parents putting their children on the bus, the old man snorted coldly: "How can there be such a good thing in the world? What has Lieyang become like now? Lieyang's capital, hehe, I'm afraid it's It’s not that easy to go.”

"Indeed." Ye Fan nodded aside. Li Jiu told him the whereabouts of these boys and girls.

After boarding the car, there are the raw materials for blood pills.

"Looking at it this way, there are still some explanations." After thinking about it, Ye Fan nodded slightly.

Lieyang can't just have the Shinhwaman, at least for now, Duga also needs blood pills to deceive the King of Life.

And such a city can continuously produce new boys and girls. The King of Ming's current demand for blood pills is not mentioned, but it will definitely become bigger and bigger in the future.

Even if King Ming and Du Jia completely break up in the end, the people in this city can be regarded as Lieyang's last supply.

"In other words, this city, in a sense, is the blood bank of the King of Life." Thinking of this, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart.

Ming Wang, Ming Wang, why have you come to this point?

With a sigh, Ye Fan looked at the old man again, hesitated for a while, and asked: "Senior, do you know the fisherman?"

"What fisherman?" the old man replied.

"A... mythical man?" Ye Fan said.

"There are too many mythical people." The old man said, "But the fisherman...should be the one holding the fishing rod?"

"That's right."

"I think I've seen him before." The old man thought for a while: "A man carrying a huge fishing rod appeared in the city two days ago. It was said that he was looking for suitable bait, and he caused a lot of commotion."

"Where did he go?" Hearing this, Ye Fan's eyes lit up.

"I don't know about that." The old man shook his head and glanced at Mark.

"Junior, here is a low-grade spiritual grass New Year's grass." Ye Fan took out a gift box: "This thing has the effect of prolonging life, which is not comparable to the ordinary supplies in the city."

"Who do you think the old man is?" The old man said angrily, "I'm just talking to you because I like you, and I don't want to do anything for you."

"Yes, yes." Ye Fan responded: "Senior's advice is an honor for me, and this kind of kindness can be regarded as a reward for thanking and asking senior to keep it secret."

"You kid." Ye Fan's quick response made the old man stunned. Then, he casually grabbed the box in Ye Fan's hand and turned around.

"There is a sundries market in the north of the city. You can go there and have a look."