Chapter 199 Perfect Disguise, Poor Father and Son, Holy Tree Cult, Weird Sausage!

ghetto.

The muddy ground is full of filth.

There is a pungent body odor in the air. People who have not showered for a long time are covered in dirt and their hair is stuck together and full of mud.

There are many small tents standing there.

Those with better conditions will use tents distributed by the military, which appear in a military green color and are very solid and tough.

Those in poorer conditions can only find some branches and sticks, and then sew them together with cheap sheets and fabrics, which can barely provide shelter from wind and rain.

Sallow complexion and thin muscles.

The complexion of refugees is often very poor, as if they have not taken in nutritional fiber for a long time, their cheeks are deeply sunken, and their bellies are completely shriveled.

A father and son appeared.

Yang Feng held Ling's hand and appeared among the chaotic crowd.

At this moment.

Yang Feng's condition seemed to be very poor. There was almost no flesh on his cheeks, and his body was limp and shriveled, with the broken flesh and blood shrinking under control.

It's more than that.

There were many scratches on Yang Feng's arms, thighs, shoulders... and the wounds had been repeatedly infected, forming a thick layer of scabs.

Zero is even worse.

A simple little boy, skinny and skinny, as if he hadn't eaten for a long time and had a full meal.

Such a father and son would be considered miserable even in the slums.

"Master... actually did it to this extent!!"

Sumanman, who was observing silently from afar, couldn't help but swallow hard. He never expected that the tyrant could do this.

Who is the tyrant?

Humanity's apex predator.

Even the dragon commander in the sanctuary must compromise with the tyrant.

In order to investigate a small Holy Tree Cult, Yang Feng lowered his identity, regardless of his face, and prepared to personally break into the enemy's ranks.

"Little brother."

"Want to come and play? It's very cheap."

In a pink tent, a woman with heavy makeup is soliciting customers.

When Yang Feng passed by, the pungent smell of perfume suddenly came. The woman grabbed her arm and pulled Ling into the tent.

"Hey~~"

"Where did the beggar come from?"

The woman pinched her nose and smelled a sour and rotten smell, which came from Yang Feng's body.

"Forget it, forget it."

"It seems you don't have much food left."

The woman with heavy makeup drove Yang Feng out with a look of disgust on her face. She really even disliked the dog.

At this time.

God is not good at it either.

Dark clouds gradually covered the sky, covering the sky and rolling in the sun. There was a faint flash of thunder, and a few seconds later there was a thunderclap.

Blah blah blah!

The sky started to rain, and then it turned to heavy rain, making the muddy ground even more filthy.

Yang Feng and Ling were both soaked in the rain and looked even more embarrassed.

"Son, don't be afraid, be good..."

Yang Feng held Ling's hand and continued to comfort him.

"Good Samaritan, can you let us come in and take shelter from the rain?"

Yang Feng stuck his head into a tent and begged with a smile on his face.

"roll!"

"If you hang out in front of my door again, I'll break your legs."

The man scolded Yang Feng and drove Yang Feng out, hitting him on the back with a small stone.

other side.

"Damn!!"

Sumanman almost couldn't bear it anymore.

This person already has a way to die, but he disrespects the tyrant and will definitely die! !

"calm."

Long Er held Su Manman beside him. Since the tyrant Yang Feng decided to do this, he must have his reasons.

"Okay, okay."

"I remember these people."

"Sooner or later we have to settle this score!!"

Sumanman's fingers made a clicking sound, but she finally endured it and continued to observe from a distance.

The scene returned to Yang Feng.

Six eyes.

Eyes of desire looked at the refugees in the slums.

Yang Feng seemed to be moving forward aimlessly, but in fact he had already found his target.

"Okay, okay."

"Can you let us hide from the rain for a while?"

Yang Feng took Ling and looked pitifully for several tents, but no one showed mercy to them, and most of them only said harsh words to them.

finally.

In a pale pink tent, a young woman with good looks kindly took them in.

"Come."

"The conditions here are simple, but it's okay to take shelter from the rain."

The young woman looked to be about thirty years old, and she looked quite charming. Perhaps because of her good looks, her business was better than that of other women.

The woman took out a towel and handed it to Yang Feng in a friendly manner, asking him to wipe the stains on her body.

"Thanks."

"Thank you so much."

Yang Feng's performance was very real. He picked up the towel and wiped his son first, and then himself.

"My name is Zhu Ting."

"What about you, why are you so depressed?"

Zhu Ting showed a kind smile and asked about Yang Feng's status.

"Why."

"My name is Yang Feng, and this is my son."

Yang Feng sighed deeply and said haggardly: "I offended someone and was beaten up. Even my tent was not destroyed. I finally escaped here."

As Yang Feng spoke, some black scabs and wounds were revealed, confirming the authenticity of his words.

"Nothing lasts forever."

"The end of the world is always like this."

Zhu Ting also sighed and sighed. She had seen too many similar things. She poked her head out and took a look quietly before whispering, "We also have local tyrants here."

"Those few people are very fierce. They come to collect protection fees from time to time."

This is the way of the world.

The weak are preyed upon by the strong, and the winner is king.

Those burly men, relying on their own strength, formed small forces in groups of three or five, and the gangsters collected protection fees blatantly.

A few hours later.

The rain finally stopped.

Yang Feng took Ling's hand in a panic, his stomach rumbling with hunger, and he looked at the tent reluctantly, ready to get up and leave.

Zhu Ting's eyes flickered.

Based on the performance of this man, he was weak and disabled, and his life was coming to an end. He was indeed a good target.

"Wait."

"You and your son are in such a bad physical condition, and you don't have a place to stay. You can't hold on for a few days."

Zhu Ting stopped Yang Feng who was about to leave, and her eyes repeatedly observed Ling.

The child was so pitiful.

He was skinny and almost starved to death, and the innocence in his eyes and his respect for his father were definitely not fake.

"Yang Feng."

"I can show you a way."

"Have you heard of... the Great Holy Tree Cult?"

Zhu Ting lowered her voice and finally told the story about the Holy Tree Cult.

He took the bait!!

Generally speaking.

This cult would only take in refugees who lived at the bottom of society and were deeply in despair.

Moreover.

The Holy Tree Cult was very obscure, so the conditions for recruiting members were also very harsh and required strict scrutiny.

So... Fat Jin Ya and Su Manman and the others had never been able to penetrate the cult, let alone obtain the most core news and information.

Yang Feng was different.

Introverted aura.

Perfect disguise.

Calm as water.

Yang Feng and Zero's performance disguise was so perfect that there was no flaw at all. They were simply born spies.

"The Great Holy Tree Cult?"

"What is that?"

Yang Feng showed a puzzled look, and his eyes were full of vigilance. He asked back: "You are not a member of a cult, are you..."

Zhu Ting smiled and shook her head, secretly taking out a few sausages from the tent.

The sausages were greasy and delicious, and the fragrance was overflowing. It was hard to imagine that such high-end food could be found in the refugee camp.

"Look."

"This sausage was given to us by the Holy Tree Cult."

"They specialize in helping refugees who are desperate."

Zhu Ting said with a smile, but Yang Feng's face became even uglier after hearing it. He directly hugged Ling in his arms and took a few steps back.

"The meat in your sausage, can't it be..."

In the refugee camp, crimes happen every day. Some children can't be raised, so they can only be given to others, or even more cruel methods.

Zhu Ting's face changed, and she said unhappily: "What are you thinking about? This is not human flesh, but sausages given by the Great Holy Tree. In fact, it can't be considered meat!"

"It grows from a tree."

Zhu Ting's words were even more shocking.

Sausages... actually grow from trees!!

Yang Feng pretended to be surprised and unbelievable. What kind of tree can grow sausages? ?

"If you don't believe it, I'll take you there and you'll know."

"Don't worry, we will never hurt anyone."

Zhu Ting said confidently, patting her chest to assure.

Yang Feng's eyes flickered, and finally he made a decision and nodded bravely.

"Okay, I'll go with you to see."

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