Star of Civilization

"Maybe we can try to surrender ourselves. At least we haven't got the blood of those people on our hands. We... maybe we can ask the city lord's forgiveness and let him give us a way to live." The old man sighed and shook his head.

Seemingly feeling Joyna's cold gaze, the old man added, "Please forgive me, my lord."

Everyone else was silent, and the atmosphere in the air became eerie.

The humble thoughts of these people once again shattered Joyna's three views. She can easily decide a person's life and death, as long as he physically cuts off his connection with the world, there is no difficulty.

But how do you change a person's mind?

too difficult!

"Huh...understood."

With a calm face, Joyna found the whole cut snake skin from the car, and quickly made a package with dozens of catties of snake meat on her shoulders.

Then, she strode forward without looking back, without the slightest hesitation.

"If this is your wish, then do as you wish." Her voice drifted lightly along with the cold air.

That's ridiculous!

Although she has experienced so many hardships in this era, Joyna feels that she still does not really know what the world looks like, and she has not established a so-called sense of identity or bond with these people in need.

If it wasn't for the promise that Joyner made in her heart, she could have avoided such trouble.

But Joyna thought of her father, who had always told her to keep her promises when he was alive, because he hated people who broke their promises.

"Wait...wait for me!"

A timid voice sounded behind Joyna, and Harris trotted all the way, wading across the wet ground, chasing after Joyna's shadow.

The two figures soon disappeared into the darkness.

The early morning in Hidden Sand Castle was overcast.

Last night, the commotion near Xichengmen did not seem to affect the daily life of people in the neighborhood.

In the past few hundred years, the city has been eroded to the bone, leaving only the bones built of stones, and most of the glory days of that year have faded into ruins.

These ruins have apparently been renovated countless times, with a dilapidated and scarred surface, rebuilt again and again over the past few decades by those who are still nostalgic for their homeland. They stubbornly believed that the future of the land lay in the revival of the past.

Although, no one knows what the city's past was like.

Similar to the city walls and ruined buildings, the sight of the inner city of Hidden Sand Castle is just a shadow left over from the past glory.

Joyna followed the growing crowd to the bustling area, but when she looked around, what she saw was nothing more than a parody of the forgotten history of the pre-civilization era.

Even human settlements in the ruins have "rules". After all, there are nearly 10,000 people living here. Without rules, it is impossible to restrain people's behavior and their greed and selfishness. At least within a radius of 100 kilometers, it is difficult to find such a large-scale settlement.

Joyner had a grey cloak wrapped around her head, a deliberate disguise because she didn't want to be so conspicuous. Harris, like her, looks worn out in clothes, but it fits in almost perfectly with the surrounding environment, and there is no flaw in it.

Joyna found a few loose people on the side of the road, asked about the general direction of the market, and took Harris towards the center of the city.

Hundreds of people crowded on the wide street leading to the dilapidated building. The wizened old men, who looked like wise men, sat under the porch, smoking their pipes, and the smoke was steaming like a mist.

In the ragged tent on the other side lived people in ragged clothes, including several children, who looked like they were a family. Joyner noticed that tents like this were everywhere. These people should all be refugees, and soon they will not be able to make money. If they don’t want to starve to death, they can only sell their bodies and become slaves to rich families.

Joyner saw the markings of many different gangs, but two stood out in particular.

She guessed that there were signs of the Xuanming and Ming gangs, and she silently kept the other signs in her heart. In her memory, she still remembered that the Xuanming and Ming gangs were still sworn enemies, but now they are sitting peacefully together like comrades in arms on the battlefield.

The market in the city was submerged in bleak colors and noise, the livestock in the corrals and the residents in the city were only separated by an earthen wall, and the air was filled with various mixed smells. The stone arches and the surrounding broken walls were covered with canvas awnings, covering almost the entire street, and the noisy haggling, the pungent smell of spices and sweat, could be heard everywhere.

Georgina, utterly disregarding the vendettas of the vendors and the compelled pleas for a living, struggled to make her way through the crowd. From time to time, someone would grab her collar and pull her to the stalls.

It was full of things Joyner had never seen before, and the destitute people were willing to sell everything. Including animal meat of unknown origin, cloth woven by oneself, vegetables and fruits that do not look very fresh, wild vegetables, various miscellaneous goods, and parts removed from old machinery.

So Joyna frowned and pulled away.

She wanted to find a bigger stall to explore the way first, say hello and pay, UU reading www.uukanshu.com to sell those snake meat.

She probably learned from Lao Bai's mouth that this batch of snake meat was worth a lot, at least two or three hundred yuan. Of course, she didn't know that it was just Lao Bai's guess. In fact, the value of this shipment was much higher than that figure.

However, Joyna had no idea about the money in the hidden sand castle, so she just learned about it while visiting the market.

As for the money, Joyna wants to use the money to buy some necessities, as well as food that can be kept longer, so that she can take the food back and distribute it to the refugees.

Joyna strode through an archway, listening to the conversations of the people in the marketplace, and scrutinizing the hard ashlars above her head.

There was a water vendor on the side of the road. He was using a metal device with a rotating wheel to fill a thick-bottomed glass bottle with water mixed with sand.

"Want water? Fresh, from the life of the north gate of the city—" Seeing Joyna passing by, the peddler raised his head.

Joyna knew she shouldn't stop, it was near the end of the market, and the crowd was significantly smaller. Maybe it was because of her dress, maybe the snakeskin pocket was too conspicuous, she always felt that there were eyes watching her nearby.

Yes, she shouldn't have stopped - but she did.

"Excuse me, where is the biggest butcher shop here?"

"Butcher shop? I'm not quite..."

The peddler looked at Joyna's dress and wanted to perfunctory casually. But when he squinted to see through the shadow under the hood, he suddenly turned pale and his eyes were wide open.

The eyes under the shadow of the cloak had a hint of indescribable coldness.

"Well, you should go to the rich area, just at the end of the market, then turn left and take the clean road."

"thanks."

Joyner turned to leave, and took Harris out of the market.