The refugees limped in front of the road, with Nan Ke and Wu Tong following behind, and behind the three people, a colorful tail still hanging.

The refugee's legs fell by himself. After learning that Nan Ke was not going to kill him, he was excited and did not stand firmly and tripped by the tree roots under his feet. Although it was swollen, he still did not dare to stop at all.

Nan Ke followed behind him, and briefly told Wutong about his experience while walking. After hearing Nan Ke say that he had killed three people, Wutong was a little surprised, but that's all.

This little girl's worldview is actually a bit different from most people in this world. Perhaps because she is used to the various aspects of the world, sometimes when she looks at things, she acts like an old Taoist who sees through the world.

But at some times, the questions she raised were as immature as her little cousin who liked to gallop in the canyon in the canyon in the past, revealing a sense of childish innocence.

"So, what should we do next? Are we going to run away?"

"Where to escape?" Nan Ke couldn't help but feel a little funny. If he could really escape, why would he have to wait until now?

Although I wanted to find the young master who had taken revenge that night, a gentleman was not in a hurry to take revenge. If I could take a step back first and wait until I reached the first level before coming back, wouldn’t it be safer?

But the bad thing is that it is bad, and you can't escape, and you can't escape.

After an accident at the city gate, he deliberately strengthened his vigilance. The elderly care goods he guarded the city when he first came were transferred. Now the one guarding the city gate was a serious patrol team.

You can mock the yamen in Liudu City for being useless, you can laugh at Liudu City for being chaotic, but as a formal local garrison, and on the border of this country, if you underestimate it, it will be a shameful person.

Nan Ke specifically asked the servant of Bilin Pavilion that the patrol team would be dispatched almost every year over the years to wipe out some unsightly bandits from the 100,000 mountains. The blood on the knife had never been done.

"If you can't leave, the patrol team is guarding the city gate now, and now they have to compare one by one when they leave the city."

Nan Ke pointed to his face.

"The artists of Jiwen are not skilled. Now I am walking on the street like this, no one can recognize me, but if you really want to compare the paintings next to you, as long as you are not blind, you can see something strange."

Finally,

Nan Ke said to himself again:

"If I could give up a face and ruin my face, I might be able to make it happen. But it's not worth it. We have another way to choose. Then, is Mr. Deng's life as precious as mine?"

Wutong pursed her lips and listened to Nan Ke's nagging without responding.

Most of the time, Nan Ke is actually talking, she is listening, after all, she has been alone for a long time before, and it is okay to talk occasionally, but if you really want to talk long, it would be a bit difficult.

Fortunately, Nan Ke is also used to this way of getting along. Before traveling through time, he did this. Often, the novel is written for hundreds of thousands of words, but no one reads it. He is talking to himself.

I have to say that although the two people met in this world, they were really in line with each other in some ways.

The north of the city is actually smaller than other urban areas. Not long after walking, Nan Ke felt that the trees around him began to appear sparse, and after walking not far, there were a series of tents in front of him.

It is called a tent, but in fact it is just a tent that uses branches as a bracket. If you find some hanging cloths you pick up there, you will probably not be able to isolate the wind and can only cut off your eyes.

The refugees stopped in front of the pile of tents, and Nan Ke stopped behind the refugees. He could vaguely see that in the pile of tents, there were many eyes staring at him and the three of them looking around.

"Where is the place where you eat people?" Nan Ke asked.

The refugee turned around and bowed: "In...in this."

This should be their residential area. Compared to the sporadic tents that Nan Ke just came in and saw, the environment here is much better, at least there is no obvious odor in the smell.

Nan Ke frowned when he heard this. Obviously he didn't think there would be any corpses hidden here. But the people inside gave him other ideas, "You don't really think that these people can do anything to me, right?"

There seems to be not much difference between the inclusion and the incomplete product, but only after you get serious about this threshold can you understand that this threshold actually divides people into two categories.

It’s not that you can ignore ordinary people by entering the rank, but ordinary people here need the serious soldiers at the city gate to be like this. These refugees are really useless.

"How dare the villain have such an idea?" The refugee said with his eyebrows down, "That place is nearby. The villain brought the young master to take a look, and he also wanted the young master to be considerate and considerate of us people.

If this dead human flesh was not really forced, who could really enjoy it, and who really wanted to live like that beast?"

"As you say, someone chased you to pick up this corpse. Someone held this dead flesh on your neck with a knife and forced you to eat it?"

The refugee smiled bitterly, and the two of them were silent. Therefore, the conversation made the eyes in the tent increase, and rustling sounds kept coming from it.

"Why, I said I had no idea, but now I want to wait for you guys to come over and take me down?" Nan Ke glanced at the tent behind him and said.

He was fearless. If this group of people really had this idea, he wouldn't mind cleaning up the filth of the world.

Instead of responding to Nanke, the refugee turned around and raised his hand to wave to the inside, "Let's come out."

“…”

Nan Ke narrowed his eyes, and beside him, Wutong's face changed. Even the colorful tail behind him immediately found a tall branch and did not dare to fly around.

There was movement inside the tent, and people came out one after another.

But what was different from what Nan Ke imagined was that there was no man who came out, but they were all old, weak, women and children, and some children who were not as tall as adults, followed them.

"What does it mean?" Nan Ke asked.

"well."

The refugee sighed, his knees weakened and fell down.

After the refugees knelt down, the group of people who had just emerged from the shed behind them also knelt down numbly.

No words;

No pleading;

even,

Nan Ke didn't hear any crying that was so miserable.

Just knelt in a row in a neat manner, but Nan Ke felt a heavy sense of depression, not the oppression of momentum, but a little confused in his heart.

"Young Master."

The refugee raised his head and said:

"We dare not make things difficult for the young master. We also know that eating similar corpses is something that beasts disdain. If the young master wants to do justice for heaven, I have no objection, nor do I dare to have any objection, but...

However, there are more than a hundred women and children in this shed, and there are more than twenty children. We men can ignore them, and we young people can go hungry, but some people, they cannot stand it!"

The tactful wind blew over again at this time, bringing a hint of chill just right.

Autumn has arrived, and the temperature has indeed become colder. For refugees in this world, every autumn and winter is a level of autumn and winter. If you go too far, you will live. If you can't get through, you will die.

Nan Ke didn't say anything,

Wutong also clenched her fists.

The refugees continued: "The city officials do not treat us as human beings, nor do those gentry and nobles treat us as similar people, but we cannot watch our relatives be frozen to death and starved to death!

The man who killed thousands of swords committed a crime and made the city gate custody strictly, so that we could not go outside the city to pick some rabbits and dig some wild vegetables to satisfy our hunger. We must find a way out for ourselves!"

Nan Ke wiped the tip of his nose. It seemed that he had cut off the life of these people?

"Just just now, the big bright eyes offended the young master. It was his fault that he was slapped to death by the young master. But, I want to ask you here, you forced us to death like this, so what's the difference between you and us?"

"You guys can't do work?" Nan Ke asked.

The refugees laughed when they heard this, and even Wutong, who was standing next to them, looked at Nan Ke in surprise.

"It's so good for the young master to know that I'm really not making excuses for myself. I'm staying in the capital, no, the entire Great Chu State is indeed prosperous and safe, but the people all have household registration.

We are all guilty and have been deprived of our household registration and have to leave our hometown. However, the serious person who committed the crime has long been beheaded in the street. We are just implicated!

Those strong and strong relatives were sent to the frontier for hard work, and only some of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled were disliked even if they were hard work. Then they let it go, but they could not get a good end.

We are guilty and deserve to die. Just say that I was so sad that I pretended to be sick and got confused in order not to be sent out..."

The refugee pointed to a child who looked seven or eight years old behind him.

"But they have any crimes! And even if they are guilty, they will not die. However, since the reform decades ago, the new policy has been introduced, and any business shop without household registration is prohibited from hiring.

At the beginning, I applauded and said that my law in the Great Chu State was a blessing for my Great Chu people, but who knew that when I reached this point, I realized how many people had blocked the life of this policy."

"Is there such a saying?" Nan Ke looked at Wutong in surprise.

"Everyone knows it." Wutong replied in a low voice.

"Hiss..." Nan Ke frowned with some distress. He really didn't expect there would be such a thing. As a flop, he really had no opinions or opinions on this national policy.

Although some policies do benefit some people, everything has two sides. No matter such a good policy, it cannot really benefit all the people in the country. Some people will always be victims.

but,

Are these victims really wrong?

Looking at the pair of agile and numb eyes in front of him, Nan Ke himself couldn't say they were wrong. If they were born, then this was not the fault.

There was a neatly kneeling in front of me, and behind me, no one else came out of the tent.

After a long time, Nan Ke sighed:

"That Dalang is not dead, he just fainted."

"Not dead?" The refugee raised his head and showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"Why should I kill him?" Nan Ke glanced at the refugee, "Although my hands were stained with blood, I was not a bloodthirsty maniac. Is it possible to kill someone just by seeing him?"

"The villain thanked him here!" The refugee bowed again.

Nan Ke glanced at the row of people kneeling behind him, "I want them to go back first."

A group of old, weak, women and children kneeled in front of them, and they were really uncomfortable when they said it. It was like a group of ants climbing on their bodies, feeling weak all over.

"yes."
To be continued...