Every time she sees and hears this world, Joyner feels a great sense of depression, like a big stone is always pressed on her heart, and she is unable to move it away.

There is only one reason, she hates this era.

In this era, a gun is the king of the grass, and it seems to be the same everywhere in the world. All kinds of orders in the world have long been in chaos, and the hope of human beings' survival is only based on the brutal forces like beasts.

Barbaric forces emerged in endlessly everywhere, and the short-term gain in power replaced the long-term peace. They each developed their own armed forces. It is to compete who has the biggest fist, the hardest teeth, and the sharpest claws.

The vast majority of people who are in the weak support mob leaders with force, and the thug leaders continue to enslave other people, invade other forces, obtain resources to develop themselves, and even merge other defeated forces into their own camp to continue to enslave them.

In such a world, chaos is the main body, and no one has the so-called dignity and loyalty.

Looking at the huge fortress that was gradually approaching, Joyner felt a sense of depression emerge again, and she couldn't calm down in her heart.

The yellow sand was blown up by the dry wind in the wilderness. Through the car window, Joyner saw a few fires—someone was moving nearby.

"This kind of thing has no end." The bald man muttered and stepped on the gas pedal to the end.

Joyner saw a huge fire burning behind these people, thick smoke billowing, some people had pointed pockets on their heads, and only two holes remained where the eyes were. She could vaguely see the dry thorns wrapped around the pockets. These people were handcuffed behind their backs and tied to wooden posts by the roadside.

Others covered their faces with cloth and poured water on them. For a moment, the blindfolded people twitched all over, and the dull wailing sounded. Those people seemed to be forcing them to confess some crimes.

Joyner's heart was shocked—she knew that a person covered by a cloth would quickly suffocate, and there would be an uncontrollable fear in her heart. In the past, this was often used to interrogate recalcitrant criminals, and it was a low-level but effective method.

"Are those people slaves?"

Joyner spoke, staring intently at the figure in the firelight, unaware that something might be revealed in her words.

Fortunately, the truck continued on, and the bald man didn't care. He said carelessly, "Those people may be prisoners of war, spies, patients or criminals. It looks like they will be killed soon."

"Kill it!? Aren't they from Hidden Sandcastle?"

"Maybe, maybe not, it's all possible. But who knows?" the bald brother said nonchalantly.

Joyner was silent and turned her head away.

Only now did she realize that the Hidden Sandcastle was not as peaceful as she thought, the conflicts within the gang were so intense, and some locals would become prisoners of war.

"Isn't it good to treat them as slaves? Why must they be killed?" Joyner asked puzzled.

The bald man seemed to be used to this kind of thing for a long time. He reacted to Joyner's ignorance question, his expression froze for a second, but he still didn't pay much attention.

"You are really new here!"

He replied disdainfully, "Is your head empty, you don't know anything...? Do you even need to ask?"

"Uh, what's the matter?" Joyner also noticed something. She seemed to ask a question similar to common sense, her face changed slightly, and her words immediately faltered.

"Let me tell you, there is a lack of everything in the hidden sandcastle, except people! It is very difficult to feed so many people. Food, water, fuel, clothes, and places to live, etc., you understand? Anyway It’s just that there are not so many survival resources!”

"Oh, are the living resources scarce?"

"I...I understand." Joyner nodded, but quickly shook her head and said, "But these people are also laborers. They can reclaim wasteland and expand the territory of the hidden sandcastle, so that they can support more people. Is there anyone?"

"What? Are you fantasizing, newcomer!" The bald man burst into laughter.

"Capable craftsmen and farmers are what are needed here, not those slaves who are born to be coolies." The bald brother was seriously preaching.

"Besides, some people are sick and have no labor force at all, some are missing arms and legs, some are stupid, bad, and disobedient, but these people have a mouth, and they have to eat and drink every day. Drink. Get it? They spend more resources than they produce, so... you should know, some people don't even deserve to be slaves!"

The truth of the bald-headed brother hit her heart like a heavy hammer, and Joyner was speechless after hearing it, unable to explain.

But she still felt something was wrong with that statement.

"I also tell you, not only that!"

"What?"

"Those gangs are going to grab territory in Yinsha Castle. Whoever has the most power will be the boss. So compared to the lack of supplies, what is more terrifying is the personnel who manage these gangs. Once the order in the city becomes more chaotic, Fighting, fighting and killing each other are difficult to control, so the conflict between the Xuanming and Ming factions will also arise from this."

"Then how did they do it?" Joyner was trying to understand the situation of the hidden sand castle.

"You mean gang management?"

"right."

"Then you don't have to ask. Of course, whoever has the big fists will be in charge. Isn't that obvious? Oh, by the way, they still have the blessing of faith."

"Faith blessing?"

Joyner was quite surprised, how could people have faith in such an era?

"So, you don't understand anything, you are really a rookie!" The bald brother curled his lips and said. "Faith is very mysterious. It can control other people's thoughts. It's not something that we inferior people can touch. You have to be at a certain level to be able to touch it, or know a know-it-all like me, understand?"

"Then... what level of people can get in touch with faith?"

"To put it bluntly, it's some unspoken rules in the city~lightnovelpub.net~ brainwashing rhetoric, but some people really believe in this, especially gang bosses."

"Where did the brainwashing rhetoric come from?" Joyner asked impatiently.

"Let me tell you a secret. The big bosses of the Xuanming and Ming gangs are willing to listen to the words of the 'Scarlet War Witch'. He lived in the Yinsha Castle long before the Xuanming and Minglings. It is said that he is the embodiment of faith. He said that this The place was previously cursed..."

Seeing Joyner's silence, the bald-headed brother thought she didn't believe her, and continued, "And the 'Scarlet War Witch' found a lot of high-level things from the underground ruins, all of which are ancient relics. The power of fearing death can also increase its own strength several times."

"What kind of antiquity is it? Who is the Scarlet War Witch?" Joyner was shocked when she heard this. Such a thing actually happened?

The bald brother rolled his big eyes again, shook his head and said, "The devil knows, how can inferior people like us know so much!"

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