"Maybe we can try to turn ourselves in. At least our hands are not stained with the blood of those people. We...maybe we can pray for the forgiveness of the city lord and let him give us a way out." The old man sighed and shook his head.

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

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

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

But how does one change one's mind?

too difficult!

"Phew... I see."

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

Then, without looking back, she strode forward without any hesitation.

"If this is what you wish, then it's up to you." Her voice floated along with the cold air.

That's ridiculous!

Despite experiencing so many hardships in this era, Joyner feels that she still doesn't really know what the world looks like, nor has she established a so-called sense of identity or bond with these suffering people.

If it weren't for the promise Joyner made in her heart, she wouldn't have been in such trouble.

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

"Wait a minute...wait for me!"

A timid voice sounded behind Joyner, and Harris ran all the way, wading across the wet ground, and chased after Joyner's shadow.

The figures of the two quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The morning in Hidden Sandcastle is gray and gray.

Last night, the commotion near the west city gate did not seem to have affected the daily routines of people in the neighborhood.

Over the past few hundred years, the city has been eroded to the point of ruins, leaving only bones made of stones, and most of the prosperity and prosperity of that year have faded into ruins.

These ruins have obviously been renovated countless times, the surface is dilapidated and scarred, and they have been rebuilt again and again over the past few decades by those who still miss 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.

Like its walls and ruined buildings, the inner city of Hidden Sandcastle is but a shadow of past glory.

Joyner followed the gradually increasing crowd to the bustling area, but looking 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 must 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 wore a gray cloak over her head, the result of a deliberate disguise, as she did not want to be conspicuous. Like her, Harris' clothes look worn out, but they fit almost perfectly with the surrounding environment, without any flaws.

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

Hundreds of people crowded the wide streets leading to the dilapidated buildings. Wizened old men with wise faces sat at the bottom of the porch, smoking their pipes, the smoky smoke steaming like fog.

In the dilapidated tent on the other side lived ragged people, including a few children. It seemed that they were a family. Joyner noticed tents like this everywhere. These people should be all refugees, and soon they will have no money. If they don't want to starve to death, they can only sell themselves and become slaves to rich families.

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

Knowing nothing about the local gangs, she guessed that there were signs of the Xuanming and Ming gangs, and she also silently memorized the other signs. In her memory, she still remembered that the Xuanming and Ming gangs were sworn enemies to the death, but now they sat together peacefully like comrades-in-arms on the battlefield.

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

Regardless of the self-promotion and pleadings of the vendors, Joyner struggled to make her way through the crowd. From time to time, someone grabbed her skirt and pulled her to the stalls one by one.

It sells everything Geyner has never seen before, and the poorest people are willing to sell everything. Including animal meat from unknown sources, cloth woven by home, fruits and vegetables that don't look very fresh, wild vegetables, various groceries, and parts dismantled from old machinery.

So Joyner frowned, pulled away and hid away.

She wanted to find a bigger stall to explore the way first, ask for the money, and sell the snake meat.

From Lao Bai's mouth, she probably learned 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 batch of goods was much higher than that figure.

However, Joyna didn't have any idea about the money in the hidden sandcastle, so she just learned about it while visiting the market.

As for earning money, Joyner wants to use the money to buy some daily necessities, as well as food that can be preserved longer, so that she can bring the food back to distribute to the refugees.

Joyner strode through an arched door, listening to the conversations of the people in the market, while looking at the pile of hard-laid square stones above her head.

A water vendor by the side of the road was filling thick-bottomed glass bottles with muddy water from a metal contraption with a wheel.

"Would you like water? Fresh, from the life of the north gate of the city—" Seeing Joyner pass by, the peddler raised his head.

Joyner knew she shouldn't stop~lightnovelpub.net~ It was already approaching the end of the market, and the crowd was obviously much smaller. Maybe it's because of her dress, maybe the snakeskin pocket is too conspicuous, she always feels that there are eyes peeping at 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 very..."

The peddler looked at Joyner's attire, and wanted to be perfunctory. But when he squinted to see through the shadows under the hood, he suddenly paled and his eyes widened.

There was an indescribably coldness in the pupils under the shadow of the cloak, and the peddler's heart tightened, and he shivered for no reason.

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

"Thanks."

Joyner turned and left, leading Harris out of the market.

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