The houses are built along the mountain wall, and the broken and rotten wooden boards are crooked to form a series of board houses, close to each other, extending to a position invisible in the distance.
Some of the gaps are big enough to fit through the unmutated rats before the apocalypse. There is no privacy here, but it is also the home where they make a living.
The luminous vines rooted in the earth walls are the source of light here, and every household will plant some. Carbon and oil are scarce resources.
There was no sunshine, so most of the poor people coming and going were stooped, and coughs could be heard from time to time.
Their clothes were less tattered than Elinor's, but they were full of patches and there was no life in their eyes.
Some people are cooking in front of their homes, some are humming pre-apocalyptic songs, and some are telling fairy tales to their children, in which the princes are well fed at every meal.
The only difference between the slums and the scavengers is that they have Hale City ID cards, a place to live, and an unstable job.
Every day, people who can still move in the slums go to the urban areas to find out if there is any work suitable for them. The reward is often a meal of soup that can only satisfy their hunger.
At least there is something to eat.
Skinny, dirty, lifeless and dull. This is the portrayal of the slums.
If human beings' needs are divided into three categories from low to high: survival needs, material needs, and consciousness needs, then they are struggling with survival needs.
The civilian areas may be better. Some of them have separated from the most basic survival needs and shifted to material needs. For example, they want a piece of clothing without patches, a warm enough coat, and can eat chicken, sheep, pork and beef instead of mutated biological meat.
, interesting entertainment programs, and your children will not be targeted by nobles.
There are soldiers patrolling here, so there is no need to worry about children or immobile family members being dragged away and eaten by ghouls like in slums. The houses here were built by businessmen. Although they are not beautiful, they can ensure privacy and safety.
The poor and common people account for more than 95% of the population of Hale City. Above this, there is the aristocratic class who have no worries about food and clothing.
Eleanor was walking aimlessly on this long and bumpy street. I don't know what happened, but she fell and couldn't get up. She huddled on the ground and shivered slightly.
A poor man sitting in front of his house glanced at her and then looked away.
The poor people passing by ignored him, this happened every day. He just hoped that the group of ghouls would drag the corpse away quickly to avoid a plague.
In the dark corner, several corpse-like figures came to life, looking at the slightly trembling figures on the street, either walking or crawling, approaching from all directions.
In the dimness under the light source, these figures are like the darkness close to fresh souls. There is covetousness and greed in their eyes.
But at this time, there is a light around Elinor, a light of hope that can dispel all darkness and enlighten everything.
In the light, a figure was vaguely hazy. That figure and face made people burst into tears and made them worship.
His palms brushed in front of Elinor's body, and his trembling body gradually calmed down. The face full of pain opened his eyes slightly, raised his head, and saw the figure in the holy light.
"Are you...are you...my lord..."
Her eyes reflected the figure in the light, and the only thing left in her world was this face. She leaned down deeply and kissed the ground in front of the figure.
"Lord of the Dawn... Mu Su..."
Both the approaching vampires and the surrounding poor people were all stunned, staring at the figure in the dazzling light.
"My child is me."
The Lord of the Dawn in the light has a loving face, as if looking at his own child.
"You are finally back..." Elinor's eyes filled with tears and she kept kowtowing. "Did you save me? Why don't you let me go to your Kingdom of God..."
"Your piety touches me, but you cannot die yet." The Lord of the Dawn sang a complicated voice. "As my people, you should lead my way and carry forward my teachings."
With her forehead red, swollen and bleeding, Elinor shouted piously: "Your people will spread the Church of the Dawn to every footprint."
The Lord of the Dawn nodded happily, and the light faded, slowly retreating into the darkness behind him.
"Where should I find you?" Elinor raised her head and shouted.
"Believe in my divine name, shout my name, and my clone will appear."
The holy voice echoes.
The surroundings returned to calm. Those people's eyes adjusted to the dimness after the strong light, as if nothing had happened before, except for Eleanor who was still kneeling there piously.
The ghoul retreated in fear. The poor people stared blankly and followed the crazy woman, kneeling step by step and gradually walking away.
What happened before took root in their minds.
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The bell of the city lord's palace swayed slowly, and it was already inaudible when it reached the sky above the slum area.
This is the only way for poor people who have lived in caves for a long time to know the time. Think of 12 o'clock and 0 o'clock each time.
The sounds of conversations, children crying, and shouting in the slum gradually disappeared, and every household fell asleep.
The silence lasted for more than ten minutes. On the edge of the slums, more than a dozen figures emerged from a new covered house one after another, walking quietly towards the place where the incident happened during the day.
After a while, the figures arrived at the location, and the leader made a gesture. They dispersed, crashed into the doors of several surrounding wooden houses, and subdued the awakened poor people.
There was a chaos of crying and shouting in the darkness, and then suddenly stopped. The poor people were covered with their mouths.
In the silence, of course, shouts could be heard from the surrounding wooden houses, but they were too distracted to care for themselves.
And this is very common.
In desperation, these poor people were tied up.
A ferocious and frightening voice sounded: "Although it's not good to be old, at least there is a little girl. It's good..."
The same scene was happening in other rooms.
There were muffled sounds of hesitation, and someone tried to resist but was knocked to the ground.
The voice laughed ferociously and said: "No one can save you, not even God."
What did they think of.
They closed their eyes and begged the Lord of the Morning to come and save them.
The struggles of the poor suddenly disappeared, and a figure beside the door raised his hand to make a gesture. The same gesture was performed at the doorways of several surrounding wooden houses.
"It seems you have given up resistance and dragged them all away!" the voice shouted.
At the moment of despair among the poor, boundless golden light filled their entire field of vision. Even if they closed their eyes, they could not avoid it. All they could hear were screams and the sound of falling.
The golden light lasted for more than ten seconds and gradually weakened. The poor people opened their eyes cautiously. After gradually adapting to the darkness, they saw a few clouds of ashes left on the spot.
"You who call me are my people. You should be protected by God."
The sounds heard during the day echoed.
"It's the Lord of the Morning... It's the Lord of the Morning!"
They shouted with tears in their eyes.
On this day, a strange church began to spread in the slums.
This church called the Dawn Church does not require contributions of food, wives and daughters, nor does it require the building of temples or statues, nor does it require reciting convoluted prayers. As long as you pray silently in your heart and miss the Lord of the Dawn, you can become God's people.