An old man with a sad face, so thin that only a handful of old bones were left, looked at a woman in ragged clothes, who was also sallow and skinny, nervously holding a child as thin as a big-headed baby in her arms, and gave her earnest advice.
He looked at the child with a greedy look, as if it was someone else's delicacy.
Hearing this, Yang Zimi felt as if someone had struck him hard with a knife, and he stared blankly at the group of people in front of him.
She had read this sentence in an ancient book, "Changing children to eat", but at that time she thought it was just a fiction made by bored literati.
As the saying goes, if a tiger is poisoned, it will not eat its seeds. Where in the world can there be such a cruel parent who is willing to give up his children as food?
What's more, human flesh is not other meat, so who dares to cook it and eat it?
It seems that she is too naive.
In extreme environments, there is nothing that people cannot do in order to survive.
She wanted to take care of it, but was pulled back by Long Zhutian.
"Meimei, we have no intention of breaking into this world. We are just passers-by here. This world has its own things that are going to happen. We should not change it. Otherwise, it may change history and distort the development of time and space."
Long Zhutian said solemnly.
Yang Zimei also understood what he said.
If history changes and time and space change, maybe she will never be able to go back.
Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven.
Everyone has their own destiny. As a fortune teller, I understand this truth best.
She can change someone's fate for a moment, but she can't change it for a lifetime.
What's more, the general situation here is like this, and she is not the savior, how much can she do?
Thinking of this, she became cruel and stopped looking at the victims. She just secretly prayed that the poor child would not be reborn in such a chaotic world in the next life.
The two of them walked forward and finally arrived at the city here.
Relatively speaking, this small town looks relatively peaceful.
Although the soldiers guarding the gate were heavily guarded, the clothes worn by the people coming in and out were a little neater, and their faces were a little fleshy.
The two of them entered invisibly and found that although everyone was a little frightened and talking about the war with acquaintances, they seemed to be in a numb state of living and working in peace and contentment.
In their subconscious mind, as long as disaster has not befallen them, they can get by just fine.
Yang Zimei originally thought that he could pick up some unique antiques here, bring them back to modern times, and make a lot of money.
It's a pity that I couldn't meet him at all.
The business here is really declining, probably due to the impact of the war.
"Uu——"
The two of them were walking when the sound of rapid horseshoes suddenly came from behind.
Get out of the way quickly.
I saw a young man in black attire, riding a black horse, looking high-spirited, and whipping the horse unscrupulously on the street as if there was no one around.
Some passers-by who were unable to dodge were struck by his riding crop or kicked to the ground by the horses' hooves.
He didn't care at all, as if those people deserved it.
The person who was hit or kicked looked like he was unlucky and did not dare to complain, as if it was a natural thing.
There are people who regard other people's lives as trivial and their attitude is extremely arrogant!
Yang Zimei is angry again!
With a move of his fingers, he was about to shoot out the evil energy, but found a small furry white thing hanging on his waist...