Ahead, more and more victims appeared as they moved forward.
Everyone's face was full of food, their bodies were full of stench, and almost no one looked human.
There are more and more people fleeing, and the closer they are to the gate of Tongjun City, the more people are fleeing, almost blocking the road, making it impossible for people to walk, stretching for several miles.
The corpses were strewn all over the mountains and plains, and the stench of corpses made it impossible to breathe.
Some of the living people are eating dirt, some are eating grass roots, and some are lingering on the ground...
This scene is simply unbearable to witness.
This is hell on earth.
I have seen such famine after drought in Africa, but I have never seen it on such a large scale. It looked extremely ugly.
Beiming Changfeng remained expressionless, but the aura around him became heavier and heavier.
"The city gate is closed." Han Yang's sharp eyes saw the city gate in front of him. The tall city gate was actually closed. This meant that he refused to allow so many victims to enter.
"That's unreasonable." Han Yang immediately stepped forward with his sword in hand.
The head of a county did not open the city gate to provide disaster relief, but instead closed the city gate to deny the victims entry. What was the governor of Tong County doing?
"Don't be impatient." Diyi grabbed Hanyang.
This place is not controlled by the King of Zhenbei, so it is not easy to cause chaos.
"You need a hundred taels of silver to enter the city gate. If you don't have it, get out." Someone on the city gate saw Ziyu and other guards coming over, and someone immediately shouted loudly.
It actually costs a hundred taels to enter the city gate, and the emperor's imperial city is not like this either.
Ziyu grinded his teeth, took out a one hundred tael silver note and threw it over.
The King of Hell likes to see little devils being difficult to deal with, so there is no use arguing with these people.
When the city guards saw Ziyu paying the money, they immediately opened the city gate a little, allowing only four people to enter. After Ziyu and others entered, they immediately closed the door, leaving those outside the city gate who were looking at the gate open and wanted to come in.
The victims were closed outside the city again.
Step into Tongjun City.
Ziyu thought that the inside of the city would be much better than outside the city, but it seemed that apart from the fact that the streets were cleaner and there were no dead bodies everywhere, it didn't seem to be any better there.
The houses are closed and there is no popularity. There are only some cheerful people wandering and begging on the empty streets. Most of the bustling shops in the past are closed. Except for a Baoshi Inn that is still open, the rest are empty at a glance.
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"Something's not right." Ziyu frowned.
It's normal for villages to be deserted during times of famine, but it's not normal for a large county to be in such a state of desolation.
Just take the modern example and say that if there was a famine in the Riverside Province, Beijing would be so lonely, obviously not.
There's something weird here.
"Come here." With his brows furrowed, Beiming Changfeng suddenly raised his legs and walked towards the only open Baoshi Inn.
It's strange that a shop can be opened with only nine rooms out of ten.
The four of them entered the store, looked around the inn where no one was there, and sat down at a table: "Waiter, all the dishes you have are served." Ziyu looked at the man who was sleeping on the counter, but was filled with excitement.
The rosy-faced waiter said calmly.
All inns include room and board.
The waiter was woken up and looked up at the ornately decorated people, and walked over slowly: "Sir, we are very short of food here. We have food but we are just afraid of you..."
Bang, a thousand-tael silver note hit the table directly. Ziyu looked at the waiter with a cold expression: "Is it enough?"
Money has never been a big deal to her, so she decided to leave Beiming Changfeng and treat him to a farewell banquet.