But Lin Chen was bored in every possible way, and just then An Yiruo came over.
"There is a market nearby. It is the largest market in the country. How about we go and take a look?"
An Yiruo spent this time in the familiar area and got the news.
Lin Chen happened to be bored and immediately agreed.
"Have you met my sister?"
As the two of them walked forward, An Yiruo also asked curiously.
"I've seen it. She's so powerful now. I'm no match for her. She's so successful in hiding!"
Lin Chen said with a half-smile.
An Yiruo immediately noticed the changes in Lin Chen and Su Luo.
"What happened?"
"I remember that your relationship was very good!"
"Did you make Xiao Luo angry again?"
Hearing this, Lin Chen smiled bitterly and said what he saw secretly.
"impossible!"
An Yiruo shook his head immediately: "It's impossible for her to watch you being surrounded and killed without helping. Is there a misunderstanding?"
"What a misunderstanding. I've had it several times!"
Lin Chen shook his head and said: "Human, it's not surprising that someone who has become a successful person abandons his husband and his son!"
"I think you are angry, so you don't have a calm analysis!"
An Yiruo didn't believe that Su Luo was that kind of person, and guessed: "Didn't you say that someone saved you, a mysterious person?
Maybe that person is Xiao Luo."
"You're kidding!" Lin Chen didn't believe An Yiruo's words: "She really wants to save me, why bother hiding her identity? This is not like her temperament at all. Okay, Sister Yiruo, I know you are doing it for our own good, but don't
Forcefully defend her!" An Yiruo finally stopped talking. In fact, she didn't think it was Su Luo's doing.
With Su Luo's temperament, if he really wanted to save Lin Chen, there was really no need to hide his identity.
When the two of them were talking, they had arrived at the largest market in the area. They saw that there were many people here, mainly black people, but also people with white skin and brown skin.
And the things for sale are all kinds of weird.
There are snails, lions, rhinos, even elephants, etc.
There are also some things in earthen jars that look like those used by wizards.
Most importantly, there were slaves for sale! I saw people of all skin colors, their hands and feet tied with ropes, squatting on the ground.
There was only confusion on their faces, confusion about the future.
Because they all know that after becoming slaves, their lives will not be controlled by themselves.
In fact, it was really miserable to be a slave, and most of them died of illness and pain.
In the hands of slave owners, they would be asked to do anything.
Lin Chen walked along the loess road and felt quite depressed when he saw those poor slaves.
After all, these are all human beings! "Lin Chen, don't mess around. Selling slaves in this market has been a tradition for many years!"
"Since it exists, it exists for a reason!"
"We are outsiders after all, we just need to act according to the rules!"
An Yiruo obviously knew about the slave trade and was immediately relieved when he saw Lin Chen's silence.
"I didn't expect that these days, there would be such a backward thing!"
Lin Chen shook his head, but in the end he didn't intervene.
Everything is as An Yiruo said, existence is reasonable, and selling slaves is the tradition here.
Even if Lin Chen can change, it can only change for a while, but not forever.
Unless Lin Chen has always lived here.
Looking at these slaves, most of them are young people, but of course there are also old people.
On the contrary, the old people are even more miserable. They look at the people passing by and cast expectant eyes, hoping that someone will buy them.
Because if they are not sold, they will not have enough to eat or sleep well. If it lasts for three months, the seller will throw them into an abyss in order to save food expenses.
The abyss was full of bones, slaves who had been abandoned over the years and finally died in the mouth of the crocodile.
In addition to the elderly, there were also children, squatting on the ground and shivering.
Suddenly, Lin Chen saw a yellow-skinned woman who seemed to be an Oriental.
He immediately walked over.
I saw a woman wearing shabby clothes, squatting on the ground, looking at the ants crawling on the ground.
"Sir, do you want to buy this slave?
Very young!”
When the seller saw Lin Chen, he couldn't help shouting.
Judging from the figure, this woman does have a good figure and is young.
But Lin Chen felt that it was impossible for no one to buy such a good slave.
"Keep your head up!"
Sure enough, the seller kicked the woman viciously.
The woman raised her confused head, and her face startled Lin Chen and An Yiruo.
I saw that her face had been burned by fire and was covered with scars. Her cheeks had been cut several times, and pus was still flowing from the wounds.
No wonder she is young and has a good figure, but no one buys her anymore. With her face alone, probably not many people can accept her.
And the strange thing is that there is a little crack in the middle of her eyebrows, like a closed eye.
For many tribes in Africa, people with third eyes are evil.
"Are you an Oriental?"
Lin Chen asked the woman.
The woman said nothing.
Logically speaking, Lin Chen and An Yiruo are from the East. This woman should be very excited when she sees an Oriental and hopes that Lin Chen can buy her.
But she acted very calmly, and even gave Lin Chen the feeling that this woman was giving up on herself and wanted to die.
"How much?"
Lin Chen asked the seller.
The seller chattered a lot. It turns out that the transaction here does not require money, but requires guns, drugs, or even clothes, etc.
After Lin Chen roughly figured it out, he traded the gun in accordance with the seller's request.
Because Yulong Palace is here, they also brought a lot of these hot weapons, which is suitable for trading.
"Lin Chen, do you plan to take her with you?"
An Yiruo said from the side.
"Let's see what happens. If she wants to go home, I will send her back!"
Lin Chen smiled and said: "And I have a feeling that she is from China!"
"Chinese?"
An Yiruo is not sure. After all, people with oriental faces are not just from China.
"Seller, how do you sell this slave?"
At this time, a group of people wearing camouflage uniforms and holding guns came over. One of them, a man wearing sunglasses, pointed at the Oriental woman.
"This slave has been sold!"
The seller became more polite when he saw that the other party had a gun.
The man looked at the Oriental woman up and down, narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you paid me?
If you don’t give money, it’s not a sale!”
"Sir, look!" The seller immediately looked at Lin Chen.
Indeed, Lin Chen just agreed verbally, and it did not count as a successful transaction.
But he didn't want to offend Lin Chen for no reason, so he threw the problem to Lin Chen.
"Everything has its own first come, first served. This slave was my first choice!"
Lin Chen also lit a cigarette and smoked it.
"I know, I know, but them!"
The seller secretly reminded Lin Chen that the other party has many people and guns. Don't you think about it?
"Okay, it's mine, don't give me any nonsense!"
Lin Chen was not polite to the seller either.
The seller smiled awkwardly and looked helplessly at the smoking man.
The man's face became increasingly ugly, and he said calmly: "Are you blind?
Didn't you see it was me?
Or do you want to take bullets!"
As he spoke, the people behind him took out their guns and pointed them at Lin Chen.