Lan Xiaolan visited several shops in the market one after another, and more and more people gathered around her.
Just like a big star walking on the street, she is now surrounded by crowds of people. No matter which store she goes to, that store will immediately become the busiest place in the market.
Because she only has US dollars now, no matter what she buys, she can only pay US dollars according to the number given by the seller.
The shopkeepers all rushed to her, holding their own items and introducing them to her in a language that Lan Xiaolan could not understand.
For a moment, Lan Xiaolan was indeed a little panicked.
She quickly packed up the items, furniture and food she had purchased, and honked the horn in her car to urge everyone to leave.
All the people watching her were local men, old and strong, fat and thin.
Some of them were actually trying to sell things to her, some were just cheering from the outside, and some were even whistling and giving her obscene looks.
The more Lan Xiaolan looked, the worse she felt the situation was, so she quickly packed up and prepared to leave.
If she doesn't leave now, she probably won't be able to leave.
After finally leaving the market, the car returned to the wide road. It seemed that she was finally safe now.
Lan Xiaolan took a deep breath: "Li Ping and the others are right. Without their company, we really can't just come into the city. It's too dangerous."
Lan Xiaolan lived outside the city in the northeast of the Living Tomb City, and she was rushing back to her little house.
To the northeast of the Living Tomb City, there is the only hill in the city. Not far from the foot of the hill, stands a 9-story cathedral.
The cathedral is surrounded by black and white walls. The entire building stands tall and majestic, and there is a huge bell tower on the top floor facing the city.
This church is the best and most majestic building in the Cemetery of the Living, so Lan Xiaolan can see it clearly from a distance.
Such a building is obviously out of tune with the buildings in the city. Lan Xiaolan was also curious and couldn't help but take a few more glances.
I don't know why, but the steering wheel of the phone unconsciously turned towards the church.
A few hundred meters away from the church, I suddenly saw a group of girls in brightly colored skirts and heavy makeup walking out of the side door of the church angrily.
The girls at the back were actually dragging a girl whose face and nose were bruised and swollen from being beaten.
The beaten girl had her hands tied and her clothes torn into several pieces. She was forcibly thrown out of the side door like a prisoner.
The other girls who were dragging her had no intention of letting her go, and groups of three or four began punching and kicking her as she fell to the ground.
The leaders surrounding the group kept waving and shouting towards the street, occasionally letting out a few charming laughs.
The side door of the church faces the bus station of the Living Cemetery City. Every day, the drivers who come here to send or pick up passengers come to this gathering point early in the morning, waiting for everything here with familiarity.
Seeing the girls recruiting people, the men with obscene and hateful expressions on the opposite side rushed up one by one.
The men looked at the group of girls who were dressed brightly and posing coquettishly, as if they were selecting items.
If a man likes a girl, he will take her to his car directly. If he doesn't like a girl, he will stay there and show off his graceful body.
Girls were taken away one after another, and the face of the girl who had just been thrown to the ground and beaten was finally revealed to everyone.
Several men who had not yet made a decision twisted their mouths into an evil smile, revealing their sharp teeth, and walked towards the girl on the ground step by step.
One of the men, whose face was covered with scars and ulcers, squatted down, forcibly pinched the girl's chin, and looked at her again and again like a hunter admiring his prey.
His mouth was open, his expression grim and disgusting, his saliva almost dripping to the ground, and he nodded in satisfaction.
The wretched man picked up the girl's bound hands and forcibly pulled her up from the ground.
The girl, covered in bruises, struggled desperately with her last bit of strength. She was indeed agile and after getting up, she kicked the wretched man.
At this time, the fat, scarred and vicious man was completely enraged. He slapped the girl hard, pulled her onto himself, and wanted to do something indecent to her.
Seeing that something was wrong, Lan Xiaolan immediately got out of the car, ran angrily to the man's side, and rescued the seriously injured girl.
"Stop it, what do you want to do!"
The wretched man whose good thing was interrupted was originally very angry, but when he saw Lan Xiaolan, who was standing in front of him with alternative clothes, he suddenly became interested.
Lan Xiaolan was wearing a clean white T-shirt. Sweat had soaked her collar and back. Through the sweat, one could vaguely see her body.
The man whistled, looked at Lan Xiaolan, grinned, and expressed his great satisfaction with her.
The man felt in his pocket, took out a thick stack of clothes, shook it in front of Lan Xiaolan, and then began to reach out and move closer to her step by step.
Lan Xiaolan was so scared that her body was shaking unconsciously. Suddenly, she felt in her pocket, took out a pistol, and pointed it at the devil-like man with trembling hands.
Seeing the pistol, the onlookers took a step back, worried that the gun would go off accidentally.
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