Along the way, he saw many scenes of coexistence of prosperity and desolation, and saw many creatures trying to survive in the cracks.
Compared to the fortresses seen along the way, Baoping Town is not prosperous.
Huang Donglai nodded and said:
"This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are very few merchants passing by, so naturally there are fewer people."
"But as long as we don't carry too much baggage and can walk fast enough, it's very convenient to go to the Ming Jiao tribe's land from here."
Li Mo glanced at the map and recalled what Huang Donglai had said during this period.
The closer we get to the South Gate, the more peaceful the monsters become, and the denser the garrison troops stationed there become.
The deeper into southern Xinjiang one goes, the weaker Dayu's influence becomes.
The ones who guard the peace of the area are no longer the garrison troops, but the "witch spirits" believed in by the people.
"Brother Li, that..."
Murong Xiao finished his daily homework of suppressing his blood, and suddenly spoke awkwardly.
"Run out again?"
Li Mo was speechless. He took out a gold brick and then skillfully broke it into small golden beans.
"Well...I will definitely return it to Brother Li when I return to Ziyang Mansion."
Murong Xiao looked more and more ashamed.
"Why, do you want to accumulate merits by yourself?"
Li Mo smiled and shook his head, then took out some herbs and food.
The more chaotic the world becomes, the more worthless human life becomes.
Murong Xiao adheres to the saying of only doing good things, and never stands idly by when seeing suffering along the way.
Given his kind nature, he would have done it even if it wasn't for the purpose of suppressing his bloodline.
In fact, a considerable portion of it is Li Mo’s investment.
All right.
It can't be considered an investment either.
Now I don’t know if it’s because my realm has become higher.
Even if it saves ordinary people's lives, there won't be much feedback.
After helping Murong Xiao prepare the alms, the carriage had already arrived at the town entrance.
Under the archway with the words "Bao Ping" written on it.
However, as soon as I arrived at the town entrance, I saw a large crowd of people in the distance. People from southern Xinjiang, dressed in strange clothes, were gathered there, and the sound of discussion was endless.
"Why would Fu Yingzi be secretly communicating with the demon tribe?"
"She talked to that fairy that day. Could that fairy be a monster?"
"Stop the child's mother! The general cannot offend her..."
.....
Um?
Li Mo raised his eyebrows.
His eyes passed through the crowd and saw the thin girl kneeling on the stage. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and her lips were white.
A shirtless executioner was drinking strong liquor, and his sword was thicker than a little girl's waist.
After looking at the sky, the commander sitting on the high platform said loudly:
"The time has come!"
"Execution!"
.....
PS: I sat up in shock from my deathbed, and the King of Hell praised me for my good health.
Please ask the audience to charge the battery, muah~
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