Chapter 522 Refugees from the Upper Realm
No one knew how long it had been.
Upper bound.
In a dilapidated ancient city, there was only one relatively intact house among four or five adjacent buildings. Even so, a corner of the eaves was missing, and the whole house looked dusty.
There are a few people coming and going here.
It is not the scene as imagined where there are true immortals everywhere and the Immortal King is worse than a dog. There are still many weak people here.
Relatively speaking, this type of people are also the easiest to be eliminated.
There was no way. They were not strong enough to use the passage to reach the underworld. They could only keep migrating and looking for a relatively safe place to live.
An ancient city like this has a very good environment.
Most of the time, they had to sleep in the open air, spending the day on a slightly flat rock or branch.
Being able to stay here is simply a luxury.
"Huh? There are actually people opening a store here?"
People passing by looked tiredly at a store.
The store is indeed slightly better than other buildings in the ancient city, but it is just much neater and has not suffered any damage. However, it has one thing in common with other buildings, which is that it looks very old.
People passing by went over to take a look.
The environment inside was different from the outside, at least there was no dust, and it looked brand new and a bit out of place! From the situation inside the store, it seemed like an inn. There was no one inside, only a man standing in front of the counter, propping up his head with his hands, looking drowsy, without any sense of defense.
“Brother…”
A group of people came to the counter and carefully woke the other party up in a low and hoarse voice.
The man's neck tilted and his head almost fell on the table.
He supported himself on the table with both hands, smacked his lips, shook his dizzy head, and finally opened his sleepy eyes.
He was wearing clothes whose original color could no longer be recognized. Years of dirt had dyed the clothes a muddy yellow. His hair was tied loosely behind his head. The strange thing was that there was a strand of white hair in his hair, which looked very conspicuous.
He was none other than Jiang Ming who came from the lower world.
"Hah... We have guests. Excuse me, what would you like to order?" Jiang Ming yawned and asked lazily.
"Excuse me, but what do you have here?" the leading man asked with a kind smile.
Jiang Ming looked around.
The man's strength was only at the level of a spirit being transformed. Next to him was a pale-faced woman and behind him was a little girl. They must have fled to him with their families for refuge.
With this kind of strength, in today's upper realm, it is no different from an ant.
Not even cannon fodder.
Jiang Ming glanced at them, leaned his elbows on the table, and said calmly: "Whatever you want, I have it here, so just say it boldly."
The family of three was a little absent-minded.
Everything? This shopkeeper is a little... neurotic, right? The plane they are in now, to put it nicely, is the world that all the lower planes admire. In fact, they don't have much power to resist.
Most of the True Immortals fled to the lower realms for refuge. The Immortal Emperor and the Immortal King struggled to hold on, but could only hold on to a corner of the land.
How can a small area accommodate all the survivors in the world? It can be said that 90% of people like them are on the run.
Except for the cities blessed by the Immortal Emperor, in an abandoned ancient city like this, it is a luxury to be able to live here safely, let alone have resources.
In their eyes, Jiang Ming was just making fun of them.
"I want to eat... I've been hungry for more than a month..."
At this time, the little girl hiding behind the man grabbed the man's clothes tightly, obviously mustering up a lot of courage.
When the man heard this, he felt mixed emotions.
What their daughter said was naturally what they thought.
Although he had reached the level of Spirit Transformation, normally he would have already been fasting and did not need to eat, but his daughter did not!
Moreover, in the current situation, all the blessed lands have been snatched up, and under the suppression of the Kelu people, it is extremely difficult for them to absorb spiritual energy to replenish their own strength. So even if he has reached the level of Divine Transformation, he has actually already felt the fatigue and hunger brought by his body.
At this time, Jiang Ming also understood what they meant. He took out two plates of dried meat from under the table, walked over and placed them on the nearest table.
He also picked up a jar of wine and placed it under the table.
"Is this enough?" Jiang Ming asked.
The man was stunned for a moment, cleared his throat, and when he came to his senses, he nodded hastily: "Enough, enough!"
After saying this, the man was still quite reserved, but the little girl behind him was different.
She is not strong enough to practice fasting, and her spiritual energy is scarce, so it is already her limit that she can hold on until now.
It can be seen that the girl looked a little dazed. Facing the meat in front of her, she could no longer hold back.
Seeing the girl grabbing the dried meat with her hands and hiding under the table to chew it, Jiang Ming's eyes didn't even waver at all.
He looked at the man and said slowly: "Come on, sit down, I haven't seen you for a long time, let's drink some wine, eat some meat, and talk about life."
As he spoke, Jiang Ming waved his hand and took out three wine bowls from his storage bag.
"Madam, do you drink?"
The woman did not answer, but it could be seen from her eyes that she was very much looking forward to both the meat and the wine.
In fact, the man was still somewhat wary, but now, he had nothing to guard against.
If he could have a good meal and drink a bowl of wine before he died, he would be satisfied even if it was his last meal.
"able!"
The man sat down, already ready to go! After saying that, he also grabbed a piece of dried meat and started chewing it.
It had been so long since I had tasted meat that I almost cried after taking a bite. Tears occasionally flowed down my face, which was full of vicissitudes.
Not only him, but the woman next to him also started to eat voraciously.
It can be said that this family is just like hungry jackals, sharing the piece of meat in front of them.
As for Jiang Ming, he was not in a hurry. He drank the wine in the bowl calmly and didn't even look at their miserable appearance.
After eating, the man quietly waited for his own ending.
But after a long time, he didn't feel any discomfort in his body. It was as if the exhausted Qi in his body was rekindled at this moment! He was stunned for a long time, and finally dared to look at Jiang Ming.
"Why?"
The man's question was a little unclear, but he really didn't understand.
In such an environment, food is even more scarce than spiritual energy, not to mention giving food to others, which is simply a waste of natural resources! And wine! With his status as a refugee, how could he possibly drink a sip of real good wine in such an environment?
"Did you finish eating?"
At this time, Jiang Ming spoke.
"Thank you for letting us have a meal, but... we really have nothing to give you." The man struggled for a long time and finally said it.
"Don't worry, I don't want anything from you. I just want some information." Jiang Ming said after taking a sip of wine.
"Have you heard of Daotian Sect?"
(End of this chapter)
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