Kryptonians come to the second dimension

The town is in decline, with only black and white, no color at all, as if it has been abandoned for a long time.

The town has all the living facilities, including a small supermarket, a post office, and a small square.

However, these facilities have long been abandoned. There are no goods in the small supermarket, the post office is dilapidated and has no staff, and the small square is overgrown with weeds.

There is only one road in the village, which has also been abandoned. There are many vehicles parked on it, but they have long been rusted and scrapped.

On both sides of the road, many villagers squatted and chatted in groups.

These villagers were ragged, skinny, unkempt, like refugees.

No, calling them refugees is an exaggeration. They look even worse than beggars.

They are as lifeless as the village, without any vitality.

If they hadn't moved from time to time, Ye Wudao would even suspect that they were dead.

If you say there is nothing fishy about this village, no one would believe it.

Lone Wolf lowered his voice and said, "Brother, what's the situation in this town? Do you think these people are alive, dead, or living dead like the underworld?"

Ye Wudao shook his head: "Not very clear, I can't tell."

"Go and track Hua Tiansheng's whereabouts quickly, I'll investigate the situation in this village."

Okay.

Lone Wolf flashed and left.

Ye Wudao continued to go deeper into the village.

"Hey, there are new people coming."

A "refugee" found Ye Wudao and said in surprise.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of hundreds of "refugees" in the village fell on Ye Wudao.

There was greed, covetousness, and hunger in their eyes, as if people who were about to starve to death saw a big piece of fat meat...

This look made Ye Wudao realize something, and his heart was horrified.

He was not afraid. These people did not bring him any threat, but when he thought about what they might do, Ye Wudao's scalp tingled.

He pretended to be calm and continued to move forward, observing these refugees by the way.

Ye Wudao soon discovered a problem.

These refugees were both male and female, but there were no old people or children, all of them were middle-aged people.

They all looked Ye Wudao up and down, as if they were looking for something.

As he was looking at him intently, a door next to him was suddenly pushed open, and a shadow rushed out from inside, rushed to Ye Wudao's feet, and hugged his legs.

"Are you a doctor? You are a doctor, right?"

"Please, please save my child. As long as you save my child, I will do anything."

Child?

There are still children here?

Ye Wudao glanced at the woman and frowned.

Although the woman was unkempt and dressed in rags, as if she hadn't washed for a long time, her facial features were delicate and her temperament was noble. It was not difficult to see that she was a pampered person in the past.

Especially her nails, which still retained traces of manicure.

Rural people would do manicures on purpose?

Just kidding.

The only explanation is that the woman used to live in a big city.

Ye Wudao glanced at the group of refugees again and found a bigger problem.

These refugees also retain more or less traces of city dwellers, such as the glittering gold necklaces on their necks, the diamond rings on their fingers, the jade on their wrists, etc.

Are they all from the city?

Why are they gathered in this remote place?

The woman was still begging.

Ye Ye Wudao nodded slightly, wanting to agree.

He was just about to check the bodies of these people to see if they were alive, dead, or living dead like the underworld.

But just as he was about to speak, a rough voice suddenly interrupted her.

"Xue Mo, are you fucking crazy? You are desperate to seek medical treatment."

"This newcomer is a gangster at first glance. He knows nothing about medicine."

"Aren't you afraid that he will kill your child?"

The woman Xue Mo shook her head again and again: "Impossible, impossible, I smell the scent of medicine from him, he must deal with herbs often."

"And judging from his temperament, he looks like a famous doctor."