Necromancer Doomsday Walk

39 Compassion

"Let's go and see those who voluntarily became slaves first." Tang Fan said this out of curiosity in his heart.

"Sir, please follow me," Wang Gang said, leading the way, while Sun Li stayed at the off-road vehicle to prevent it from being stolen by some blind guy.

Tang Fan and the other three followed Wang Gang as they walked inside, turned into a small alley, continued forward, turned several corners, and came to a dilapidated but not small thatched house.

Tang Fan couldn't help but be a little surprised. In this era, it was quite unexpected to see thatched houses in the city.

A mixed smell of sour and stinky smells constantly floated out from the thatched house, which was very pungent. The extremely dim lights were flickering. It can be imagined that the inside must be a mess.

"Sir, just go in from here."

Wang Gang walked to an open door and said, the light inside seemed very dim, and strange moans came out intermittently, as if they were hurt, hungry, etc.

When I walked to the door, the mixed sour smell suddenly became stronger.

Under the source of darkness, Tang Fan's eyes narrowed because he had already seen the scene inside the thatched house.

The dimness here could not stop Tang Fan's sharp and terrifying eyes at all. They were as clear as day, every detail visible.

Inside this thatched hut, there were figures lying one after another in various directions, some lying on their stomachs, some sitting, and some leaning against the walls of the thatched hut, with different postures and none of them in a straight shape.

Each of them was in ragged clothes, looked haggard, had a sallow complexion and was thin, obviously suffering from excessive malnutrition.

There is no way around this. After all, it is difficult for them to even get food. Being able to avoid starving to death is already very good and a huge blessing. How can they ask for anything else.

Here, Tang Fan vaguely felt the aura of death.

There is life and death in the human body.

When the vitality is strong, the person will be healthy and energetic. When the death energy becomes strong, the person will fall into disease. As the death energy becomes strong, the person will eventually die.

Tang Fan is a necromancer who mainly uses mental power, but he is extremely sensitive to the aura of death and can easily feel it. Therefore, he immediately judged that many people must have died in this thatched house, and now,

There are still many people on the verge of death.

Tang Fan and others stepped into the thatched hut. The sound of slight footsteps sounded and spread inside. In an instant, it was as if a stone had fallen into a peaceful sleep, stirring up layers of ripples.

"Someone is coming."

A rather weak but exciting voice sounded, as if walking in the darkness, on the verge of despair, suddenly saw a ray of light piercing the darkness, shining warmth on the body.

As soon as this sound appeared, other people immediately started to move and struggled one by one. Although they were all weak at this time, they still struggled to sit up.

When he opened his eyes, his skinny cheeks and eye sockets were almost bulging, and his eyes were dull and dull.

"Choose me."

"Choose me."

"Choose me, I'm proficient in software design..."

"Choose me, choose me, I can design clothes..."

When these people saw Tang Fan and others appear one by one, they immediately understood the purpose of Tang Fan and others coming here.

Of course, there are only two types of people who come to this place, one is people who voluntarily become slaves and sell themselves, and the other is naturally people who come to buy slaves.

Looking at the attire of Tang Fan and others, it is obvious that they are not the first type, so they are the second type.

These people deeply felt the horror of hunger. This kind of torture almost made them collapse. If it were not for the remaining will to survive, some of them would have committed suicide long ago to avoid suffering all kinds of pain and torture.

They are looking forward to it all the time, hoping that someone will come here and then take them out. Just giving them food to satisfy their hunger is enough.

In fact, some of these people originally lived in the city and had a stable job. Although the income was not high and the work was quite hard, they were able to support themselves.

However, life is always full of various accidents, either because of this or because of that, etc., which eventually led to them having to fall into the current situation, becoming a slave selling themselves, like a slaughterhouse.

Like an animal, it is waiting for its master to come.

"Choose me, I will..."

Sounds like this came one after another, and some even stretched out their hands and kept grabbing, as if they wanted to grab the corners of Tang Fan and others' clothes, but strangely, the corners of Tang Fan and others' robes seemed to be

As if they were possessed of spirituality, they stretched out their hands to grab it but found nothing.

Tang Fan had no intention of going deeper because it was too dirty and messy inside.

There was even excrement in the mess, and the stench was extremely disgusting. Fortunately, with a slight movement of his mental energy, Tang Fan immediately blocked out the smell.

Ignoring those weak but gleaming voices of hope, Tang Fan was very clear about his position. He was not a savior, and his abilities were limited. Although he saw the scene in front of him, his heart was still touched, and he felt a surge of emotion.

He has compassion, but he can't take away everyone here.

He has choices, and he chooses what is useful to him.

His eyes slowly scanned the inside of the thatched house. This thatched house was not small, and there were many people inside. A rough calculation suggested that there were more than two hundred people inside.

Simply use mental power, because it is difficult to see anything if you look at it this way, so it is better to use mental power to brush the selection.

The mental power swept past like a silent and invisible storm, immediately covering all these people, and their energy and energy were also felt by Tang Fan.

After scanning around carefully, Tang Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment.

Nothing he needs.

In fact, it was just a matter of buying slaves. Tang Fan's original intention was to buy a few slaves who would be responsible for cleaning up the courtyard, etc. That was all. This was not difficult.

But for some reason, when he came here and saw these people, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable mentally, but he didn't want to choose them. He didn't know what he wanted to choose. It was just a feeling, very pure.

Feel.

It's like going to the supermarket. I originally said I wanted to buy something to eat before going there, but after actually entering the supermarket and facing so many foods, I suddenly have no interest in it unless it's something that can make my eyes light up.