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In the evening, Nova rushed back. The strong smell of blood was pungent, and the corpses were lying all over the ground. She witnessed the tragic situation in the village with her own eyes, she couldn't help herself, she was filled with grief and indignation, and her emotions broke out.

Too careless.

The other party must have premeditated the killing, and did not do it until she was out!

Nova's hands and feet gradually became cold, and his body was extremely stiff. He stood there in a daze, with anger burning in his heart, and his expression was in a trance. Unwillingness and remorse impacted her heart, and depressive and agitated emotions appeared alternately.

It wasn't until she regained her senses that she turned her head and stared elsewhere.

Looking at the forest path run over by horseshoes not far away, Nova's eyes were cold, she stood up without saying a word, and followed the horseshoe prints and messy footprints to track down the murderer.

A few hours later, she chased for more than forty miles, and after crossing a high hill full of rocks, there was a human settlement in front of her eyes, surrounded by smoke.

These are large and small villages established by vagrants in the wilderness. There are both permanent settlements and temporary camps; there are well-scaled ash yards and casual wooden houses; , there are also unremarkable shacks...

Soot and dust rose from the other side of the camp, flying in the air.

There are caves that people dug under the hillside, specially used for burning ashes. "Carbon burning field" is the name of this area.

The charcoal is burned to produce wood ash, which is then extracted to produce potassium salts, a valuable ingredient in soap making.

The by-products of charcoal are also very common, such as plant ash, which is not only a fertilizer for poor soil, but also can be made into mortar to smear walls, and can even be used to make medicine to dispel cold, reduce swelling, and eliminate disease and accumulation.

It seems that, under the rule of the gang of thugs, people here occasionally do some serious business, not all the time to grab and grab.

Nova saw the owner of the horseshoe prints, a group of horses kept in a pen, grazing with their heads down.

In addition, there are two-wheeled trucks, some loaded with the output of this place, and some have been unloaded and are on the way to reload. Around the camp, there are some armed thugs, who seem to be wandering around, but are actually patrolling.

Nova remembered what the villagers had said, so it should be right, this is the lair of the Black Tower Gang.

The animal was the first to smell the stranger, and kept snorting, raising its head and shaking it wildly from time to time. Nova's face was cold, and without delay, he directly broke into the headquarters of the Black Tower Gang.

More than a dozen skinny people are busy in the camp, chopping firewood, chopping meat, carrying water, making fire and cooking. These people wear rough shackles made of plant fibers on their hands and feet, and their clothes are in rags. They should be arrested by the Black Tower Gang Come slave.

There are some gang guys who break bushes and have sticks and whips and bows and arrows made of string in their hands, howl like crazy, and whip whips, and that's overseeing the work of slaves and charcoal burners.

These thugs like to show their power anytime and anywhere, execute prisoners, and make them a grand ceremony, much like the practice of the Middle Ages. The thugs set up a square, lit a bonfire, hung up those who made mistakes or were about to die, tortured them severely, and then set them on fire to die. Listening to their painful wails, the villains gathered around dancing and laughing.

These cruel rituals are to tell people what the consequences of challenging the authority of the Black Tower Gang will be.

Everyone saw the man who was full of murderous intent, and his behavior was extremely mysterious, walking slowly. Shocked by its powerful aura, no one dared to go up to stop Nova.

Nova covered his head with the blood-stained veil of the villagers, and his expression was cold under the veil.

After instantly cutting the throats of two thugs, in a certain camp, she confronted the mutant leader of the gang—the tall and strong "Black Tower".

Without too many words, Nova just asked lightly—"Is this the territory of the Black Tower Gang?".

After receiving the opponent's fury and ruthless ridicule, it only took a few seconds for Nova to end the battle, trampling the huge body of the black tower under his feet.

Heita still tried to resist, and would rather be beaten to death than surrender, so Nova complied with his wish and beat him to death alive.

In full view, she hung the stone head of the Black Tower high on the flagpole to warn everyone not to act rashly. The villains of the other gangs were stunned. Faced with such a terrifying force, they were all shattered. They threw down their weapons one after another and scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Nova didn't kill all the fleeing gangsters here, leaving none behind, but only dealt with the other two small bosses. Nova then turned and left without looking back, disappearing into the night.

The yellow sand was swept away, and the blood-red earth was left behind.

Since then, there has been a legend of "a scary witch covered in scarlet".

Many gangs were frightened by the news and stayed away from it, never daring to set foot here again. Because they all know that there is a perverted demon hidden here, not only powerful, but also with terrifying methods, maybe one day they come out to ask for a living, they will suddenly encounter it, and die unexpectedly.

However, the dead villagers never came back to life.

They have learned the price of kindness with their lives.

Nova became famous after this battle, but suffered repeated torments in his heart.

She returned to the small village, and with a wave of her hand, the vines were covered with thorns, drilled out of the ground, entangled the dead, and returned to the earth for burial. Then she stood in front of the rocky hill for a long time, lost in confusion.

This village should have formed part of the order of the region, allowing people to thrive. But now it was gone, utterly deserted, a new dead grave.

The disappearance of the Black Tower Gang overnight caused quite a stir in the local area, and also created a huge power vacuum.

Freed from the servitude of the Black Tower gang, these skinny slaves are completely free, and their lives are completely lost, because they have nowhere to go.

The slaves were happy for a while, and instead of fleeing, they stayed there at a loss, searching for all the food that could satisfy their hunger.

What Nova didn't know was that the Black Tower Gang had a very high prestige in the local area and could deter the entire region. This ashes field is not only their base camp, but also their most important source of supplies.

On weekdays, thugs can also do business with surrounding large settlements or other gangs, exchanging charcoal, ash and other products for daily necessities. Now, the leader of the gang was killed indiscriminately by Nova Yitong, and the gangsters fled in all directions. The situation was chaotic, and no one cared about it. The slaves didn't know how to live.

They can't even afford food, let alone the ability to get out of this wilderness by themselves. Even if they survive by chance and become refugees~www.wuxiaspot.com~, they will be arrested again, unable to escape the clutches of other gangs.

Nova only heard about it later on the road. The shattering of unrealistic expectations shocked her heart.

She can bear the darkness if she never sees the light.

Wildness and cruelty are the truth of the world today. Heaven and **** have switched places, and the past world no longer exists, leaving only miserable, dirty, and abominable things. Living soberly is like a kind of pain.

She doesn't want to live in such a world.

Cognitive bias makes everyone respect violence, and fear overwhelms rationality. Everyone can only glimpse the glorious civilization created in the past from the remaining relics, and marvel at the lives of people at that time.

They also want to live like that, but no one knows how to do it. This is a problem with the pattern.

As a survivor after the collapse of the world order, Nova's mind remains clear. She has seen not only heights, but also patterns.

Now, only the means of realization are left.