The Death Knell

"Grey fur? This word is a bit familiar, but I can't remember what it is. Teacher, can you tell me?"

In view of the special structure of the city, this mid-air platform is also surrounded by walls. The steam overflowing from large and small chimneys and pipes is trapped within the walls and cannot dissipate. Instead, the streets are filled with white smoke. , the air smells humid and muggy.

But the edges of the city are where low-class workers live. In the eyes of the big capitalist rulers, they are not considered human beings, so the living conditions of these people have nothing to do with them.

It doesn’t matter whether the workers sleep on the streets or live in pipelines, as long as they can provide labor force.

And if you look at it from another perspective, the warm steam is also providing warmth to prevent low-class people sleeping on the street from freezing to death at night.

"Greyfur is a monster with a human body and a rat head. It is a magical creature that basically serves the Blood King or the Black Mage. They are often very smart and cunning, and can put on a layer of human skin and play the role of the corresponding human being. They are weak in combat power, but they are all spies and spies, and they are the eyes of the villain placed in certain forces."

"The Blood King occupies the territory close to the Dark Tower. He is much stronger than other forces, so what else does he want?" The mysterious guest recalled it and asked again.

"The first is the other Merlin rainbow crystal balls. He only has six in his hand, and seven more are scattered outside. In addition, he also sends his men everywhere to collect children with superpower potential, probably trying to use their imagination , open more passages to other parallel worlds, and use this to destroy the Dark Tower."

Su Ming walked in the steam, and many water columns quickly condensed on the cowboy's leather vest, but soon his cold body was accepted by the enthusiasm of the city.

The people here are also very friendly. Even if they see someone who is obviously dressed as a gunslinger, their eyes will not change at all, let alone surprise or other emotions.

Just like those monsters in the wilderness, Su Ming and Mysterio soon met the workers after get off work in the city. They all looked blankly in their eyes and seemed to be distracted when walking. There was no expression on their faces. Numbness remains.

They were wearing dirty and worn-out clothes, and their faces looked like they had just emerged from a boiler, covered with traces of smoke and fire. Those in better conditions wore a dirty towel around their necks, while those in poorer conditions simply wore their shirts. No, he was shirtless, revealing his thin, ribbed body.

But these people have one thing in common, that is, they all carry various heavy tools, including huge wrenches, huge hammers, huge iron lifts, etc., and these tools have numbers on them, which obviously do not belong to them. .

These are tools assigned to them by capitalists. Although these workers carry them home, they have no place to use them at home. They only bring them home to prevent theft.

If you lose your tools, don't think twice, just go into the wind chime next to the railroad tracks.

In a steamy alley, the master and apprentice met such a group of workers.

After the other party saw that their clothes were clean, they both silently retreated to both sides of the alley, as if trying to stick themselves to the wall, trying to avoid it, lowering their heads and getting out of the way.

There is no need to say anything. In this kind of society, the way to distinguish class is very simple, just look at clean clothes and boots.

Although she felt the convenience brought by class, it was difficult for Mysterio to be happy. She only felt that the people in front of her didn't look like humans at all, but some tools without will.

If she wanted to see something without self-will kneel and kowtow at her, then she could let the tentacle monsters do this every day in the palace on the edge of hell.

In this deformed society, all she can feel is loneliness. The key is that these people don't even regard themselves as human beings. The complete numbness brings a kind of desperate suffocation.

Hundreds of workers were standing against the wall in the alley, with their heads hanging down to give way to the best spot in the middle of the road. But Liana didn't take a step. She just looked at the teacher beside her, asking for advice.

It was so quiet in the alley that they didn't even dare to breathe.

Su Ming knew that he would not be able to get any information outside the city from these workers, because their line of sight had long been blocked by steam.

Working eighteen hours a day, doing strenuous physical work, eating the same food as the worst horse feed, and not caring if he was full, no one would have bothered to gossip about the outside world.

The people here are just struggling to survive, and for them, it is difficult enough to ensure their survival in a doomsday-like environment.

"Let's go, it's none of our business. Even if you want to change, wait until I find the Dark Tower." Su Ming stepped forward, not looking at the people on both sides of the road, because they didn't have faces of their own at all. Everyone Their expressions are all the same, like puppets without facial features.

There are many brass pipes in the alley. Steam is still gushing out from the joints of these pipes, and everyone's face cannot be seen clearly.

But before they had gone far, a man suddenly appeared from the steam in front of him. This man was very strong, wearing relatively clean clothes, and holding a wet whip in his hand. He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I want five pairs of pliers! A hammer! Come forward quickly! If you work overtime for two hours, each person can get thirty beans!"

The people carrying the corresponding tools walked out of the queue silently, and they didn't even have their names.

What tools they have, they are what they are. Does anyone really think that bosses and supervisors can remember the names of lowly people?

"I've never seen any place where the beans are distributed according to the number of beans." Seeing this scene, the mysterious guest couldn't help but complain.

In the supervisory profession, you need to have good eyes and ears. The former is to find out who is slacking off, while the latter is to find out who is speaking ill of the boss behind his back.

The strong man turned around with anger, wanting to see which woman was so bold and dared to talk about this. Although the reward distributed by the superiors was fifty beans per person, he deducted twenty taps, but left Thirty pills are enough for the lower class!

But when he turned his head and saw the two men's gunslinger attire and handsome clothes, the anger on his face immediately disappeared and turned into a funny expression of flattery:

"Ah, it turns out to be the traveling gunslinger sir and his wife. Welcome, welcome to Ludd. Is there anything I can do for you? Buy workers? Buy maids? Or do you need a high-end hotel to rest?"

Although guns are very common in the middle world, every gunslinger is a representative of force. A gunslinger who can pass various wilderness trials and come to the middle world will have no problem dealing with fifty soldiers who also have guns.

Cleaner and complete clothes mean that the gunslinger is still rich. In Ludd, money means a superior person. Whether it is gold or US dollars, it can help its owner live a life of superiority.

That's right, US dollars are in circulation here. Whether it's US dollars in the "Mist" world or money in the "Dead Light" world, you can spend it directly here, even if the United States does not exist in the middle world.

This is very strange, but what is there to argue with the people in the apocalypse? In some other world, bottle caps can be used as currency, so there is no reason why beautifully printed banknotes can't.

Being called madam, the mysterious guest fell silent. She hugged the teacher's arm with a smile and raised her chin slightly, as if she liked this city a little bit.

As for Su Ming, he didn't bother to argue with a foreman. He just patted the other person's strong arm, which was a muscle that had been trained by beating workers over time:

"Tell me where the best bar in town is, I want to know something."