Douluo: Emperor of Light

After bidding farewell to the thirty new members of the Douluo Palace who were still very young, Qingyang waited for an hour.

During this period, the elites of the former Law Enforcement Hall and the current members of the Douluo Hall were arranged to protect them. After adjusting their status and equipment, they also set out on the road.

Luo Ya, Tang Jie, and Feng Nan, these three outstanding soul masters led by Jin Yao, each led a team and secretly performed protection tasks.

With these people watching, Qingyang can feel at ease. In addition to the superficial beauty, the world of soul masters also hides a lot of darkness.

For the fledgling students, facing those old men and women, the eighth level will suffer a huge setback.

After confirming that everyone was gone, Qingyang started to take action, left here, and observed the city alone.

There was naturally a reason for choosing Koinol City. The Wuhun Branch Hall in this city was one of his destinations.

Along the way, most of the shops on the street were closed, and there were only a few open shops, which seemed extremely sparse on this long street.

Not only that, the flow of people nearby is also very sparse, and you can't see the lively scene of the city at all.

Even in dark corners, there are many people, wrapped in thick and worn clothes, leaning motionless against the wall next to them, trying to reduce their consumption as much as possible.

If those people weren't still breathing, everyone would think that all of them were dead.

A few of them looked at the sky with a turbid and hollow look.

It's like a walking corpse that has lost hope and has no purpose.

Quiet, so silent that it was eerie, only the sound of the wind could be heard, surrounding this area.This kind of atmosphere makes Qingyang walking here feel as if he has entered another world.

Qingyang pursed his lips. Even though he was prepared in his heart, he still couldn't accept it when he saw this scene.

Not far away, Qingyang saw a half-grown child in ragged clothes and dirty clothes at the corner of a stone platform on the roadside.

At this time, he was squatting on the lawn, facing a big tree, carefully hiding a piece of food in his hand, lowering his head and concentrating on chewing and swallowing.

After thinking for a while, Qingyang stepped forward lightly and came to his side.

At this time, the child seemed to realize that he turned around and raised his head warily, hiding the piece of cake behind his back.

Qingyang tried his best not to arouse the other party's vigilance. He waited for the other party to finish his action before slowly squatting down and asking in a warm voice:

"Is food so short now? My child, how long has it been since you had food?"

Seeing that the other party was still silent and full of vigilance, Qingyang took out a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it over.

The child looked at the object in Qingyang's hand with confusion. After a while, he recognized the candy.

His face was instantly filled with surprise, and his hands moved extremely quickly. He quickly grabbed the candy, took it back, and hid it behind him along with the uneaten pancake.

After doing all this, he hesitated for a moment and said in a dry and naive voice: "Thank you, you are a good person just like the brothers and sisters just now."

Qingyang nodded and reached out to stroke his messy, dry hair, not disliking the obvious dirtiness on it.

A warm and soft soul power flowed into the child's body along Qingyang's hand.

Under the nourishment of this soul power, his thin and chapped skin began to regain vitality, his pale face slowly returned to ruddy, and even his depressed spirit gradually improved.

Although the child's appearance is still so messy and dilapidated, under Qingyang's methods, his physical condition is much better than before.

Qingyang withdrew his hand, and a smile appeared on his gradually stiff face.

"If I remember correctly, when the famine occurred, Wuhun Palace had already mobilized a batch of food, and the Bianwu Province of the Star Luo Empire also urgently transferred part of the military rations."

"Why... are your lives still so hopeless?"

Listening to Qingyang's words that sounded like he was confused and asking himself questions, the child shook his head, took out the unfinished pancake, took a big bite, and chewed it carefully and quickly.

After swallowing, he tore off a large piece of pancake with great reluctance and handed it to Qingyang carefully.

"Mom said you should be grateful when you accept help from others. I have nothing else but this...can you accept it?"

Qingyang's smile disappeared, and he took the small, cold pancake with teeth marks and saliva on it and remained silent.

The child didn't know why Qingyang was in a bad mood. He thought about it for a while with his small brain, but it was still so difficult to understand.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but it has been almost a month and everyone has nothing to eat."

"If some brothers and sisters hadn't given me this cake just now, I would have died sleeping here like them."

The child's voice was very calm. Following the direction he pointed, Qingyang saw several old people, or corpses, huddled in the corner, motionless and not breathing.

Qingyang squeezed his hands tightly, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.At the same time, his voice became softer and gentler:

"What about the orphanage? And the nursing home? Not to mention others, there should be these two places funded by Wuhun Palace in this city. Why haven't I seen them?"

This sentence seemed to have touched some switch, and the child's face, which was originally very plain, instantly became distorted.

"Martial Soul Hall... is not a good thing!"

"The same goes for the Star Luo Empire, there is no good person!"

"My parents were killed by a soldier. People died every day in the orphanage. In order for me to escape, my friends died in front of me!"

Seeing the anger on the child's face, Qingyang knew in his heart that there was no need to ask any more questions.

The situation here is even worse than described. It has reached the point where it is common for people to starve to death, not to mention those who are almost blatant.

If this continues, the order of this city will soon collapse, and chaos will come again.

This is not the conspiracy and sabotage of an evil soul master, this is an uncontrolled desire rooted in people themselves.

"I see."

Qingyang stood up and looked at this lifeless city.

"I can't bear your pain, but at least from now on, the tragedy that happened will never happen again."

"At that time, I hope you can give Wuhun Palace and others a little bit of trust again."

The child picked up the identity token that fell in his hand and engraved the big character "Zhi" on it, and looked at it with confusion.

At this moment, Qingyang had already turned around and left, with no trace of his back.