King Leng's Excessive Pampering of His Wife: Wasted Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 135 Suona
Crescent City.

This area is an oasis, and it was once a well-known and fertile place in the southern region, known as the pearl of the desert.

After the change of dynasty, the Nansha Kingdom took Singheran as its capital and focused on the construction of Singheran and nearby cities, which gradually declined.

This declining city has been ignored by outsiders for a long time, but it appeared on the scroll's road map.

"What's wrong with this place? All the city gates are closed. Does this mean that people are not allowed to enter?"

Han Yujue complained as he kicked the stones on the sand.

Looking up against the scorching sun, there were no guards on the tower.

"There are many horse thieves in the desert, and this place is a rich oasis, so we might as well lock up the city." Murong Che ordered, "Lucia, fly up to see if there are any guards on the tower."

"Yes."

Lucia turned around and turned into an elf and flew up.

After a while, she flew back, "Masters, there is a person dozing off above, and I have woken him up."

"The defense is so lax?" Han Yujue wondered.

There is also a mysterious golden symbol next to Crescent City on the map. According to Mo Qingyan's guess, it means gold.

City of Gold, is it really okay for the guards to be so casual?

With the city gate slowly opening and a gust of sand blowing up, Han Yujue will soon know the answer to this question.

"Who are you...? What are you doing here?"

The guard yawned and looked at Han Yujue and the others with a strange look.

"Come to travel, can't you?" Han Yujue asked back, "This oasis was quite famous before, why is it that the city is locked and the gates are covered with dust?"

The guard laughed strangely: "It was famous 100 years ago... Go in and take a good look. Group after batch, they all come to Ghost Gate to report."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his skinny hand to the four of them, "Toll fee, one gold coin per person."

It takes money to enter a city, and it turns out that the world is as black as crows.

Murong Che threw him four gold coins impatiently and sent him away.

"If you want to be top-notch, go to Wumeng Inn, which is the only inn in Crescent City."

The guard left this sentence and walked up the tower.

"There is only one inn in the whole city?" Han Yujue asked.

"So, it seems that the wealth of this Crescent City has also come to an end."

Murong Che walked forward, and after seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

I saw dilapidated buildings everywhere, and there were no pedestrians on the road, only a few skinny people collapsed on the ground and groaned weakly.

The small river flowing through the city has long since dried up, leaving only broken bridges and pavilions, which can vaguely see the prosperity of the past.

Han Yujue also followed, "This place is more like a ghost town than the Golden City..."

Mo Qingyan stepped forward to inspect the dying people one by one, finally shook his head, and sighed softly: "The death energy is too strong, and it is impossible to treat them any longer."

"You can't save your life for a while." Murong Che said calmly, "Let's go, go to the inn to eat something good, and rest for a while."

People cross the street.

Han Yujue seemed to feel a lot of attention.

The people in the city hid in their mud houses and watched them, and when they passed by, they closed the windows tightly.

Wumen Inn.

"These are our best food..." The white-haired innkeeper brought out the food with trembling hands, "Oh, I don't know how many years I haven't seen any guests from outside..."

Han Yujue looked at the scattered vegetable leaves and the muddy soup on the dish.

"Okay, shopkeeper, let's eat our own dry food." She shook her head helplessly.

There were some other people sitting in the inn, all of them shattered, holding a bowl of muddy water and greedily gulping it down.

When they heard the word dry food, they immediately stared at Han Yujue and the others.

Mo Qingyan was about to share something with them, but was stopped by Murong Che.

"Do you know anything about the Yinlang Dynasty? If you can share valuable information, I can distribute dry food to you."

Hungry refugees look at each other.

"Hey... want to find the Yinwolf Palace?..."

"Thank you for finding this place..."

"Let's go to Ghost Banquet City!..."

Boom!

The mud bowl in the innkeeper's hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered.

"Sigh... I can't go to the Lost Palace... I can't go to Ghost Banquet City..."

The shopkeeper shook his head and sighed, squatting down to pick up the debris.

"Where is Ghost Banquet City?" Murong Che continued to ask.

"Thirty miles west of Crescent City..."

"It's obviously thirty miles to the east..."

"Forget it, I don't remember this place on the map, they might just want to cheat for something to eat." Han Yujue directly threw a few pancakes to them.

The refugees were like wild dogs pouncing on their food. Before the pancakes fell into their hands, they couldn't wait to jump up.

Han Yujue chewed the delicious pancakes and said: "This place should also belong to the territory of Nansha Kingdom. Compared with the capital city Xin Helan, it is really different. Even the most remote place in Chifeng Kingdom Better than here."

Murong Che handed the water to Han Yujue, "The country of Nansha has its own appearance. If there is a real war, only an army like Qianhe Island can take the whole country."

Mo Qingyan sighed softly: "Sure enough, after so many years, this place has always been a place of alienation."

They said they were looking for an inn to eat and rest, but staying here was afraid that they would eat more dust in their mouths, so Murong Che asked the shopkeeper for four rooms, and everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The shopkeeper sent four people into the room, and told them one by one: "At night, don't come out again."

Han Yujue nodded with a smile, thinking that since you have said so, something will definitely happen that night.

This trick, she understands!

Unexpectedly, probably due to the continuous travel and exhaustion, Han Yujue fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow even though the environment of the inn was really not good.

"call--"

"Beep-beep-"

"Nanwu Nanwu...hahahaha..."

Han Yujue got up from the bed, eyes sleepy.

"Suona... sound?"

She got out of bed in a daze, put on her shoes, and walked to the window.

"Who's holding a wedding in the middle of the night..."

As soon as Han Yujue opened the door, a gust of cold wind rushed in, filling the room with dust!
"Cough, cough..."

Han Yujue was blown soberly, and waved away the dust.

"Tick-tick--"

After opening the window, the suona's voice became louder.

Han Yujue looked out the window.

I saw a group of people who were incompatible with this Crescent City walking slowly in the ruined streets.

There are gold helmets and iron armor for men, silk and satin for women, monks wearing golden Buddhist robes and chanting sutras loudly, and musicians playing suona and gongs and drums.

"It really stinks of rich people's wine and meat, and the roads are frozen to death. Unexpectedly, Crescent Moon City has declined to such a degree, and there are still such local tyrants in the city."

Han Yujue was about to close the window and continue to sleep when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)