Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 72 Replay
After bidding farewell to the thirty immature new members of Douluo Hall, Qingyang waited on the spot for an hour.

During the period, the former elites of the Hall of Law Enforcement and current members of the Hall of Douluo 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 brought out by Jin Yao, each lead a team and carry out the protection mission secretly.

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

The fledgling students, facing those old Jianghu, will have a big fall on the eighth floor.

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

Naturally, there was a reason for choosing Koynor City, and the Martial Soul 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 very few open shops, which seemed extremely sparse on this long street.

Not only that, the flow of people nearby is also very sparse, and the bustling scene of the city can't be seen at all.

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

If it weren't for those people who were still breathing, everyone would think that this group of people were all dead.

A few of them looked at the sky, revealing a cloudy and empty look.

It's like a walking dead with no hope and no purpose.

Quiet, silent to eerie, only the silence of the wind can be heard, surrounding this area.This kind of atmosphere makes Qingyang walking here feel like entering 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 all over at the corner of a stone platform by the road.

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

After thinking about it, Qingyang stepped forward lightly and came to his side.

At this moment, the child seemed to realize that he turned around vigilantly and raised his head, hiding the piece of cake in his hand behind his back.

Qingyang tried not to arouse the other party's vigilance, and waited until the other party's actions were completed before slowly squatting down and asking in a gentle voice:
"Is food so scarce now? Child, how long have you not eaten?"

Looking at the other party who 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 suspiciously, and after a while, he recognized the candy.

His face was filled with surprise in an instant, and the movements of his hands were extremely quick. He quickly grabbed the candy, then took it back, and hid it behind him with the unfinished pancake.

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

Qingyang nodded, stretched out his hand to stroke his messy and dry hair, and didn't dislike the obvious dirt on it.

A warm and soft soul power poured 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 rosy, and even his sluggish spirit gradually improved.

Although the child's appearance is still so messy and dilapidated, under Qingyang's means, 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 broke out, Spirit Hall had already mobilized a batch of rations, and the Bianwu Province of the Star Luo Empire also mobilized some of the rations urgently."

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

Hearing Qingyang's puzzled and self-questioning words, the child shook his head, took out the unfinished pancake, took a hard bite, and chewed carefully and quickly.

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

"My mother said that I have accepted other people's help, and I have to be grateful. I have nothing else, only this...can you accept it?"

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

The child didn't know why Qingyang was in a bad mood, he used his small brain to think for a while, but it was still so hard to understand.

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

"If it weren't for the fact that some brothers and sisters gave me this cake just now, I should have slept here to death like them."

The child's voice was very flat, following the direction he was pointing, Qingyang saw a few old people curled up in the corner, motionless and not breathing, or corpses.

Qingyang clenched his hands tightly, with mixed feelings in his heart, not a taste.At the same time, his voice became softer and gentler:
"What about the orphanage? And the nursing home? Others don't say, these two places funded by the Wuhun Temple should also exist in this city, why didn't you see them?"

These words seemed to touch some kind of switch, and the originally plain child's face twisted in an instant.

"Wuhundian... is not a good thing!"

"The Star Luo Empire is the same, there is not a single good person!"

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

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

The situation here is even worse than what was described. It is very common for people to starve to death, let alone those black hands who are almost blatant.

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

This is not some evil soul master's conspiracy and sabotage, it is rooted in people's own, unrestrained desire.

"I see."

Qingyang stood up and looked at the 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 once again give Wuhundian and others a little bit of trust."

The child picked up the identity token that had fallen in his hand, engraved with the word "Zhi" in a big way, and looked over it full of doubts.

At this time, Qingyang had already turned around and left without seeing his back.

(End of this chapter)