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An old man with a sad face, who was so thin that only a handful of old bones remained, looked at a woman who was dressed in rags and was also yellow and thin, holding a woman who was as thin as a baby with a big head in her arms, and tried to persuade him.
His eyes looked at the child with a greedy look, as if it was someone else's delicacy.
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's face seemed to have been severely slashed with a knife, and she stared blankly at the group of people in front of her.
"Changing children to eat", she had read this sentence in an ancient book, and thought it was a literati's boring and pure fiction.
As the saying goes, the poison of a tiger does not eat its children. Where in the world would there be such cruel parents willing to give their children as food for others
What's more, human flesh is not other meat, who dares to cook and eat it
It seems that she is too naive.
In an extreme environment, there is nothing that a person cannot do to meet the needs of survival.
She wanted to take care of it, but Long Zhutian pulled her away.
"Sister, we didn't intend to break into this world. We are just a passer-by here. This world has its own things to happen. Let's not change it. Otherwise, history may be changed and the development of time and space may be distorted."
Long Zhutian said solemnly.
Yang Zimei also understood what he said.
If history changes, time and space change, maybe she can never go back.
Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky.
Everyone has their own destiny, and as a physiognomist, I understand this truth best.
She can change someone's fate for a while, but she can't change it for a lifetime.
What's more, the general situation here is like this, she is not the savior, how much can she do
Thinking of this, she became ruthless and stopped looking at those victims, but secretly prayed to the poor child that she would not be reborn in such a chaotic world in her next life.
The two walked forward all the way, and finally came to the city here.
Relatively speaking, this small town looks relatively peaceful.
Although the soldiers guarding the gate were heavily guarded, the people who came in and out wore neater clothes and a little flesh on their faces.
The two entered incognito, and found that although everyone was a little panicked and talked about the war with acquaintances, they were in a numb state of living and working in peace.
In their subconscious mind, as long as the disaster has not befallen them and they can barely eat enough, they will be able to get by.
Yang Zimei originally thought that if he could pick up some distinctive antiques here and bring them back to modern times, he could make a fortune.
It's a pity that I can't meet it at all.
The business here is really withered, probably due to the impact of the war.
"Call—"
The two of them were walking when suddenly there was the sound of hurried horseshoes rattling behind them.
Get out of the way hastily.
I saw a young man in a black suit, riding a black horse, with a high-spirited look, as if he had entered the land of no one on the street, whipping the horse unscrupulously.
Some passers-by who couldn't dodge were whipped by his horsewhip, or kicked to the ground by the horse's hoof.
He didn't care at all, as if those people deserved it.
And the people who were hit or kicked looked like they were unlucky, and they didn't dare to complain, as if it was a matter of course.
There are people who treat other people's lives like nothing, and their attitude is extremely arrogant!
Yang Zimei was angry again!
With a movement of his fingers, he just wanted to shoot out the evil spirit, but found a fluffy white thing hanging from his waist...
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