The reservoir is located in the center of Longcheng. It is an open square about the size of a football field, surrounded by a two-meter-high earth wall.
When Han Xiaohan and his four companions arrived, the place was already full of people. Looking up, it was a sea of black people, crowded together, making the huge square seem unusually small.
On the inner side of the square, there is a platform one and a half meters high. On the platform, there is a huge iron tank that seven or eight adults can barely hug. There is an iron pipe below that leads to the underground. Several prison guards are busy turning on the tap on the iron pipe, and bowls of clear water flow out of it.
The square was crowded and chaotic, but in front of the platform, they were surprisingly orderly, lining up consciously, their eyes were so anxious that they were about to spit fire, but no one dared to shout or push forward. One by one, they took the bowl of water from the prison guard, drank it all in one gulp, and then wiped the water drops in the bowl with their dry lips, then reluctantly put the bowl back on the table and walked away quickly. Only in the desert can people realize the preciousness of water.
Han Xiaohan was staring at the platform. To be more precise, he was staring at the four people behind the platform. All of them looked to be in their fifties or sixties, with graying temples but ruddy complexions. Their eyes, in particular, seemed lifeless, but suddenly, when they turned, a gleam of light naturally shot out, as if it could see through people's hearts, so bright that it was frightening.
He looked curiously at the four elderly people behind the stage. As he was observing them carefully, the four men almost simultaneously glanced in his direction.
Han Xiaohan was mixed in the crowd, at least a hundred meters away from the four people. There were countless heads crowded on both sides of him, but he could still feel that the four people were looking at him, and he even noticed a hint of surprise in their eyes.
Four very perceptive people! He was slightly surprised, but his face did not change at all, and he remained calm and fearless, meeting the gazes of the four people. Ten lightning bolts intertwined in the air, collided, rubbed out sparks, and then quickly separated. Han Xiaohan saw the four people lowering their heads and whispering, as if discussing something. The distance was too far, and the place was full of noise and bustle, so he could not hear the conversation of several people even if he used all his hearing.
"The good show is about to begin again!" Luo Kai didn't notice the strangeness between Han Xiaohan and the four old men backstage. He gently pulled his sleeves, crossed his feet, looked towards the center of the venue and said.
Han Xiaohan came back to his senses and looked in the direction Luo Kai was looking.
The crowd in the center of the square had dispersed into a large circle of five meters in diameter. Dozens of people stood on the left and right of the circle. The two sides faced each other, frowning, rubbing their fists and sharpening their palms, and drawing their swords in anger. The atmosphere was so solemn that countless people around them subconsciously retreated slowly. The scene seemed to be on the verge of breaking out. In front of each of the two groups of people stood another person, both middle-aged men in their forties. The one on the left was slightly thin, with narrow cheeks and deep facial features, as if he had been chopped out with an axe, giving people an impression of fortitude. The middle-aged man he faced was fat, round, with a round face, and even round eyes, nose and lips. If you only look at his appearance, anyone would think he is a relatively smooth and gentle person. In fact, he is not smooth at all, let alone gentle. On the contrary, he is a person known for his tough style and vicious means.