In the black market,
Central City, which beca a forbidden zone, still hasn’t reopened.
The rchants have gotten used to it.
At this mont, they start calling the miscellaneous workers, busily dealing with the bodies that were beautiful yesterday, but today have beco resentful and blood-stained dead.
While they are busy, no one notices a small anomaly occurring in the original guardroom of Central City.
These anomalies hadn’t appeared before, but with so many people dying of curses so close, so continuously... it occurred.
A strange, moldy sll wafted up from the shadowy, dim bed, which creaked ominously, not from above, but from below, as if sothing underneath was rising, pushing against the bed boards.
In the silence ca bizarre sounds of banging on the door, as if soone was trying to burst it open from inside.
But the door didn’t open...
The rough banging turned into an urgent knocking, the knocking into scratching, the scratching into dragging, and then... everything returned to deathly silence, unnoticed, unknown.
...
A few days later...
The autumn wind swept leaves one after another, brushing past the endless gray sky, slowing down gradually, falling onto the muddy paths in the fields, crushed flat by the hurried footsteps of the mud-stained peasants.
More and more people were running towards the fields.
The sound of wailing filled the air quickly.
"Heavens, why? Why?"
"Poor harvest... Another poor harvest..."
"Why?"
An old farr quietly squatted at the edge of the field, scooped up so soil, gently rubbed it with his fingers, only to find many small rocks within as it disintegrated.
He stared at the rocks, silent for a long ti, until a young farr beside him shouted, "Uncle Tian, Uncle Tian, what can we do?"
They were farrs, but the land was no longer theirs; they had a baseline amount of harvested grain they had to deliver to the landowner each year.
Poor harvest the year before last, last year again, and this year it’s even worse...
The past few years, they barely survived with empty stomachs, shedding tears and sweat, hoping for a good harvest this year, only to be t with an even worse result.
"Uncle Tian, my wife just had a baby, and we were already short of food; now we have another mouth to feed, what do we do?" the young farr anxiously frowned, almost crying. He had heard of selling children, but he wouldn’t do it, he could never sell his own child.
The old farr stayed silent, looking at the rocks in his palm, lowered his head in sadness.
It’s not that they’re bad at farming, but...
This land is done for.
...
On another side...
The dazzling scarlet at Field looked like a blaze.
At this ti, the newly appointed Field Watcher was sitting by the field.
This Field Watcher was Fang Chengbao from the Fang Brothers.
This position was specially appointed by Tie Sha, because the at Field is actually a very good place for cultivation. Although the environnt is a bit harsh, it is tranquil and rich in blood energy, making it conducive for cultivation.
In the at Field, huge chunks of at eerily grew, and during the at-producing period, the fields were warr, making it unsuitable to enter the field. In a few days, Fang Chengbao could call so workers to help, having them wear iron shoes to go into the field to cut the at.
These tasks were originally undertaken by the City Guard, but since they’re all dead, guarding and cutting at have beco work for the miscellaneous workers.
Fang Chengbao was looking at an acre of at Field, suddenly his expression changed, looking far towards the center of the field.
There,
The growing at seed to have mutated, rising above its original height, appearing "to stand out from the crowd."
Fang Chengbao rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw in the center of the field.
He stared for a long while, suddenly swallowing hard, exclaid in disbelief, "Eighth Grade... Eighth Grade at... Eighth Grade at has grown in the at Field!!!"
Fang Chengbao knew very well what it ant for Eighth Grade at to grow in the at Field; it ant that the Seventh Grade stronghold could increase, and this ant that the entity could beco more secure.
In the chaos of the world, only the strong can be as stable as a mountain, not easily destroyed!
The at in the center was substantial enough to support three beings consuming it continuously and then breaking through to Seventh Grade.
Fang Chengbao turned around, shouting wildly, "A harvest!! A great harvest!! A harvest like never before!!"
Laughter and joy filled the air...
...
"Another poor harvest.
Truly... inexplicably harboring hope, yet always feeling this hope shouldn’t be there."
The lady boss sighed, scanning the scene below her tavern.
Still bustling with activity.
Silver Creek was said to be the most prosperous and safest place in Shanbao County.
But she knew, beyond Silver Creek Square... who knew what it had beco.
She could set up two more congee stalls, but it was just a drop in the bucket, what use could it possibly have?
"Food prices will keep going up, while copper coins will beco increasingly worthless... the world will get more chaotic... the order will decay more and more... who knows what my husband thinks?"
The lady boss rested her cheek on her hand, looking at the distant gray sky, then called out to a handyman in the tavern, "Lin the Fourth, have you seen Grandma Yan?"
The beardless man busy working looked up.
This man was Lin the Fourth, who had brewed wine before, and after being injured, was transferred out from the workshop to help in the tavern. He had since shaved off his fluffy beard, appearing rather clean.
Upon hearing this, Lin the Fourth responded quickly, "Madam, Grandma Yan just went out, said she had a eting with so other ladies..."
"Let know when Grandma Yan is back," the lady boss said.
"Alright," Lin the Fourth responded promptly.
...
...
At night.
Li Yuan embraced two companions, after a bout of play, all that was left was the lingering rapid breaths from the deep moans.
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