Chapter 154: The land is filled with grief, and the doctor has a kind heart
"Doctor Ye, are you okay?"
Soul Emperor hurriedly supported Ye Renxin and asked earnestly.
Ye Renxin raised his hand: "I'm fine, but I have saved too many people along the way, and my soul power consumption is a bit unbearable."
Ye Renxin walked along the way, and there was grief everywhere. There were refugees everywhere outside the city. The bodies close to the city would be cleaned up, but no one cared about those farther away. There were more dead people than living people.
Ye Renxin came to Xingluo City this time to save people from the root, and wanted to talk to the nobles and the city lord here, and let them take out the food in stock.
Only in this way can fewer people die and wait for the arrival of disaster relief supplies from the major forces on the continent and the empire.
Otherwise, relying on him alone, even if he is a soul douluo, he can't withstand such a large-scale consumption.
"Let's go, let's go into the city."
Ye Renxin looked at the people who were disheveled and looking at him with hope, sighed, and led the soul masters who were responsible for protecting him into the city.
In the city, soldiers could still be seen searching and rescuing people on the ruins, but everyone was very lazy and didn't look like they were going to save anyone.
"Lord Wang, do you really think you can suppress this?"
The person who spoke was wearing the black cardinal uniform of the Spirit Hall. He looked like a middle-aged man with a sturdy figure and wide-open eyes.
Beside the man were more than a dozen great soul masters or soul masters' white-robed deacons.
Wang Chengzhu was a fat man wearing a gorgeous brocade robe. Hearing this, he sneered and said, "Bishop Li, the agreement between the Spirit Hall and the Empire is to only manage the affairs of the spirit master world and not interfere in the affairs of the Empire. Do you think the Pope of the Spirit Hall will be hostile to the Xingluo Empire because of a group of untouchables?"
"This..."
Bishop Li was speechless when he heard this. He opened his mouth several times but failed to speak. In the end, he had to wave his sleeves and lead people away.
When he walked to the exit, Bishop Li stopped and turned back slightly and said, "Wang Chengzhu, you insist on your own way. Sooner or later, you will pay a painful price!"
"I'm waiting for that day."
Wang Chengzhu sneered. Xingluo City is a big city in the Xingluo Empire. Wang Chengzhu is a terrifying existence at the level of a soul saint. He can be said to be the uncrowned king in the local area.
He just doesn't believe it. What can the Spirit Hall do to him?
Moreover, he also said that this is the affairs of Xingluo State, and the Spirit Hall has no right to interfere.
And the imperial court will not go against the entire spirit master family of Xingluo City because of a group of refugees.
The black-robed cardinal left with a wave of his sleeves. He didn't give a good look to the soul masters who greeted him along the way. He snorted coldly and left with everyone.
Usually, although Bishop Li was only a soul emperor, as the bishop of the Spirit Hall, he had a very high status in Xingluo City, and everyone respected him.
But now it was different. The interests of the major soul master families were involved. These were at least the patriarchs of the Soul Sect. They all stood on the side of Fatty Wang and became stingy.
On the uncollapsed city wall, several children dressed in gorgeous clothes sat on the city tower, eating bread and chicken legs in their hands, drinking juice, milk and other drinks, looking at the refugees sitting together outside the city with pity in their eyes.
"They are so pitiful." A little girl spoke first.
"Oh, if they are pitiful, just give them your food." Beside her, a little fat man dressed in gorgeous clothes sneered.
"In my opinion, there must be something hateful about pitiful people. These people must not have worked hard when they were young and failed to become soul masters. They deserve what they are like today." The speaker was also a little fat boy, wearing gorgeous clothes, holding a large chicken leg in both hands and chewing it while disdainfully speaking.
"I don't think they are pitiful."
Another slightly older boy sneered and said, "My father said that these people's lives are cheap. They can't become soul masters. Staying in the world is a waste of air. If they die, they will die. There is nothing to sympathize with."
"Hey, how can you do this?"
The little girl who spoke first, the youngest, also awakened her spirit this year. When she heard the three playmates who usually liked to play with her say such words, she immediately glared at them angrily.
"Okay, okay, we can just not say anything."
Seeing this, the little fat man waved his hand indifferently.
"Huh? Look, a group of people are coming down. The old man's spirit is so magical that it can actually bring those dying people back to life!"
At this moment, the little fat man holding the chicken leg exclaimed loudly.
"Look, eight soul rings, it's a soul douluo!!" The tall boy exclaimed immediately, his eyes reflecting the eight soul rings under the old man's feet.
But after seeing Ye Renxin's weak performance, the little fat man was puzzled again: "It's really strange, a Soul Douluo strongman would actually spend so much soul power for a group of refugees?"
"I don't know, but he seems to have entered the city. If you want to play here, stay here. I'll tell my grandfather about this."
The tall boy shook his head, but he still had to tell his grandfather about the arrival of a Soul Douluo.
This tall boy is called Wang Tian, the grandson of the city lord Wang.
Although the city lord Wang looks like a middle-aged fat uncle, he is actually over 60 years old. It's just that he is a soul master and ages slowly.
"Brother Wang, wait for us, we will go together."
Hearing this, the two little fat men immediately threw the chicken legs and unfinished bread in their hands off the city tower, turned around and chased the city lord's grandson away.
Someone below was sharp-eyed and saw that the food was thrown down, so he ran up and picked it up.
"It's a chicken leg..."
"Mine, this is mine!!"
"Get out of the way, I saw it first!!"
"Wuwuwawawa~~Mom~"
"Where did you come from, kid? Get out of the way!"
The refugees below immediately began to loot. Seeing this, the soldiers on the tower had no intention of intervening at all, and even showed an expression of watching a play.
The little girl's eyes were full of panic. She looked at the refugees who were looting and trampling under the city, and shouted loudly for them to stop fighting, but it was useless.
"Wuwuwu, Dad, Mom!"
The little girl was very aggrieved, her mouth shrunk, and she ran down the tower while wiping her tears.
When the families of the soul masters and soldiers in the city heard the noise outside, they couldn't help but feel lucky.
"Fortunately, my son is a soul master."
"Fortunately, my son joined the army, otherwise we would be the same as those people outside."
"Yes, yes, the city lord is still good..."
Those who stayed in the city were basically the families of soul masters or the families of soldiers in the city, and the rest were driven out of the city.
It is called centralized refuge to facilitate rescue management.
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