Chapter 3509

"Grey hair? This word is a little familiar, but I can't remember what it is. Can the teacher say it?"

In view of the special structure of the city, the mid air platform is also built with a wall. The steam overflowing from large and small chimneys and pipelines is enclosed in the wall and cannot be dissipated. Instead, the streets are filled with white smoke, and the air smells moist and muggy.

But the edge of the city is where the lower class workers live. In the eyes of the big capitalist rulers, they are not human, so their living conditions are none of their business at all.

Whether workers sleep on the street or live in pipelines, as long as they can provide labor.

And if you put it another way, the steam with temperature is also providing warmth, so as to prevent the low-level people sleeping on the street from freezing to death at night.

"Grey hair is a monster with human body and mouse head. It is a magical creature. Basically, it serves the blood king or black mages. They are often very smart and cunning. They can put on a layer of human face and play the corresponding human beings. Their combat effectiveness is poor, but they are spies and spies. They are the eyes of the big villains in some forces."

"The blood King occupies the territory near the dark tower. He is much stronger than other forces. What else does he want?" The secret guest recalled and asked again.

"First of all, there are other Merlin rainbow crystal balls. He has only six in his hand and seven are left out. In addition, he also sends his men to collect children with super power potential everywhere. They should try to use their imagination to open more channels to other parallel worlds and destroy the dark tower."

Su Ming was walking in the steam. A lot of water soon condensed from the cowboy's leather vest, but soon his cold body was accepted by the enthusiasm of the city.

The people here are also very friendly. Even if they see people dressed up as gun men, their eyes have not changed at all, let alone surprises or other emotions.

Like those monsters in the wilderness, Su Ming and the secret guest soon met the off-duty workers in the city. Their eyes were straight. When they walked, they seemed to be distracted. There was no expression on their faces, leaving only numbness.

They were wearing dirty and shabby clothes. Their faces were like they had just drilled out of the boiler, full of smoke and fire. People with better conditions had a dirty towel around their neck, while people with poor conditions simply didn't even have a coat, and their bare arms showed their thin ribs.

But these people have one thing in common, that is, they all carry heavy tools, such as huge wrenches, huge hammers, huge iron lifts, etc., and these tools have numbers, which obviously do not belong to them.

This is a tool assigned to them by capitalists. Although these workers carry them home, they have no place to go at home. They just take them home to guard against theft.

If you lose your tools, you don't have to think about it. Go directly into the wind chime next to the railway track.

In a steamy alley, the two met such a group of workers.

After seeing that their clothes were clean, the other party silently retreated to both sides of the alley. It seemed that they wanted to stick themselves to the wall and try to avoid it, lowering their heads to make way.

There is no need to say anything. In this society, the method of distinguishing class is also very simple. You can see it by looking at clean clothes and boots.

Although she felt the convenience brought by the class, it was difficult for the secret guest to be happy. She only felt that these people were not like people at all, but some tools without will.

If you want to see something without self will and kowtow to her, she can let tentacles play like this every day in the palace on the border of hell.

In this abnormal society, all she can feel is loneliness. The key is that these people don't even regard themselves as people. Complete numbness brings a kind of despair suffocation.

Hundreds of workers were standing against the wall in the alley, drooping their heads and giving way to the best place in the middle of the road, but Liana didn't step. She just looked at the teacher around her and asked for advice.

The alley was so quiet that they couldn't even breathe.

Su Ming knew that he could not ask any information outside the city from these workers, because their sight had long been blocked by steam.

I work 18 hours a day and work hard. I eat the same food as the worst horse feed. No matter who is full, I don't want to continue gossiping about the external situation.

People here are just struggling to survive, and it's hard enough for them to ensure that they live in an environment like the end of the day.

"Come on, it's none of our business. Even if you want to change, wait until I find the dark tower." Su Ming stepped forward and didn't look at the people on both sides of the road, because they didn't have their own faces at all. Everyone's expression was the same, just like a puppet without facial features.

There are many brass pipes in the alley. Steam is still gushing from the joints of these pipes, and everyone's face can't see clearly.

But not far away, a man suddenly appeared in the steam in front of him. He was very strong, dressed in clean clothes, holding a wet whip in his hand and shouting at his throat:

"I want five pliers! A hammer! Stand up quickly! Work overtime for two hours and each person can get 30 beans!"

The people carrying the corresponding tools walked out of the queue silently. They didn't even have their own names.

What tools are there? They are what things. No one really thinks that the boss and supervisor can remember the names of inferior people, right?

"I haven't seen any place where beans are counted by grain." Seeing this scene, the secret guest could not help but make complaints about it.

As a supervisor, you have better eyes and ears. The former is to find out who is lazy, while the latter is to find out who is bad mouthing the boss behind his back.

The strong man turned around in anger and wanted to see which woman dared to talk about this. Although the reward was 50 beans per person, he deducted 20 taps here, but it was enough for the lower class to leave 30!

But when he turned around and saw their Spearman costumes and handsome clothes, his anger immediately disappeared and turned into a funny flattering expression:

"Ah, it's the master and wife of the traveling gun man. Welcome, welcome to Lude. What can I do for a villain? Buy workers? Buy maids? Or need a high-grade hotel to rest?"

Although guns are common in the middle world, every gun man is a representative of force. A gun man who can come to the middle world through various wilderness trials can deal with 50 soldiers who also have guns.

The cleaner and complete clothes mean that the gun man is still very rich. In Lude, money is an advanced person. Whether it is gold or US dollars, they can help their owners live a decent life.

There is no mistake. The US dollar is in circulation here. Both the US dollar in the fog world and the money in the dead light world can be directly spent here, even if the United States does not exist in the middle world.

It's wonderful, but what do you care about with the people in the end of the world? In some other world, bottle caps can be used as money. There is no reason why beautifully printed banknotes can't.

She was called Madam, but the secret guest was silent. She smiled and hugged the teacher's arm and raised her chin slightly, as if she liked the city a little.

As for Su Ming, he didn't bother to argue with a foreman. He just patted each other's strong arms, which were all the muscles trained by migrant workers over time:

"Tell me where the best bar in town is. I want to know something."

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