Chapter 671: Haimao Mall after the disaster

Yunri Empire, Haimao City.

The war a month ago almost turned the city into ruins. I don't know how many civilians died in the war.

Those who survived by chance either fled here with their families or continued to live in the ruins.

Fortunately, after the war, the heavy snow stopped and the temperature was warming up.

Otherwise, those who stayed behind would probably not have survived until today.

Xiao Luo walked on the bumpy and dirty streets. The black hood he wore covered half of his handsome face.

In front of him, there was a fallen tree blocking the middle of the road.

[Slash the Dragon].

Xiao Luo put his two fingers together to form a knife and slashed horizontally.

The tree instantly broke into pieces and turned into very regular rectangular wooden strips.

Then, Xiao Luo jumped lightly, stepped over the tree, and continued to move forward.

A few minutes later, two middle-aged uncles passed by here.

"Myna, this road is not easy to walk on." One of the uncles said, "I remember there is a big tree blocking the road ahead, let's change the road."

Myna smiled and said, "Old Six, we are going out to chop wood, and this tree is blocking our way, so let's chop it down. In this way, we save the time of leaving the city and benefit others, isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"

As they were talking, the two had already arrived in front of the big tree blocking the road.

The sharp-eyed Myna immediately noticed something strange: "Wait, this tree..."

He pushed the big tree hard, and the big tree immediately fell apart and turned into a pile of wooden strips.

"This..."

Myna and Old Six looked at each other, both of them were confused.

Who cut this tree so neatly? Why didn't they take it home after cutting it?

Myna squatted down and carefully checked the cut of the tree.

Having been a butcher for more than ten years, Bage thought he had good knife skills, but the straight and smooth cuts in front of him, like mirrors, still stunned him.

"In Haishang City today, the only person who can have such knife skills is probably the black-clothed hero, right?" Bage murmured.

Lao Liu nodded and said with emotion: "Speaking of the black-clothed hero, he is really a good man. I don't know how many people he has saved in this month. And the black-clothed hero's friends are also good people. They not only distribute food and supplies for free, but also help refugees build houses."

Bage also responded: "Yes, if it weren't for them, this city would probably have been full of corpses."

Then, the two looked at the wood on the ground.

Lao Liu suggested: "How about... we move all these wood back? Anyway, the black-clothed hero doesn't want them."

Myna seconded: "Okay, move them quickly, and we can clear the road, which is a good deed."

The two of them did what they said, each carrying a few wooden strips and quickly transporting them back home.

No need to go out of the city to chop wood today, it's a beautiful day...Myna felt the warm sunshine on his body and was in a good mood.

…………

In Haishang City, there is a shabby little teahouse.

There are many refugees sitting inside and outside the teahouse. Their homes were destroyed a month ago. They have nowhere to go and can only wander around.

This small teahouse will distribute food and porridge on time every day, so the refugees like to gather here, at least they will not starve to death.

In recent days, this small teahouse has also hired a new employee.

This employee is very talkative and often tells stories to the refugees. The stories are vivid and the plots are tortuous, which makes the refugees applaud.

Therefore, more and more people would gather in this small teahouse after dinner, just to listen to the new employee's story.

Today's story is about the black-clad hero.

"... It is said that on that day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the world was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you."

"The black-clad hero and Tao Jie fought for three hundred rounds outside the city, and neither could do anything to the other."

"But Tao Jie didn't follow the morals of martial arts, and suddenly attacked, and the black-clad hero was seriously injured when he was not careful."

The people who were listening to the story couldn't help but hang their hearts when they heard this.

Although they all knew that the black-clad hero won the battle in the end, they were still worried about him.

In the middle of the teahouse, Huang Yuanming saw everyone looking at him expectantly, and nodded.

‘My storytelling skills have improved a lot…’

Huang Yuanming took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then continued:

“The seriously injured black-clad hero looked up at the sky and shouted: ‘God, please open your eyes! Why do you want to let a beast like Tao Jie, who takes human lives and does all kinds of evil, live in the world?’”

“Tao Jie laughed and said: ‘Black-clad hero, don’t you understand? The sky is dark, the world is dark, and the darkness covers everything. God can’t open his eyes!’”

“Pah!”

At this point, Huang Yuanming suddenly slammed the gavel, attracting everyone’s attention.

"The black-clothed hero is unwilling to accept this. He is unwilling to see Tao Jie continue to dominate the Hai Mall, and he is unwilling to see the world shrouded in darkness."

"Since God is blind, he will enforce justice on his behalf. Since there is no light in the world, he will become the light!"

"So, the black-clothed hero raised the [Seven Star Thunder] in his hand high and shouted: 'Darkness covers everything. I will be the last ray of light in the darkness. I will smash the darkness with thunder!'"

In the teahouse, the people listening to the story instantly became excited and applauded.

"Good, good, a thunderbolt to shatter darkness!"

"The black-clad hero is the light of this world."

"I've said it before, he is the hero of light."

In the corner of the teahouse, Xiao Luo, wearing a hood, twitched his mouth.

He subconsciously pulled his hood down to completely cover his face.

Damn, this Huang Yuanming is too much.

What the hell is he talking about?

"Everyone should know what happened next."

"The black-clad hero opened the gate of heaven with one knife, beheaded Tao Jie, dispelled the darkness, and brought light back to the world."

"Later, someone asked the black-clad hero how he cut through the darkness and brought light?"

"The black-clad hero calmly replied: 'I said, let there be light, so there was light in the world.'"

Hearing this, Xiao Luo, as the person involved, couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly got up and left the teahouse.

It's too much, it's really too much.

He walked quickly to the backyard of the teahouse, opened the system panel, and sent a message to Su Zeran.

Xiao Luo: "Please help, call Huang Yuanming back, don't let him stay in Haishang City."

Su Zeran: "What's wrong? I sent him to Haishang City on purpose. He has been sticking to Huo Tong in Nancheng. Huo Tong wanted to burn him several times."

Xiao Luo: "If he continues to stay in Haishang City, I'm afraid I will kill him."