Douluo: I Have an Unnamed Law

Chapter 154: The Sorrows of the People, the Compassionate Doctors

"Doctor Ye, are you okay?"

The Soul Emperor hurriedly supported Ye Renxin and asked earnestly.

Ye Renxin raised his hand: "I'm fine, it's just that I've saved too many people along the way, and my soul power is a bit exhausted."

As Ye Renxin walked along, he saw wailing 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. He saw more dead people than living people.

Ye Renxin came to Xingluo City this time to save people from the root cause. He wanted to talk to the nobles and the city lord here and ask them to take out the stored food.

Only in this way can we avoid more deaths and wait for the arrival of disaster relief supplies from major forces and the empire on the continent.

Otherwise, if he relied on himself alone, even if he was a Soul Douluo, he would not be able to withstand such a large-scale consumption.

"Come on, let's go into the city."

Ye Renxin looked at the disheveled people who looked at him with hope, sighed deeply, and led the soul masters responsible for protecting him into the city.

Inside 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 interested in saving anyone at all.

"City Lord Wang, do you really think you can suppress this matter?"

The person who spoke was wearing the black cardinal uniform of the Spirit Hall. He looked like a middle-aged man with a strong build and wide-open eyes.

Beside the man were a dozen or so great soul masters or soul masters' white-robed deacons.

Wang Chengzhu was a portly figure, dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe. Upon hearing this, he sneered and said, "Bishop Li, the Spirit Hall and the Empire have an agreement that they only manage the affairs of the spirit master world and do not interfere in the affairs of the Empire. Do you think the Spirit Hall Pope would become an enemy of the Xingluo Empire just because of a group of untouchables?"

"This……"

Bishop Li was speechless when he heard this. He opened his mouth several times but couldn't say anything. Finally, he had to wave his sleeves and leave with his men.

When they reached the exit, Bishop Li stopped and turned back slightly, saying, "City Lord Wang, if you insist on doing things your own way, you will pay a heavy price sooner or later!"

"I'm waiting for that day."

City Lord Wang sneered. Xingluo City was a big city in the Xingluo Empire, and City Lord Wang was a terrifying existence at the Soul Saint level. He could be called the uncrowned king in the local area.

He just didn't believe that the Spirit Hall could do anything to him.
Moreover, he also said that this was a matter of Xingluo State and the Spirit Hall had no right to interfere.

And the imperial court would not go against the entire soul master family of Xingluo City just because of a group of refugees.

The black-robed cardinal turned away and left. He didn't give any good looks to the soul master family heads who greeted him along the way. He snorted coldly and left with everyone.

Normally, although Bishop Li is only a Soul Emperor, as the bishop of the Spirit Hall, he has a very high status in Xingluo City and everyone respects him.

But now it is different. The interests of the major soul master families are involved. These are at least the patriarchs of the Soul Sect. They all stand on the side of Fatty Wang and become stingy.

On the uncollapsed city wall, several children in gorgeous clothes sat on the city wall, eating bread and chicken legs in their hands, drinking juice, milk and other beverages, and 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 you have pity on them, just give them your food." Beside her, a little fat man in gorgeous clothes sneered.

"In my opinion, there must be something hateful about pitiful people. This group of people must not have worked hard enough when they were young and failed to become soul masters. They deserve what they are like today." The speaker was also a little fat man in gorgeous clothes. He was holding a big chicken drumstick in both hands and chewing it while saying it with disdain.

"I don't think they are anything to be pitied."

Another slightly older boy sneered and said, "My dad said that these people's lives are worthless. They can't become soul masters. Staying in this world is just a waste of air. If they die, they die. There's nothing to sympathize with."

"Hey, how can you do this?" The little girl who spoke first was the youngest and had just awakened her martial spirit this year. When she heard her three playmates who usually liked to play with her say such words, she immediately glared at them angrily.

"Okay, okay, let's just not talk about it."

Seeing this, the little fat man waved his hand indifferently.

"Huh? Look, there's a group of people coming down here. That old man's martial spirit is so magical, it actually brought those dying people back to life!"

At this moment, the little fat man holding the pistol in his hand screamed loudly.

"Look, eight soul rings, it's a Soul Douluo!!" The tall boy exclaimed in surprise, his eyes reflecting the eight soul rings under the old man's feet.

But after seeing Ye Renxin's frail expression, the little fat man became puzzled again: "How strange! A Soul Douluo expert would actually expend so much soul power on a group of refugees?"

"I don't know, but it seems he went into town. If you want to play here, stay here. I'll tell my grandfather about this."

The tall little boy shook his head, but he still had to tell his grandfather about the arrival of a Soul Fighter.

This tall boy is called Wang Tian, ​​and he is the grandson of City Lord Wang.

Although City Lord Wang looks like a fat middle-aged uncle, he is actually over sixty years old. He just ages slowly because he is a soul master.

"Brother Wang, wait for us. We will go together."

Upon hearing this, the two little fat men immediately threw the chicken legs and uneaten bread in their hands off the city wall, turned around and chased after the city lord's grandson.

Someone below had sharp eyes and saw that what was thrown down was food, so he quickly ran up and picked it up.

"It's a chicken drumstick..."

“Mine, this is mine!!”

"Get out of here, I saw it first!!"

"Woo woo woo woo woo~~~ Mommy~~"

"Where are you from, kid? Get out of the way!"

The refugees below immediately began to loot. The soldiers on the city wall had no intention of doing anything about this situation, and even looked like they were watching a show.

The little girl's eyes were filled with panic. She looked at the refugees looting and trampling outside the city and shouted at them to stop fighting, but it was of no use.

"Woo woo woo, Dad, Mom!!"

The little girl felt extremely aggrieved, her lips drooped, and she wiped her tears and ran down the city wall.

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."

"It's a good thing my son joined the army, otherwise we would have ended up like those people out there."

"Yes, yes, the City Lord is still good..."

Those who stayed in the city were basically the families of soul masters or soldiers in the city, and the rest were driven out of the city.

It is euphemistically called centralized shelter to facilitate rescue management.

(End of this chapter)