Chapter 70: You Should Be Impulsive a Few Times in Your Life.

The two of them had a meal happily in the hot pot restaurant, and their relationship was also much better.

Nothing can bring people closer together than a hot pot meal.

Well~, at least Ning Rongrong felt that way.

In fact, Muzhe's attitude towards Ning Rongrong has never changed, and he still has strong expectations, expecting her to grow into a qualified "companion".

Ning Rongrong is kind, and Muzhe is quite sure of this.

Under the witch's temperament is a little girl who longs for attention.

Muzhe hopes that he can help her grow up during this journey.

This journey is both an experience and a test. Muzhe will not interfere too much in Ning Rongrong's mental journey.

He will only give Ning Rongrong a comprehensive score at the end of the journey.

If Ning Rongrong really grows into a person with "life" in her heart, he will truly accept Ning Rongrong.

If Ning Rongrong fails to meet Muzhe's requirements in the end, it can only prove that Muzhe has made a mistake, and Muzhe will not force Ning Rongrong.

The hot pot restaurant was bustling with activity. Mu Zhe did not choose a private room, but chose to sit down at a window seat on the second floor.

Outside the window, there was a constant flow of traffic and people coming and going.

Inside the restaurant, there were constant shouting and it was very busy.

There was also a beautiful and charming little beauty in front of him eating with him. In a trance, Mu Zhe thought he had returned to the world of his previous life.

The living conditions in the rich area of ​​this world are not much different from those in his previous life!

But this is only the rich area.

Mu Zhe's mind moved slightly, and "Micro Dao" gave a three-dimensional stereoscopic map of the entire Soto City, and also listed a series of data about Soto City according to Mu Zhe's wishes.

Soto City is a city covering an area of ​​more than 100 square kilometers, with a current population of more than 2 million.

Among them, only more than 100,000 are nobles or soul masters, and more than 300,000 are business travelers and hawkers, and the remaining more than 1 million, 90% are slaves or servants of the nobles.

The rich area and soul master area of ​​Soto City occupy 50% and 45% of the territory respectively, leaving only 5% for the poor people to survive in the cracks.

In fact, if it was just like this, Muzhe would not think of changing it. After all, the gap between the rich and the poor is inevitable in any world.

What he couldn't accept was the world's indifference to life and the obvious bias of the law.

This is what Muzhe couldn't accept the most.

Just like the pictures of the slave market in Soto City coming from "WeChat" now.

More than a thousand children in ragged clothes who were abducted from nowhere were bought and sold in groups as goods.

The key is that this slave market is still blatant and is allowed to exist in the laws of the Barak Kingdom.

Muzhe clenched his hands and he had an idea.

Although it was a very naive and impulsive idea.

However, his clone was made by Muzhe to do some emotional things.

In this matter, he couldn't stand it. Since he saw it, he had to take practical action.

"Let's go, I'll take you to do something you've never done before!"

Mu Zhe stood up and said to Ning Rongrong who was sitting opposite him, and then walked directly downstairs.

"Hmm? What's the matter?"

Ning Rongrong stood up and followed.

"Set things right!"

Mu Zhe answered loudly.

Ning Rongrong: "?"

The slave market is at the junction of the rich area and the poor area, not close to where Mu Zhe and his friends were having dinner.

In order to save time, Mu Zhe used his soul power to fly Ning Rongrong to the entrance of the slave market.

It's called a slave market, but it's actually a long street, but the wall was built to surround the long street, leaving only two gates in front and back.

One gate faces the rich area, welcoming buyers; the other gate opens to the slums, welcoming sellers.

Mu Zhe and his friends came to the entrance of the slums.

The entrance was built very large to facilitate the entry and exit of carriages.

"What is this place?"

"Why did you bring me here?"

It's not that the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect has never bought slaves, but Ning Rongrong has never come into contact with it.

Ning Fengzhi protected her very well and hardly let her come into contact with the dark side of the world.

Moreover, the slaves bought by the Qibao Liuli Sect were relatively good. They could do some work, but they had enough food to eat and clothes to wear.

They lived like human beings.

Some of the scenes that Muzhe saw in "Weidao" were really infuriating.

Muzhe did not answer, but walked straight to a carriage covered with black cloth parked at the door.

The sale of slaves was carried out by carriages pulling iron cages covered with black cloth.

Although this trade was legal, it was not good to look at after all, and the black cloth was covered to better cover up the shame.

"What exactly is this place? Are you going to set things right here? Isn't this just a trading street? What's the mess here?"

Ning Rongrong hurriedly followed Muzhe and asked Muzhe suspiciously.

The entrance to the slave trading market did not have the words "slave trading market" written on it, but only the words "trading street" were written on it. Only with two white flags hanging on both sides of the entrance could people who knew the business tell that this was a slave trading market.

Walking to the black cloth cover behind the carriage, Muzhe cut the ropes with his hand.

The black cloth cover fell, revealing what was hidden inside.

Ning Rongrong saw the scene inside and suddenly widened her eyes. She couldn't believe it.

Thirteen ragged children were squeezed into the rusty and cramped iron cage.

Many of them were almost stacked together, and the faces of the few children at the bottom had turned purple.

The children seemed to have been given sleeping pills, and everyone was lying unconscious.

"Muzhe, what's going on?"

Ning Rongrong guessed something, but she didn't dare to believe her own guess. Most of those children were younger than her, both boys and girls.

It's not that she didn't know about the existence of slaves, but the real situation of slaves was far beyond her cognition.

The slaves she usually came into contact with were servants in the sect who were responsible for daily service.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was known to be rich enough to rival a country, so it was impossible for servants to dress so poorly. Although they were not brocade clothes, they were better than those worn by some ordinary civilians.

Now, she really saw the other side of the world under the glamorous and beautiful world, and she was naturally shocked.

She didn't dare to believe that what she saw in front of her would be as she thought, and she placed her hope on Muzhe, hoping that Muzhe could tell her that it was not what she thought.

Especially when she saw a person who looked even younger than her, but was shackled and locked in a cage like an animal, she covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from screaming, and her eyes unconsciously turned red.

"Didn't you see it?"

"These are children kidnapped by human traffickers."

"They trained these children into slaves and prepared to sell them as goods"

Muzhe told the truth and broke the last fragile delusion in Ning Rongrong's heart.

Muzhe no longer cared about Ning Rongrong who was shocked in her heart. His soul power vibrated at a high speed, and his right hand chopped down fiercely like a knife, breaking the lock on the iron cage.

Opening the cage door, Muzhe gently carried the child out.

"What are you doing!"

The owner of the carriage, that is, the slave owner, just came out of the slave market at this time.

It happened that Muzhe was carrying the child out of the cage, and Ning Rongrong, who was beside him, was still using soul power to dredge the blood and qi of several children who had been oppressed for a long time.

"If you want these slaves, you can buy them in the exhibition hall later. You are breaking the rules by doing this."

Maybe the slave owner saw that Muzhe and Ning Rongrong were both wearing gorgeous clothes and thought they were here to buy slaves, so when he saw Muzhe and the others holding the children, he didn't think of calling people to arrest Muzhe and the others.

But he didn't want to provoke Muzhe, but Muzhe didn't want to let him go.

Muzhe stretched out his hand into a claw, and with the operation of his soul power, he sucked the slave owner over and pinched his neck with one hand.

"Hehe~"

The slave owner saw that the situation was not good and wanted to shout for help, but Muzhe pinched his throat, and the cry for help turned into some hoarse sounds in his mouth.

Muzhe's mental power surged out and probed into the man's sea of ​​consciousness to explore some of his memories.

When he saw that this man had whipped a seven-year-old child to death with a whip, he couldn't bear it anymore and pinched his hand hard.

"Ka~"

After a crisp bone cracking sound, the guard fell to the ground weakly.

The anger in Muzhe's heart did not disappear because of the death of the guard, but became more vigorous.

The scene seen from the "micro-road" was just a picture, far less shocking than the scene in these people's memory.

Muzhe's spirit penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness of the guard, and he could clearly feel the perverted pleasure in the heart of this person when he tortured these slaves, and the joy in his heart when he whipped them. This brought a great shock to Muzhe's heart.

It turns out that some people hurt others purely for fun.

"Plop!"

The sound of falling to the ground was heard.

It scared Ning Rongrong, who was concentrating on inputting soul power into one of the little girls to nourish her body.

Seeing the death of the slave owner, she didn't say much.

Her eyes were also full of anger, these people deserved it.

Especially when she was simply cleaning up these children, Ning Rongrong found that many of them had traces of being whipped by whips, which made her even more angry.

The criss-crossing bloodstains on the tender skin made Ning Rongrong's heart tremble uncontrollably.

She used more and more gentle force, fearing that she would hurt the poor children again.

Muzhe extracted the slave owner's life force that was about to dissipate to heal the children's injuries.

In this way, when the children were much better, Muzhe stood up and looked at this "bustling" slave market.

His extraordinary hearing allowed him to clearly hear the shouting, whipping, appeals and children's crying in the market even from a distance.

After waving his hand to create an aura shield to protect Ning Rongrong and the children, Muzhe's soul power began to surge.

A majestic momentum spread out, scaring the horses pulling the iron cage to break the reins and run away.

"Muzhe!"

Ning Rongrong called Muzhe.

"The seven treasures turn into glass, one is speed, the other is strength."

She felt very complicated now.

Today's experience is much richer than her previous ones.

She was just over twelve years old and not very mature, but she was pulled here by Muzhe and saw a scene that shocked her worldview.

However, she did not hate Muzhe.

Although she was very angry about Muzhe's "abuse" of her, she still admired Muzhe for being able to defeat three elite soul emperors at such a young age.

After seeing the miserable conditions of these children, she was also very sad and wanted to help these children.

So when she saw Muzhe holding up the aura shield for them and planning to face the slave market alone, she suddenly had an impulse to do something, so she called Muzhe and cast two amplifications on him.

Maybe it was the hot pot at noon that established a preliminary connection between the two of them, or maybe it was the scene here that made him more receptive to this sympathetic boy.

In short, she really wanted to fight with Muzhe now, so she did it.

"Yeah"

Muzhe nodded slightly. Ning Rongrong's performance just now made Muzhe recognize her a lot.

Although he couldn't use Ning Rongrong's assistance to him, he didn't think of going up to fight stupidly.

But at least it proved that he didn't make a mistake. Maybe it won't take a month for Ning Rongrong to grow into a companion with whom he can conspire for the future.

While his thoughts were stirring, Muzhe was ready to start.

Muzhe had already learned about the situation inside from "Micro Road"

"I have been practicing for so long, but I don't think I have done anything."

"Today, let me show off my skills!"

"Get up!"

With a loud shout, Mu Zhe's soul power gushed out and turned into blue silver grass that soared into the sky, covering the entire slave market.

For a moment, the huge and prosperous slave market became a small forest, but the vegetation in the entire forest, regardless of size, was blue silver grass. From the outside, the silver-blue color full of vitality also added a lot of bright colors to this sinful market.

With Mu Zhe's level 29 soul power alone, he could not attack the entire market, but he had "Micro Dao".

"Micro Dao" provided the blue silver grass with a constant supply of spiritual energy, allowing them to grow wildly, and Mu Zhe's mental power accurately controlled each vine of blue silver grass, controlling them to tie up the slave traders and buyers inside.

Then use "Micro Dao" to search their life experiences, kill the evildoers without trapping them, trap the innocent without killing them, and release them separately.

In the end, all the vendors and buyers on the street were innocent. There were only a dozen people who were not guilty of the crime, and the remaining thousand people were all pierced to death by Muzhe's vines.

The bodies turned into nutrients for the growth of blue silver vines.

There were also a few special people, and Muzhe did not kill them directly.

They were the masters of this slave market.

After Muzhe used his mental power to explore the forces behind them, he turned them into nutrients for the growth of vines.

During this period, they wanted to die but couldn't, and could only clearly feel the feeling of thousands of tiny spikes chasing back and forth in their flesh.

Duke Rhinekos, the lord of Soto City, Cardinal Katis of the Soto City Branch of the Spirit Hall, and some scattered small family members in Soto City.

These are all people who are closely involved in this slave market.

Muzhe did not let any of them go, and directly locked them with the "Micro Road", and then Muzhe used the blue silver grass as a medium to pull them into the illusion with his majestic mental power.

Let them experience the feeling of being whipped to death in the illusion, and after giving them a taste of their own medicine, Muzhe felt much better.

Then, Muzhe used his mental power to control the blue silver grass to open the shackles on each slave, and then used the vitality of more than a thousand people to heal the slaves.

The entire slave market had more than 100,000 people, regardless of gender or size. The vitality of more than a thousand people was not enough, so Muzhe dispersed the blue silver grass that surrounded the sky and turned it into pure soul power to nourish these slaves.

These slaves who had been oppressed and starved for a long time also looked much better.

After doing this, Muzhe breathed a sigh of relief.

"It feels great!"