Chapter 321: Heaven's City - Bolaka

The short-statured driver saw Lin An show interest in his suggestion and couldn't help but let out a big sigh of relief.

"Sir!"

"I'm called Lvshu! Lvshu Aqi!"

Aqi repeatedly introduced himself, his eyes flashing.

Lin An before him didn't know exactly what kind of existence he was, but if he could work for such an existence, it was undoubtedly like clinging to a powerful patron.

As if thinking of something, his eyes darted to Zhang Tie and the others, and he hurriedly said:

"Um, sir."

"You and your companions had better take off your clothes, or wear a cloak."

"Your clothes are too conspicuous."

"While speaking, he nimbly grabbed a few black cloaks from another pickup, wearing a flattering smile:"

"Sir, these are all clean."

"Not dirty, they're prepared for the auction items!"

On the wilderness.

At the front of the convoy, Zhang Tie sat swaying on a modified mountain bike, draped in a wide cloak.

Along the way it was desolate, and occasionally one could see wild deer startled by the convoy fleeing.

If not for the road surface occasionally revealing its gray concrete, this place would practically be like being on the prairie.

The seas have turned to fields.

Gao Tian couldn't help but sigh, as a stretch of ruins flashed past outside the window, looking like some gas station.

Wild grass and moss covered the gas station's sign.

Hard to imagine.

In this instance world, only three years have passed, and humanity's creations have already been digested by nature.

Along the way, he even saw many panicked "wild people."

These survivors hiding in the wilderness were poorly clothed, with long, messy hair.

Upon seeing the slave-catching team's vehicles, many even shouted like beasts, hurling stones at the vehicles, then scattering in panic while screaming.

On the pickup, the driver named Lvshu grew bolder and bolder.

He animatedly explained the local customs of Bolaka, answering whatever Lin An asked.

By the way, he occasionally praised himself with a couple of nice words, patting his chest to guarantee he was a good person.

Joining the slave-catching team, he just drove, never doing any bad deeds.

Lin An neither affirmed nor denied it.

In his explanation, Lin An also roughly understood what had happened in this instance world.

About three years ago.

The first batch of zombies appeared in the city.

Unprepared, order collapsed, and large numbers of people were infected.

The former national regime vanished, replaced by various forces of all sizes that had fled outside the city.

In the difficult struggle, humanity established safe zones in the wilderness relying on military bases.

Coups, battles, firefights, intrigues, betrayals...

Over three years, the various forces finally divided their territories and gradually stabilized.

Because zombies in the city are extremely hard to clear, and the forces mutually check each other,

thus the major forces simply abandoned the cities, rebuilding new cities around the safe zones.

As for why, despite the forces being stable and possessing ample weapons, they didn't think of restoring the world to its original state.

As for that, Lvshu voiced his opinion.

"Sir."

"For us little people, we definitely want to return to normal society."

"But after three years of apocalypse, many people's beliefs have changed."

"Initially, a major force also wanted to unite others and eliminate all zombies."

"But actually, those high-ups and those with grain have already grown accustomed to this world."

"Here there are no legal restraints; you can do whatever you want."

"As long as you have a gun and grain, you can live like an emperor."

"Before the apocalypse, even if you were rich, how much richer could you be?"

"Could you do whatever you pleased, doing anything you wanted?"

"But now it's different."

"After the catastrophe."

"You can kill whoever you want, play with whoever you want."

"Even many people think life now is pretty good."

"If life is miserable, it's because you're a slave."

"As long as you earn grain, dare to fight hard, and climb upward."

"That feeling of being above others, enslaving people, is truly wonderful."

"Saying this,"

"Lvshu lowered his head, his eyes complex."

"Many people, even after becoming accustomed to being bullied, will, once they climb a little higher, actually oppress the lower ranks even more fiercely."

The nobles treat slave owners as dogs, slave owners treat us as dogs, and even among dogs there is a hierarchy.

Under these circumstances, as long as you are not at the very bottom, you will instead uphold this rule.

Everyone thinks very simply.

I used to live so miserably; once I climb up, I will definitely enjoy myself and take revenge.

The marmot did not say what happened to the force that tried to 'save' the world.

But Lin An probably also guessed it.

No leader of any force is willing to relinquish the power they hold.

Even if some individuals are willing, the vested interests under them will frenziedly block all of this.

Unlimited power is a poison that no one can resist.

Human history has always been like this.

In the jostling, the marmot responsible for driving pointed ahead excitedly and shouted loudly:

Sir!

Ahead! This is the outermost part of Bolaka!

The slave camp!

The ground beneath the vehicle was littered with rubble, but it could already be seen as a makeshift road.

Unlike the green wilderness, gray is the dominant hue here.

At the edge of vision, a dark crowd pressed tightly against the towering city wall.

Tents, iron boxes, and containers are the slaves' homes.

Gao Tian instinctively looked up.

Under the Awakened Ones' vision surpassing that of ordinary people, the slave camp on the periphery of the field of view resembled a real-world slum.

Perhaps like Xin'de Li, perhaps like Brazil.

On piles of garbage stacked like mountains, scavengers carrying Lou Kang crawled all over.

Feces mixed with urine gathered into streams.

On the six- to seven-meter-high city wall, soldiers with guns patrolled lazily in all directions.

A pure gold-made 'Bolaka' sign hung on the walltop, reflecting a faint light in the dusk.

The city is very large, or rather, the entire slave camp is vast.

Blue, gray, and white tents and iron boxes surrounded the city all around.

On roads in all directions, small convoys of two or three vehicles sped.

Many slave-catching vehicles had an iron chain trailing behind, with a bloody lump of flesh hanging at its end.

Numb, the bound hands and feet of savages were mounted on the rear of a pickup like livestock awaiting slaughter.

Noisy, clamorous.

On hundreds of towering concrete poles hung corpses that had been dead for a long time.

Around the city, on the muddy ground stood four billboards whose origin was unknown.

On the billboard, letters inlaid with various gemstones sparkled:

"The Heavenly City of Bolaka - Welcome."