Ren Yifei played with the spear in his hand and looked at him: "have you been asked to kill me?" Who is it, and why do you want to do it? "

This higher human feels that he is sinking, while floating objects such as giant leaves are far away. Because of the fear of death, he burst into tears. "I just obeyed the orders of the nobles, and we can't disobey the orders of the nobles," he said. "

"what kind of aristocrat do you look like?"

The man in the swamp quickly recalled, but because he was in a state of collapse at the moment, he could not tell exactly, and could only give piecemeal clues such as' male, thin, long hair 'and so on.

As a result of the struggle, the swamp has covered the whole lower body of the man, sinking faster and faster, and he is getting more and more nervous and collapsing.

"Why did he ask you to kill me?" Ren Yifei asked unexpectedly. The killer as a tool is less likely to know the secret, and it is highly unlikely that this high-class human will know.

Unexpectedly, the man spoke: "he said, you want to destroy the whole group."

"Hmm?" You want it?

The word. The original owner has not yet been put into action, and there should not be many people who know what he thinks. How can he be known?

Ren Yifei remembered the symbol the boy had drawn during lunch. It is hard to say that the original owner has shown his traces and has been known by those with vested interests, which is what happened today.

"help me! Help me! " The man in the swamp had only his head and two arms left. he burst into tears and cried, "you save me, I don't have to kill you!" Let's pretend we don't know about it. "

"Oh? I'm afraid it's hard for you to explain when you go back. " Ren Yifei stared at his horn.

"No, it won't. The aristocracy won't come down at all."

After thinking for a while, Ren Yifei stood at a distance. He lay down on the ground and held out his spear, so that his head could just be reached.

If you stand up and pull people, you may send yourself in, and it will be better to lie on your stomach.

The man grabbed the head of the spear and spelled out the breast-feeding force to move to the edge of the swamp. Finally, he reached the edge of the swamp and grabbed the nearby Fujiman root to climb up desperately.

But the first time he climbed ashore, he did not even slow his breath, but he launched an attack on the savior: "you deserve to die!"

"stubborn."

The proud man froze on his face for a second, his slender hand locked his throat, and the superior man felt the passing of something in his body, and his eyes gradually blurred.

Ren Yifei watched his expression, watching his face turn gray a little, even the whole person curled up, completely lost the ability to resist.

When man fell to the ground and opened his eyes wide, he was not dead, but he suddenly became so weak that he could not even speak, and his mouth was unable to open.

Ren Yifei removed the metal dagger tied to the end of the long spear and approached the horns of humans such as the spear: "it will be all right for a while. It won't hurt."

Tears fell from the corner of the human eye, and he begged until the end of the dagger pierced his forehead.

The sharp metal blade pierced the contact surface between the corner and the head, and red blood slipped from the forehead. The man on the ground opened his eyes wide, but only saw a vague shadow.

After a few hours, the second floor of the tower.

"what's the matter with you?" It was strange that the gatekeeper looked at the mud and moss he had accidentally stained. Even most of his face was covered in mud, as if he had rolled in a circle in the mud.

The man just spread his hand helplessly. He held a spear in one hand and a metal number plate in the other. Half of his face was blocked by mud, but he could still see it clearly.

"No," the gatekeeper waved as he stared at the corner of his forehead. "this is the form, and the untouchables don't have the courage to come. Go and find a place to wash. Oh, my God, the smell is so smelly. "

The man nodded and went into the nest on the second floor.

It is bigger and brighter than the nest on the first floor, with a better-looking material, a polished floor, many glowing bouquets of flowers on the ceiling and walls, beautiful reliefs and paintings in colored clay.

However, there are very few people inside.

About the same area, the bottom is crowded with people, each hole is folded with a hole, but the hole on this side is far away. There are no more than one-tenth of the people downstairs.

And there are many public functional areas in the building. He saw someone come out wet. It was the bathroom.

There's something else, but can't recognize it with eyes. The people sat there chatting in loose clothes, with books and things to play with in their hands.

The gap in living environment between the two can be compared to slums and rich areas.

In the hall, those children with the characteristics of wild animals were playing and playing in the clearing. The boys had horns on their foreheads and the girls had sharp ears. They were all neatly dressed and wore small shoes.

They play happily with all kinds of toys and do not need to work as young as the children downstairs.

As he walked past the children, the fighting children stopped, leaned out their necks and sniffed: "you smell like a pariah."

"I just came from below." He said, with a tone of rejection, disdain and disgust, and then even coughed.

When the children heard this, they believed and spread out again.

Other adults saw the muddy footprints left behind him, looked up and shouted, "call a worker and wipe the floor."

Ren Yifei continued to walk towards the city.

The number of metal cards still points to the houses assigned to each high-class human. Ren Yifei called them soldiers, corresponding to soldiers and ants.

Soldiers and civilians still live in caves, but they are much larger, and the doorway is decorated with colored stones, and the door frame is simply carved.

Push open the thick wooden door, and a room of 40 to 50 square meters appears in front of you.

It is divided into swarms, the ground is covered with wooden floors, and the top is hung with glowing stone chandeliers.

The hall came in, carpeted, tables and chairs, and bows and arrows, animal skulls and tools hung on the walls.

Then there are two separate small rooms for living and storage. He found a pen and paper in the living room. He found the wine barrel in the storeroom, and there was still a small portion left in it.

"with paper and pens and wine, the level of civilization may have to move forward."

Regardless of pen and paper, it may be caused by some interference. But wine, mostly eating leftover grains, fruits and other things accidentally fermented, and then began to be deliberately brewed.

The real owner of the house had been swamped by the swamp. Ren Yifei taped the horns cut off with sticky plant juices he had seen before, then changed into each other's clothes and smeared himself with mud.

Without even using illusions, he came in easily.

It went so well that it was a bit of a surprise.

This lack of vigilance also shows from the side that the people here have not experienced class struggle, or even default that class struggle does not exist.

That is to say, the system has not suffered any impact since it appeared.

No wonder the man was just pushed by himself, just like his dead parents, very angry and shocked.

Ren Yifei didn't look everywhere. He was dirty and would leave a pile of stains.

There is no water in the room, so can't wash. If you want to wash your things, you have to go to the bathroom below.

Under the bed, he found a bucket and something like soap, put a piece of torn paper and a change of clothes inside, then went out and went downstairs.

The people in the hall were still sitting together, and the stains he had left had been cleaned. The man who washed the floor was a worker, kneeling on the ground and wiping it.

The children ran over, their feet on the back of his hand, and he drew back in pain.

When the child saw this, he reached out and rubbed the soles of his feet against the rag: "it's so dirty."

They walked towards the door again, but in the middle of it, the children gathered at the entrance suddenly scattered on both sides, and all of them stopped making noise and stood quietly on both sides.

Ren Yifei, holding the barrel, and other people sitting and chatting looked at it.

He saw a woman with a fat head, big ears and double chin come in.

Oh, go? No, it's not accurate to use this word. She was carried in and sat in a gorgeous and exaggerated chair, with shoes particularly high, ten or ten centimeters, surrounded by golden pearls and colored gems.

These jewelry are so exquisite that her appearance once again pushed forward the civilization of this copy for hundreds of years.

The red fur was spread on the floor, the chair was gently placed in the middle, and people finally got a clear view of the woman: she had long braids hanging from her ankles, her face was decorated with a lot of colorful treasures and gold, and her neck and wrists were all wearing gold ornaments, wearing a pink gauze dress and small scaly wings with a pair of transparent wings on her back.

The former gatekeeper followed her, holding her skirt respectfully.

Everyone stood up and stood upright in the place. Ren Yifei remembered that when the soldiers walked into the workers' canteen, he looked similar.

There is no doubt that this is probably the higher class. Aristocrats.

"ahem." Ren Yifei had an itchy throat and a cough, which attracted the attention of many people, including the woman sitting in the chair.

Her eyes were dangling exaggerately at the woman in the pink dress, who could not stand the visual injury at all, a man who was covered in rotten mud and smelled like a foul-smelling man.

Just as she was about to speak, the rotten mud man upstairs shrank directly behind a statue in the corner. This consciousness finally loosened the brow of the woman in pink skirt.

The rest breathed a sigh of relief.

Ren Yifei in the shadow of the stone carving suppresses his sudden desire to cough: judging from the previous cases of conflict between workers and soldiers, the end of offending the upper aristocracy is by no means wonderful.

At present, it is not suitable for conflict, first meticulous.

"two people, please. I need someone to carry the skirt." She looked at the crowd, covered her nose and rolled her eyes. "Oh, my God, it stinks. Is this going to fumigate me?"

Soon two young women came, knelt before her and carefully lifted the corners of their skirts, their little animal ears shaking excitedly.

The woman in the pink skirt reluctantly agreed, and the chair she was sitting on was lifted without even shaking: "hold it, don't touch the ground."

But don't know whether the two young women were excited or inexperienced. In the process of turning, they hurriedly bumped into each other. As a result, the skirts in their hands fell off, not only touching the ground, but also being scraped off by pebbles.

The finely made pink skirt immediately left scratches.

"Oh! How could they? "

"they ruined the adult's skirt." The sound of a neat and clear breath was heard at the scene.

"." Ren Yifei has a subtle expression and a sense of confusion in watching memory playback.

The woman in the pink dress opened her eyes wide and said, "this is what I'm going to wear to the party later!"

The two young women knelt on the ground, trembling and crying. Women in pink dresses don't even look at them, but they just feel sorry for their own dresses.

The man in charge of the place came in from the outside, and he asked someone to cut off the ears of the two women: "send them below."

"No! Please! " The tears of the two men became even more ferocious, and it seemed more painful to be sent down there than to cut off their ears.

But who ignored their cries.

Those people are just accusing them of being rude to aristocrats.

Soon the new skirt man arrived, and there was no more accident. The children began to walk, the adults sat down, and the hall was calm again.