It turns out it’s not a farming system.

Xu Xiaodong was stunned: "Did something happen to Huang Mao?"

Wu Wangwo looked at Xu Xiaodong, "Yes. In the half month after this incident, the three of them had accidents one after another. But I know that it was not an accident."

"Why do you say that?" Xu Xiaodong asked doubtfully.

"Because we all belong to the Loach Gang, and there are a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people waiting to be taken care of in the gang." Wu Wangwo replied with a wry smile.

"Why did you raise him?" Xu Xiaodong was puzzled.

Logically speaking, official or semi-official institutions such as nursing homes or orphanages are established in local areas. Even for civil society groups, there are not a few young people who appear to have just graduated from school to work as pickpockets or smugglers to support their families.

"There are practitioners among their immediate family members. Therefore, the local government does not care, because the southeast is special. Unlike other places, ordinary people and practitioners live together and have a good relationship." Wu Wangwo said.

"Then the practitioners at home don't care about them?" Xu Xiaodong didn't care. Practitioners don't care about many things, but their relatives will definitely take care of them.

"No one cares about it because a practitioner in the family has an accident and either dies or disappears or his whereabouts are unknown. Those with sects or gangs are better off. They visit regularly and receive some subsidies, but most of them are left unattended. "Wu Wangwo stared blankly at the fire, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Then go out and find a job to support yourself. You don't have to wait for others to support you, right?" Xu Xiaodong was a little angry. It's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself~

"No one knows whether this person went to practice retreat or died in an accident. To what extent should he be raised?" Wu Wangwo lazily replied, "Some people are lucky and can find a job. Mixed into the general population, while most people, like the private property of practitioners, are left to work like cattle and horses.”

His father never came back, and his mother had a hard time living with him. I used to find a few jobs among ordinary people, but I would be fired within a few days.

Later, his mother begged her last employer, a supermarket owner. The boss couldn't bear it and told her: "We can't afford to offend practitioners. We are really worried about retaliation!"

I can only return to the gathering place of practitioners exhausted and work for the high-ranking practitioners. Day after day, I live a life of starvation and being ordered around by the practitioners.

When I was young, I didn't know why. But when I got older and saw more, I naturally understood that those practitioners who felt that they were superior to others needed someone to do the chores, and they were the best candidates.

When Wu Wangwo was older, he took his family to leave the settlement provided by the practitioners and make a living in an orphanage or nursing home.

The few of them learned the Loach Kung Fu from the director of the orphanage. The old dean used to be a gang member, but now spiritual practice has gradually become a new trend, and his previous fist and kick skills have declined.

These four people followed it for a while. They didn't expect to live longer, they just wanted to stay healthy and not get sick.

Because his father was a spiritual practitioner, he found a job as a smuggler at sea.

Xu Xiaodong continued the topic just now, "You haven't said yet that something happened to Huang Mao and his gang. Didn't the police take care of it? Didn't they dare to take care of it?"

"The police came and said that the matter would be forwarded to the higher authorities, and then there was no news." Wu Wangwo sighed and replied.

"Well, they are right. If it involves a spy case, it must be handed over. If it involves a practitioner, there is no special affairs office here. You can only report it to Jincheng, and Jincheng will send someone to handle it." Xu Xiaodong rarely analyzes the problem seriously.

"You just kept telling me not to fly here, why? Do you know anything?" Xu Xiaodong and Wu Wangwo pulled out the potatoes and they were already cooked.

The two of them blew the potatoes from left to right, and started eating them with a "sharsh" sound.

"There is a legend about this island, saying that you can only enter but not leave. At first, several aristocratic families came to see it. Although none of their people went back, there was still an endless stream of people coming. Until the leader of the Giant Shark Gang He didn’t come back either, so everyone stopped. The leader of the Giant Shark Gang is a master of the Four Symbols."

"Other than that, is there no information?" Xu Xiaodong ate a potato and felt warm, ready to go outside to take a look.

"No more." Wu Wangwo was a little sleepy. According to his biological clock, it was almost dawn.

"You stay in this circle, don't run around, I'll go out and take a look. If you have to go out, I don't care." Xu Xiaodong left the tent, left a word, then found a direction, and left without looking back.

Wu Wangwo looked at the tent blankly, thought for a while, and moved the fire to another place. He cleaned the ground where the fire had just burned, spread a large leaf on it, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

Xu Xiaodong walked a few steps in the direction of the rising sun. The sky was already slightly bright and he could see the surrounding environment clearly. I saw glowing flowers slowly closing their petals in the dim light.

Those trees can emit light. There are small light balls on the trunk or in front of the branches. These small light balls are like light bulbs.

A gust of wind blew by, and the light balls on the trunks and branches fell off and rolled to the ground.

Xu Xiaodong was very curious. He slowly approached a ball of light that fell on the ground. After thinking about it, he took out two tools like chopsticks for fishing out dough sticks and picked up the ball of light.

It is translucent in color, and a dark shadow can be vaguely seen inside.

Xu Xiaodong took out a packaging box, one with preservation properties. He put a light ball into the preservation box and put it into the space. On the other side, the light ball on the ground began to roll, and the black shadow inside struggled.

Xu Xiaodong took out another hand-held flamethrower with his left hand, and poked the ball of light with the chopsticks he used to scoop up fried dough sticks with his right hand. The ball of light burst with a "plop" sound.

A colorful insect writhed out. It may not be suitable for this environment. The colorful insect struggled hard.

In about two minutes, the bug was dead. Xu Xiaodong felt a spiritual energy coming out of the insect.

Is this an illusion? He popped another ball of light and repeated his previous observation. It is certain that after the insect dies, spiritual energy will appear.

He looked at the insect with gleaming eyes.

At this time, the light ball on the ground cracked open, and the insects inside crawled out. Xu Xiaodong wanted to kill the bugs excitedly to get more spiritual energy.

Suddenly he stopped and said, "Oh my god, these bugs have shiny teeth. They don't seem to be vegetarians. They are about to surround me."

Run!