Rise From The Doom Chapter 9

Two pieces of equipment. One was a pair of black shoes, the other was a bright silver hammer. Both had been taken from the bearded man.

The item was a good item, but Liu Wei'an already had the Blacklight Shoes. He wouldn't be able to use the Bright Silver Hammer, and it wasn't the same if he was an archer wielding a sledgehammer. Therefore, he sold them all. When he logged off at night, Liu Wei An did some counting and the balance in his account became 11 gold coins, 78 silver coins, 56 copper coins.

The serf turned over to sing, and the ox boy became a plutocrat overnight.

He went straight to the commercial street and bought a roast chicken and a roast duck, a mobile phone, clothes and a tablet computer. In this world, food was the most precious thing. Roasted chicken and roast duck accounted for more than half of the price. That night, the three of them had a hearty meal with their stomachs bulging. Liu Wei An lazily laid on the bed. He had never felt so full in his life before. She looked at Zhao Xin with a big smile on her face. She was like a little kitten, licking and licking the bones.

Zhao Nannan glanced at her clothes, phone and other big bags before suddenly asking, "You're rich?"

"I made a small profit."

"That's how money is spent?" Zhao Nannan's tone was flat, but Liu Wei An vaguely felt her displeasure.

"Otherwise?"

"Have you thought about it?" Zhao Nan Nan stared at him.

"In the future, wouldn't it be …" Liu Wei An suddenly stopped talking, because he didn't know how to continue, from when he was taken out of the orphanage by the dean, from when he inexplicably punished people, the space pirates, the chaos, the escape, the game, the struggle … Along the way, he was basically struggling for his life. He had never thought about what would happen in the future, nor did he have the time to think about it. If it wasn't for the fact that he had gotten lucky in the past two days, he would have probably fallen asleep due to exhaustion. Sleep was a race against time. There was no time to think about other things.

"This is the slave district, you have to think of a way to escape." Zhao Nannan said seriously.

"How?" Liu Wei An was moved. The slave quarters were too chaotic, and they were not safe for long periods of time. It was indeed not suitable for long-term living.

"I don't know." Zhao Nannan glanced at Liu Wei An's disappointed expression and slowly said, "In this world, there is nothing that can't be done with money and power. You have no hope, but —" Zhao Nannan's eyes swept across the big bag containing the phone and clothes and didn't finish her sentence.

Liu Wei An's eyes lit up as he had a vague idea.

"In the future, if it's not necessary, just buy as little as possible, as long as you have the energy tube." Zhao Nannan said softly.

"You think Zhao Xin won't understand anything when she grows up?" Liu Wei An handed his laptop over to Zhao Xin.

Zhao Nannan was at a loss for words. She was stunned for a moment before a trace of deep sadness flashed across her eyes.

"Sleep!"

Lights off!

Zhao Nannan and her daughter climbed onto the top bunk while Liu Wei An opened his eyes. He couldn't fall asleep no matter what. What would happen in the future? Target? Ideal? Officer? Become a tycoon? Or …

He kept tossing and turning, opening and closing his eyes, and for some reason, he thought of his parents. Who were they? Why did he have to abandon himself in an orphanage? Or don't like me? Are my parents still there? Was it somewhere on the planet, or was it dead? In a daze, Liu Wei'an fell asleep and had a dream. He dreamed that he had made a lot of money, connected the gold coins and circled Mars several times, then became a high-ranking official. He became the head of the empire, and with a flick of his fingers, countless heads fell to the ground. The scene suddenly changed, turning into him sleeping on the dragon bed. In the spacious hall, he was alone, naked, when suddenly, from outside the hall came the sounds of battle, swords and sabers clashing, the sounds of screams resonating together. It was extremely intense, a gust of cold wind blew, and a woman dressed in white appeared out of thin air, holding a sword dripping with blood, floating towards him.

"Who are you? Why did you want to kill me? " Liu Wei An was horrified to find that not only was he unable to speak, he was also unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the girl approached him. The cold aura emitted by the sword made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Liu Wei An woke up from his stupor with a loud shout. The moment the sharp sword pierced his heart, a bloody light shot out. He saw the woman's face clearly: it was Zhao Nannan. He touched his back and broke out in cold sweat.

This girl, why did she want to kill me? Liu Wei An shook his head violently. He suddenly realized something was wrong. Why were there more shouts? Didn't he already wake up? Could he still be in a dream?

The sound of intense footsteps came from outside, followed by a few curses and curses. A group of people appeared outside the door, then one of them shouted, "Smash!"

Boom! *

The iron door shook violently, and a loud sound echoed in this small basement. It was as terrifying as thunder, Zhao Xin screamed in fear on the top bunk. However, Zhao Nan Nan covered her mouth and covered her body with her hands.

Bang, bang, bang …

The people outside crazily smashed down the metal door, which made clanging sounds along with countless of angry curses and curses.

"... We were cold out in the cold, but these people live in warm houses and eat fragrant bread. "

"... Smash it, smash it hard, smash open this door … "

"... Kill them, and snatch all their food … "

"... We want to eat, we want to be free, we want a house, we want clothes … "

… ….

Slave riots!

Liu Wei An immediately understood what was going on. His anxious heart relaxed a little bit, as long as it was not a rebel or a bandit. The rebel army and bandits possessed formalized weapons. The place they appeared in was littered with corpses. There were basically no survivors. Most of them were made of wood and stone, and very few of them had iron weapons. Although they were also terrifying, their killing power was far less than that of the rebel soldiers and the bandits.

Sometimes, it was half a month, sometimes even five days, sometimes even three days. Sometimes, the scope was big, sometimes it was small, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, sometimes it was big, but most of the time it was small riots with tens of thousands of people, after all, walking around the streets in the cold weather at night was a very demanding task. He had also heard about the attack and death of the poor people living in the outer area, but he had only heard that this was the first time he had actually encountered such a thing. The sound of a fierce collision and the curses filled with killing intent were just inches away from his ears, and Liu Wei An's palms were covered in cold sweat as he glanced left and right, but there was nothing in the room that could be used as a weapon.

Bang -

At the center of the iron gate, there was a concave spot. It was about the size of a person's head, and it looked like it was caused by a rock. The entire room seemed to tremble.

When the people outside saw the deformed metal door, they became even more excited. They let out whooshing sounds and started to work even harder. A faint scream came from afar. Without even thinking, one could already tell that someone was in for a ride of misfortune.

The corridor of the entire building was filled with slaves, armed with simple weapons, smashing through all visible objects, garbage cans, light bulbs, windows …

Bang -

He clenched his fists tightly as he thought about how he should retaliate after breaking through the door. He wanted to kill as many people as possible, so that he wouldn't lose out when he dies. Facing the hungry and crazy slaves, there was no reason to argue. They would kill everyone in the room and snatch everything in sight, just like locusts crossing the border.

Liu Wei An squinted, and could clearly see what was happening outside. Dozens of slaves were huddled together, holding stones and wooden rods full of nails. They were gnashing their teeth with crazy expressions, and there was no fear in their eyes at all.

It was fortunate that they had the numbers, causing the space to be filled to the point where they couldn't move their hands and feet. Otherwise, even though the metal door was sturdy, it would probably not be able to withstand a couple of blows, but even so, under the frenzied attacks of the slaves, the metal door had already reached the point of destruction.

Without any surprises, the metal door would be smashed open in just two tries. Liu Wei An arched his back like a cheetah, his fists clenched tightly as he waited to take action.

Bang!

The metal door trembled and the gap became even larger. It was big enough to fit a finger inside. At this critical moment, a gunshot came from outside.

Here comes the police or the army.

However, within five seconds of the impact, everyone was already dead. Looking at the corpses on the ground, the madness in the eyes of the slaves behind started disappearing, and they started to get scared, they shouted, and started to run, coming and going as fast as they could, retreating like the tide.

The sound of gunfire quickly receded, and the police pursued until they had driven the slaves out of the area.

About half an hour later, the police came back one by one, patrolling the streets and using loudspeakers to warn them that there was no more danger, only then did Liu Wei An open the crumbling metal door, which was completely filled with the marks of being smashed, and walk up the stairs. When he walked outside, he immediately saw a few corpses, their blood staining the ground red, his gaze sweeping far away, and more bodies began to appear, one on each side, one on the west, and in some places there were five or six stacked on top of the other, their blood flowing in streams like ink under the night sky.

The entire building had been destroyed to the point where every household had been smashed into pieces. The metal doors were completely deformed and the windows were almost completely damaged. Several families' doors were wide open, and several corpses lay within without a sound.

Liu Wei An didn't have the heart to continue watching and quickly returned to the basement. At this moment, his desire to escape the slave sector was especially strong.

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