I'm looking for fairyland alone

Chapter 215 The Death of Mamel

"died again..."

Lu Zhen frowned and looked at the corpse on the ground.

The corpse was a man, a typical Central Asian race, with swollen cheeks and a broken left arm, twisted behind him, and died in front of him in a strange posture.

This man's cheek was injured by him casually, but he did not kill him.

"Whether you killed it or not, it will be counted on you in the end." Sarah standing behind Lu Zhen said, "Whether it was a vendetta or some other reason, as long as you die, people here will think it was you Killed, and then hate you even more."

She now appears as a thin girl with dry hair.

It was completely different from the body she occupied before, but her eyes were equally bright.

"Up to now, you just saw it a few times when you came back unintentionally, so it is reasonable to make a guess. In fact, those people you let go may have been killed." Sarah's eyes were pitiful, "I don't know How do you decide that someone deserves to die and someone doesn't, and now they're all dead."

"I didn't kill the man." Lu Zhen knelt down, put his hand on the man's chest, and felt it for a moment.

Seeming to have discovered something, Lu Zhen stretched out another finger and pointed on the forehead of the corpse, then closed his eyes.

"But he's dead," Sarah said.

Lu Zhen opened his eyes: "Then you should find the murderer."

Without looking at the corpse again, he got up and walked towards the city not far away.

Mamel, who was a hundred meters away, had already walked towards the city first.

From a distance, the scale of the city is small, similar to that of the slightly larger counties in China.

Sarah, who was following Lu Zhen, introduced: "The people around Nuristan City are mainly Nuristan people. The Nuristan people are brave and good at fighting. Under the rule of General Samim, they can still maintain stability."

Lu Zhen asked, "How many ethnic groups are there in your country?"

Sara continued: "Tajiks, Nuristans, Pashtuns, and Uzbeks are the four main ethnic groups in this country. The Wakhan Corridor generation you came from, and most of the northwest are under the control of the Tajiks. Down."

"These main ethnic groups are not always united, because there are complex tribes and clans under each ethnic group."

"For example, the Pashtun tribe has five tribal alliances below, and there are more than 300 tribes under it, and the tribes are divided into tribes, clans and families, so each clan is a complex combination. , interests are not always so aligned, and there are occasional internal conflicts.”

"The beliefs of the major tribes are different among each other, which is also one of the root causes of the conflict. In addition, foreign forces have been deeply involved in the situation in Afghanistan many years ago and have agents, which is also one of the main reasons for the chaotic situation."

Sara sighed deeply: "In the land you see, many tribes, old warlords, and conservative forces are fighting endlessly. Although it is a country, it has been divided into countless parts."

"You may not know." Lu Zhen looked at Sara, "My country was not much better than here a few decades ago."

"I have studied the history of your country." Sarah shook her head. "Your country does not have such strong ethnic conflicts, nor similar religious conflicts. Your beliefs are completely consistent, so even if you are separated, you can reunify."

She pointed to the ground: "But here, even if there is unity on the surface, the conflict cannot be eliminated, unless the power of Allah is used..."

Lu Zhen asked back: "If Allah can really help you, then how can you go to the point where you are torn apart?"

The sky is getting dark gradually, and there are not many people in the city, but the functions are complete. Occasionally, small vendors and open restaurants can be seen on both sides of the street.

Many people here are blond and blue-eyed, and they look a bit like Westerners, which makes Lu Zhen feel a little strange.

"Allah's help is not like feeding food, which is fed into our mouths one bite at a time. It will only point us to the right path. In the end, we still have to rely on our own will to complete our mission."

Sara said piously: "Only by virtue of our own efforts can we be qualified to accept God's help, instead of lying down and waiting for God's bestowal."

"You want to use faith to bridge domestic conflicts and contradictions..." Lu Zhen asked, "But these tribes have different beliefs. How do you unify your religious thoughts? War or preaching?"

"Wars will only bring endless harm, and no one will listen to preaching." Sara sighed again and said piously, "If the dead prophets can be resurrected, then the conflicts between our religions will definitely be wiped out."

Lu Zhen was surprised and said: "Your religion should not have the idea of ​​the resurrection of the prophet."

Sara nodded slightly: "The majority of us believe that the caliph elected from the disciples of the Prophet is the legal heir, but some people don't think so."

"A certain minority advocates the hereditary principle, and believes that the correct path should be to choose the successor of the Caliph from among the descendants of the Prophet's cousin and son-in-law Ali."

"They call the leader Imam, and only Ali himself and his descendants are qualified to be Imams, and they believe that they are protected by Allah, sages who never make mistakes, even higher than the Prophet."

"After Ali, there have been eleven consecutive generations descended from Ali. Many of them believed that the last Imam, the No. 12 Imam, did not actually die, but disappeared hundreds of years ago. escape, and will reappear as the savior in the future."

"Are you a majority or a minority?" Lu Zhen asked.

"Most people here believe in the majority, and so do I. Only Iran believes in the minority." Sara laughed at herself, "What I said was just a joke, and their imam is also a joke."

"But if the Prophet can really reappear in the world like the reclusive Imam they say... the best situation I can imagine is nothing more than this."

"Just like you, haven't you thought about those great figures coming back to life again, and seeing what they say about your world?"

Lu Zhen walked into the city and said calmly: "I sympathize with your experience, but I don't agree with your opinion. My ancestors never imagined the protection of gods and gods."

After a moment of silence, Sarah said, "You are different from us."

Not long after entering the city, a beautiful girl in waiter uniform appeared in front of Lu Zhen holding a wooden plate.

In the middle of the plate is the pilaf served on a porcelain plate, and there are some meat skewers and various pouches on the side. The food is similar to new ginger.

Lu Zhen looked expressionlessly at the girl who was covering up her nervousness with a smile.

Sarah said softly, "It's General Samim's reception. If you don't hide your whereabouts, General Samim must know you're here."

"Thank you." Lu Zhen grabbed a few pouches, took half of the money from the corpse and put it on the plate.

The girl holding the plate was at a loss, and by the time she realized it, Lu Zhen had already walked away.

"You gave too much." Sara said, "You could have eaten directly without paying any price. Even if you want, that girl is something you can enjoy."

Lu Zhen said lightly: "I don't want to have any human relations with them."

"Only when there is a relationship can we have communication with others, and only when we have communication can we have friends." Sarah shook her head, "There is a saying here, a thousand friends is not too many, and one enemy is not too few, but You did the exact opposite."

Lu Zhen didn't speak, but staggered along his footsteps, Mamel, who would stop slowly after walking a few steps, walked into a gloomy and narrow alley.

In front of the dark and dilapidated hut, a girl standing at the door hurriedly hid in the room, looking carefully at Lu Zhen and Sarah with her head.

The girl is thin and thin, with a flat body, sunken cheeks, and extremely large numb eyes. Her lips are painted with inferior lipstick, which looks like a poor imitation of an adult's makeup by a minor.

Immediately there was a scolding sound in the room.

The girl walked out of the door tremblingly, trying to smile at Lu Zhen, an oriental man, on her dead face.

Sarah took out the banknotes from her body, motioned to the girl, put them under her feet, then turned around and followed Lu Zhen's pace.

"This is a domestic prostitute." Sara said softly. "Women have no status here. You can buy a woman for a small sum of money, if you need it."

"The elder brother will sell his sister, and the parents will sell their daughter... After these people are bought, they are wives in name, but they are forced to come out to do business after marriage."

"Those who resist will be brutally abused... I have seen people whose nails and hair were pulled out, imprisoned in a basement toilet, not given enough water and food, and finally starved to death alive."

"For that family, it's just a loss of some money. They can immediately buy another woman back."

Mamel staggered and fell on the side of the road, suppressing the pain in his head, and sarcastically said: "It's hypocritical...every day here, I don't know how many women are trafficked like goods, but...Sara...what did you do? You call for respect for women's rights, but do people listen to you?"

"Marzai controls such a vast area, how many women are executed every year just because of women's clothing..."

He looked at Lu Zhen and grinned: "Look, this is the region, people like me are high above... living wantonly, those ants... oh, ants have never lived."

His condition is even worse now.

His face was so pale that there was no blood, his shirt was gone, and his bare upper body was covered with a mixture of mud and blood. His left arm, which had stopped bleeding, was scratched against the wall, and the wound opened again, bleeding out traces of blood.

With a height of nearly two meters, he shrinks under the dark corner, like a tiger that is about to end.

"We can't do anything about many things." Sara sighed, "But, Mamel, what do you think we should do? And what do you think we can do with our abilities?"

"I don't think you should do anything, I just think you are hypocritical." Mamel climbed up with difficulty, looked at the weird claw flag hanging on the roof not far away, with a cruel smile on his face, "Did you see it? Contact point... my butcher's flag! They're already here... watching you, and watching me... if given the chance..."

The only remaining right hand beat his head in pain. Mamel gritted his teeth and said, "If given the chance, they would have killed me and you without hesitation... It's a pity that you couldn't stop them from coming to die!"

The last sentence was addressed to Sarah.

Sarah said: "Since they know the danger, they may not come in person."

"No, they will definitely come." The smile on Mamel's face grew wider, "Whether they entered the city or not, I know they must have arrived, and you didn't stop them."

At this time, a middle-aged man in a long coat with sly eyes came out of the room with the flag hanging and walked towards Lu Zhen and Mamel.

Seeing this person's appearance, Mamel sneered and said: "This person is just a small character. In your eastern words, he is just a dog-headed military division who can be discarded at any time. If you want to kill them, it depends on you." Do you have……"

Without warning, Lu Zhen lightly pressed his right hand on Mamel's chest.

No matter how powerful the ability is, it can't make one's heart as hard as his body.

There was a slight cracking sound in the heart, and Mamel's tired body slowly fell backwards.

Blood kept flowing from his mouth, and he kept panting, but he didn't die immediately, and there was a tragic smile on his face that no one could understand.

He murmured, "I did..."

The indifferent Lu Zhen raised his right foot and stepped down on Mamel's chest.

Several cracking sounds came from under his feet, and Mamel spewed out a big mouthful of blood mist, his eyes gradually dimmed.

Mamel, the famous butcher in Central Asia, died so easily in the hands of Lu Zhen. All the traces left were only a body and the blood that stained Lu Zhen's shoes red.

Sara, who looked at Mamel's body, sighed complicatedly: "May Allah forgive your sins..."

The middle-aged man who was approaching stopped a few meters away, and his tense body relaxed after seeing Mamel die with his own eyes, which shows how powerful Mamel's deterrence was to him.

He took down the phone he was talking on, hung up the phone, and looked at Lu Zhen flatteringly: "Distinguished Oriental guest, first of all, thank you for killing the lunatic Mamel for us. To tell you the truth, we actually treated him Cruel and cruel have long been dissatisfied, but..."

Lu Zhen walked towards the middle-aged man.

Under the tremendous pressure, the middle-aged man swallowed, but he did not retreat, barely maintaining the smile on his face: "But, as we all know, Mamel is too powerful! In order to thank you for helping us kill Mamel, End his cruelty to us..."

Lu Zhen had already walked an arm's length away from the middle-aged man, looking down at the middle-aged man who was half a head lower than him.

This guy is even scarier than Mamel... The middle-aged man took a step back uncontrollably.

But their fear of Mamel is deep-rooted fear, but they don't have that kind of instinctive fear for Lu Zhen in front of them.

He suppressed his uneasiness and said with sincerity: "We... We have prepared some gifts for you, and I hope you will be satisfied. In addition, although we have been active on the northern border for a while, we are all in Mamel. under threat."

"Nevertheless, we do not deny that we have done a little excessive things at the border. Here, I sincerely apologize to you..."

His words stopped abruptly, because Lu Zhen's palm had already been placed on his neck.

The middle-aged man's face was flushed, his eyes turned white, and he was lifted from the ground by Lu Zhen.

A sudden gunshot rang out, and Lu Zhen and the middle-aged man disappeared in place at the same time.

Intensive gunshots came from the houses on both sides, and the ground and walls exploded at the same time. It was unclear how many people were ambushing in the houses.

Under the coverage of the firepower net, there are absolutely no dead ends. No matter how fast Lu Zhen is, it is impossible to walk out of this lane intact from the front.

These people should have undergone special training and were deliberately used to besiege and kill those who had achieved success in cultivation.

With this kind of firepower net, it may be effective for ordinary aliens when caught off guard, but for Lu Zhen, there is not much pressure.

With a "bang", the sound of the wall collapsing overwhelmed countless gunshots, and Lu Zhen had crashed into the house on the left.

The screams suddenly sounded, and the gunshots suddenly became sparse.

A series of "bang" collapses came out, like an unstoppable huge monster, quickly approaching the room with the weird banner.

It wasn't until the house under the flag collapsed that the gunfire completely disappeared.

A moment later, Lu Zhen, with blood on his right hand, walked out from the dust of the ruins.

The sudden gunshots came from the opposite room again.

Lu Zhen had already used the old trick and crashed into the opposite house.

In less than a minute, he appeared in the alley again, and quickly galloped in a certain direction outside the city.

……

"Mamel is really dead?!"

"Dead, Rajad saw him dead! Killed like a wild dog!"

"Heh, this oriental guy is a bit interesting."

"He has done a good deed, and we can give him a little more."

In a residential house more than ten miles outside the city, three imposing men breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The heavy pressure felt all year round disappeared, and all three felt relaxed.

The great situation is in sight, and there is a one-third chance of becoming Mamel's successor. Why don't they relax?

The biggest bearded old man among them smiled and said: "I want to thank this Oriental man. Although he is a little reckless, he has done a good job. If he wants, I will collect more beauties and let him take them back to the East." .”

Another standing burly man in the vest sneered: "You are not worried at all, he killed us together?"

"Ali, if you were scared, you didn't have to come." The man with a gloomy face sitting opposite the burly man in the vest sneered, "Why did you follow me like a dog again?"

The burly man in the vest suddenly stood up and glared at the sinister man: "You..."

The old man stood up and stood between the burly man in the vest and the man of prey. He grabbed the hand of the burly man in the vest with one hand and patted the shoulder of the man of prey with the other. He said with a smile, "Why do you say things so clearly that everyone knows?"

"Since Mamel is dead now, shouldn't we find a way to ensure our own safety, and then discuss how to distribute Mamel's inheritance?"

The burly man in the vest withdrew his arm angrily.

"Ali is right. We should also be wary of this Easterner. After all, even Mamel was killed by him." The old man said, "His strength is too terrifying. If we don't accept our kindness, then we might be in some trouble." . "

"It's powerful, but it's a pity that it has no brains." The sinister man sneered, "Killing a few people casually, thinking that we can deter us, is simply a fool."

"Sarah makes such a terrible picture of the man, and I don't think much of it."

The old man smiled and said: "But this fool is powerful and has helped us a lot."

"If he doesn't accept our good intentions and falls out with Rajad, our arrangements may not be able to stop him. This place may not be safe. He may force us to find out our hiding place at any time. We'd better move now..."

"It's late." The door was pushed open suddenly, and a middle-aged woman with bright eyes walked into the room, "He's already here."

Before the three people could react, the middle-aged woman pointed to the penetrating wound on her chest: "Did you kill this man?"

　Make up for yesterday's.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)