Meteor Street sounded like the name of a street, but it was actually the collective name of all the streets in the slum area of Heavenly Sword Planet.
It was called Meteor Street because many of the people who lived in this area had lives as short as meteors — they were gone just like that.
In this area of Meteor Street, the people who lived were basically at the bottom of the planet.
Gangs, gangsters, thieves, the red-light district, and shady underground businesses were the main themes of this area.
Sword11 had thought about rectifying it before, but he later realized that these dark sides could not be completely eradicated. Even if he cleaned up this Meteor Street, in a few years, another Meteor Street would appear. Even if he cracked down on them many times and punished them severely by the law, at most, Meteor Street would be broken up into countless smaller Meteor Streets.
No matter how bright the sun was, there would always be places where the sun could not shine.
Later, he also figured it out. As long as Meteor Street was within his control, there was no need to go to war.
The bosses of Meteor Street were also smart people. They understood the situation and grasped Sword11's thinking. They took the initiative to give in and never dared to do anything too out in the open.
Thus, the ecology of Meteor Street was preserved in this way.
After leaving Carved Heart Pavilion, Lin Huang appeared directly on Meteor Street with two Sword Servants.
The stench that filled the air made Lin Huang frown involuntarily.
At a glance, there were at least twenty or thirty pieces of garbage that had been casually thrown away on the narrow street.
Leftover lunch boxes, bloody toilet paper, used condoms, thick green phlegm stuck to the ground … Lin Huang even saw several obvious urine stains on the walls. The height of the stains was obviously not left behind by dogs.
Seeing the tall Sword302, the men gathered in twos and threes on the side of the road unscrupulously sized her up from head to toe. Some of them did not even bother to hide their bulging crotches. They even deliberately stroked their crotches with their hands and smiled obscenely at Sword302.
Sword302 was not annoyed when she saw this. After a faint smile, she took a step forward with her long legs in high heels.
The next instant, the aura of Wind Elemental Enlightenment quietly rippled.
In an instant, a strong wind blew on the entire street, causing countless houses to totter.
Fortunately, the gust of wind only lasted for three to five seconds before it stopped.
After the wind stopped, the rubbish on the ground, along with the dirty trash cans and the men on the side of the road, all disappeared.
"Trash should be cleaned up," Sword302 said indifferently as she returned to Lin Huang's side.
Naturally, Lin Huang could tell that Sword302 had not killed anyone. She had merely used Wind Elemental Enlightenment to blow away the men and the trash.
He could clearly feel that after the gust of wind just now, even the air in this narrow street was much fresher.
Ignoring the doors and windows on both sides of the road that were hastily closed, Lin Huang continued to lead the two forward.
After bypassing five or six streets, Lin Huang finally found the house where the boy named Wu Hao lived in the deepest part of a small alley that was less than a meter wide.
In this dark and damp alley, there was almost no sunlight for twenty-four hours a day.
Wu Hao's house was the innermost cubicle. According to Lin Huang's visual estimation, it was about ten square meters at most. A small window was wrapped in crisscrossed rusty bars, but none of the glass was intact.
The door of the room was open to the outside, but it was also rotten and dilapidated. There was a fist-sized hole near the height of a person's shin, as if someone had kicked it open.
However, Lin Huang also noticed that the front of the house was clean, almost spotless, as if someone had just cleaned it not long ago.
Having a preliminary understanding of the child's situation, Lin Huang pondered for a moment. He left the two Sword Servants where they were and walked to the door of the room alone.
In the open room, as Lin Huang had expected, there was only a bed and a table.
A young man was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, holding a small knife, quietly carving a piece of wood. The wood shavings scattered on a piece of newspaper on his desk.
Lin Huang recognized the prototype he had carved at a glance. It was a dragon beast. Although there were not enough details, he could vaguely judge that it was an Archaic Fire Dragon.
He saw that the teenager was so focused on carving that he did not notice his arrival at all. Lin Huang did not disturb him. He stood quietly outside the door and watched the teenager carve.
When it was almost noon, the teenager finally finished carving the Archaic Fire Dragon in his hand.
He seemed to be a little tired. He put down the wooden carving in his hand and stretched. When he looked up, he saw Lin Huang at the door.
Seeing Lin Huang, the teenager was startled.
However, he quickly calmed down, moved his fingers without a trace, and hid the carving knife in his right hand in the palm of his hand. At the same time, he asked Lin Huang warily, "Who are you looking for?"
Lin Huang naturally noticed the teenager's small movement. He smiled and took out the wooden carving he had just obtained from Carved Heart Pavilion. "This three-legged Golden Crow is your work, right?"
The teenager's pupils shrank slightly, not because he saw his own wooden carving, but because he noticed that the wooden carving in Lin Huang's hand had appeared out of thin air.
"You're a cultivator, and I'm just an ordinary person. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush. "The teenager quietly glanced in the direction of the window, already planning an escape route in his mind.
"Don't worry, I mean no harm. It's just that when I was shopping in Carved Heart Pavilion this morning, I accidentally saw your work and thought it was pretty good, so I came to visit. "
"Do you think I'll believe you? This sculpture is a mess of ugly lines and full of mistakes in the details. You, a cultivator, think it's pretty good? " The expression on the teenager's face was unclear whether he was questioning Lin Huang's aesthetics or his words.
"I didn't say you carved it well. What I thought was pretty good was the lingering meaning in the sculpture," Lin Huang explained somewhat helplessly.
He had not expected Wu Hao to be so vigilant. However, when he thought about the environment he lived in, it was understandable.
"You don't have to use those tricks you use to coax children on me." Wu Hao obviously did not believe Lin Huang's excuse. "The rules of Meteor Street don't allow cultivators to attack ordinary people who don't cultivate. No matter why you came to me, you've already broken the rules. If anything happens to me, Master Sword11 will definitely send someone to investigate! "
Although Meteor Street had this rule, people died every day in this area. There were at least hundreds of ordinary people who died every year for various reasons. Sword11 did not have the time to pay attention to it at all.
"Alright, looks like you won't believe anything I say." Lin Huang was speechless. "Then I'll find someone to talk to you."
Wu Hao's muscles tensed, and he stared at Lin Huang with a vigilant expression. Just as he thought that Lin Huang had an accomplice, Lin Huang dialed a number right in front of him.
After the call was picked up, a figure was projected in front of Wu Hao.
When he saw this figure, Wu Hao was completely stunned.
"Sword11?!"
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