Chapter 2 City of God

There was a mirror hanging on the wall.

The mirror was not big, with several cracks, and the figure in the mirror was somewhat unreal.

The mirror was picked up by the young Ryan on the road. In the past, he had always regarded it as a treasure. This world was similar to the western world on Earth in the middle century, so the mirror was not a luxury good. However, a mirror was not a daily necessity for Ryan's class.

In the mirror, there was a pale face. His black hair was slightly curled up, and his black eyes were as dark as the deep sea. He had a high nose and a thin face. After crossing over, there was a hint of coldness between his eyebrows, driving away the cowardice that had been in his eyes all year round.

After taking a look at the mirror, Ryan turned around.

He looked around.

This was a very small room. A single wooden bed was placed against the wall in front of the bed; there was a small square table next to a wooden stand with a mottled pattern on the wood; the other side of the wall has a small window, the window is like a cell window, no glass, only a few wooden bars. The night wind mixed with cold rain flew in from the window, wetting the wooden floor, and the color there became darker.

There was no kitchen or bathroom. This was a room that was similar to a prison cell.

The wooden floor beneath his feet was already broken, and with a slight movement, it would make a creaking sound.

The thin walls of the room made a poor sound insulation. Someone next door was snoring, and the snoring sounded like a blacksmith pulling a bellows, rhythmicly.

He came to the window and looked out through the wooden strips.

This was the second floor of the apartment. There were no tall buildings outside. If one looked through the window, they would not only be able to see the white sails in the port at the foot of the mountain, but they would also be able to vaguely see the island far from the port.

This was the coastal city in the southwest of Franka Empire, Lanceton.

The Moon River meandered through the city and converged into the Star Sea at the side, dividing the city into the Southern and Northern Districts.

The Southern District was where the lower-class people lived, and the port was also located in this area. The hillside above the port was the most complicated and dirty place in the Southern District, which was also commonly known as the slums.

City of God.

This was a film from Brazil, South America, in his previous life on Earth.

This place was exactly the same as the City of God in the movies.

The buildings here were built haphazardly everywhere, just like a dense pile of broken blocks. There was no landfill or sewer, because there was no difference between a sewer and a landfill.

Those big shots in the north district ruled the city, but they never cared about this place.

Ryan left the window and went to a corner of the room, near the bed. He took out a movable wooden board at the foot of the wall. There was a small hole. Inside the hole was a mental box.

He opened the iron box, which contained a few notes and a few silver coins.

The banknotes are ten Louis, five Louis, and one Louis. The portraits of Louis, the founding emperor of the Franka Empire, were printed on the notes. Louis gazed into the distance, with a meaningful smile.

A silver coin is worth one Louis, a copper coin is one Finney, a hundred Finneys are a Louis, and a hundred Louis are a Gold Louis.

One Finney was equivalent to one RMB on Earth.

Ryan has 29 Louis in savings, or 2,900 Finneys. If converted to RMB, it was more than 2000. The rent for this single room is four Louis fifty Finneys per month, which meant that every month he had to spend 450 RMB on accommodation.

He took out some paper money and coins from his pocket and placed them on the bed.

Three Louis and ninety Finneys.

This was the money he had found from those two people. He did not touch the body.

In Ryan's memory, any body found in the slums could not remain intact. If he was lucky, he would leave a pair of underwear on his body. If he was unlucky, he would be naked.

People's first reaction to seeing the body was not to protect the scene, but to see if they can find any useful things.

There was no need for him to destroy the corpses.

As for the police...

Don't count on them.

If not necessary, the police would never enter the slums.

Ryan threw the whole money into the mental box, leaving the change. He took off his clothes and went to bed.

The young man's body was too weak. After killing the two strong men by surprise, he almost spent all of his strength and energy. Now, the back of his head was still hurting. He felt his head was like a water bag, making him dizzy.

He was thinking...

Who wanted to kill him?

Ryan was an orphan. When he was six years old, his mother passed away from illness, so he was raised by his uncle.

After he was thirteen, he started working and took care of himself.

Struggling, working hard, living...

This was his life for the previous seventeen years.

Such a life is uneventful for him and for most of youths in the Southern District.

Such an ordinary young man, who would deliberately target him and kill him?

The owner of this body, Ryan, was suddenly attacked on the back of the head on his way home and then dragged aside to an alley. That blow had actually scattered the soul of the real Ryan, so he was able to descend on this body.

Robbery?

Robbery would not be like this!

Uncle?

At the time of his mother's death, Ryan was also six years old, and it would have been difficult to survive without his uncle's help. Although the property left by his mother was occupied by his uncle, it was not necessary to hire killings.

If it was really about the inheritance, why didn't uncle do it a few years ago?

It couldn't be uncle, there must be someone else.

Hatred?

Money?

The young man, Ryan, had a weak personality. He was always careful when dealing with people and things. He was afraid of causing trouble. Even if he was bullied and insulted, he would bear it. He had never lost his temper in front of others.

It was impossible for such a person to have enemies.

At least, there were no enemies who wanted him to die.

Then it could only be for profit.

Was he in someone's way?

Or perhaps, he had some secret?

If there had to be a secret, it could only be his father whom he had never met before.

Ryan's mother was just a shop assistant. When she was eighteen, she had a child out of wedlock and owned a nice house. The whole family moved in. Now, his uncle's family ived in the house.

The house should be the property given by his father.

Was it related to that never-met father?

At this point, Ryan ceased to think.

Even if he knew the reason and the murderer, with his current capacity, he could do nothing about the other party.

The top priority now was to make himself stronger. Before recovering his strength, he could only maintain Ryan's original habits—live cautiously.

He took a deep breath.

Then Ryan closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

Gu Chaoyang had an extremely powerful breathing technique that made him to focus instantly and increase his body's potential. It was extremely beneficial for fighting. That was the reason why he could easily kill those two men.

Soon, he entered a mysterious state.