Chapter: 1560
The slums were like a maze.
The houses were not planned and built in the beginning, but rather formed haphazardly since people who were pushed out of the city settled in arbitrarily.
Even those who lived in the slums often took wrong turns, so this was a place where ordinary people wouldn�t dare to enter.
In recent years, the slums have expanded explosively.�
Many people who lost their homes because of the battle between Snow Sword Manor and Jin family became attracted to this area.
Even the Hao clan didn�t know the conditions and layout of the slums since they just recently came to the area.�
The fighting between the two factions was ravaging the city of Runan.
A lot of warriors coming into the city are not receiving their wages, while the common people are constantly being driven into poverty, causing them to steadily pour into the slums.
The eyes of those who had lost everything were empty.
Their pupils had lost their focus, without any will.�
That�s the condition of the people staying in the slums. They were only breathing because they were alive, but they had no desire to live.
Unlike in other slums where residents would be wary of a stranger like Pyo-wol entering their area, and even pounce on them like a thug to steal their belongings, there was no sign of that here. Perhaps the slum dwellers instinctively sensed that Pyo-wol was different from them.
Pyo-wol left the slums and headed toward the workshop district.
The workshop district in Runan was experiencing an all-time boom due to the influx of martial artists.
People who wanted to get new weapons or repair their old ones visited the workshop district every day.
As a result, every workshop was packed with customers.
Pyo-wol went from workshop to workshop, buying every item he needed one by one. But since he had visited so many workshops, the amount of items he bought was far from little.�
As a result, he had to go back and forth between the workshop district and the slums twice.
Even after returning with the last batch of the goods, Pyo-wol didn�t rest.
He began to wander around the swamp area, setting up various traps.
They were the kind of traps that don�t seem to have much power individually, but when combined, they become formidable.
Pyo-wol spent the whole day constructing all the traps he wanted.
Of all the traps he built, the swamp itself was his favorite.
Formed by the accumulation of filth and various debris, the swamp emanated toxic fumes.
The toxic fume was so strong that most martial artists would feel dizzy and vomit upon exposure, but this level of poison had no effect on Pyo-wol.
His blood itself was the most lethal poison in the world.
Pyo-wol looked around the swamp for a moment and examined the traps he had created.
Outwardly, there was no indication of any traps.
For a trap made in haste, this was good enough.
It was different from when he created the Heaven and Earth Net in Chengdu. Back then, his goal was extermination, but now it was about securing a safe hideout. JrNovels.com
The houses were not planned and built in the beginning, but rather formed haphazardly since people who were pushed out of the city settled in arbitrarily.
Even those who lived in the slums often took wrong turns, so this was a place where ordinary people wouldn�t dare to enter.
In recent years, the slums have expanded explosively.�
Many people who lost their homes because of the battle between Snow Sword Manor and Jin family became attracted to this area.
Even the Hao clan didn�t know the conditions and layout of the slums since they just recently came to the area.�
The fighting between the two factions was ravaging the city of Runan.
A lot of warriors coming into the city are not receiving their wages, while the common people are constantly being driven into poverty, causing them to steadily pour into the slums.
The eyes of those who had lost everything were empty.
Their pupils had lost their focus, without any will.�
That�s the condition of the people staying in the slums. They were only breathing because they were alive, but they had no desire to live.
Unlike in other slums where residents would be wary of a stranger like Pyo-wol entering their area, and even pounce on them like a thug to steal their belongings, there was no sign of that here. Perhaps the slum dwellers instinctively sensed that Pyo-wol was different from them.
Pyo-wol left the slums and headed toward the workshop district.
The workshop district in Runan was experiencing an all-time boom due to the influx of martial artists.
People who wanted to get new weapons or repair their old ones visited the workshop district every day.
As a result, every workshop was packed with customers.
Pyo-wol went from workshop to workshop, buying every item he needed one by one. But since he had visited so many workshops, the amount of items he bought was far from little.�
As a result, he had to go back and forth between the workshop district and the slums twice.
Even after returning with the last batch of the goods, Pyo-wol didn�t rest.
He began to wander around the swamp area, setting up various traps.
They were the kind of traps that don�t seem to have much power individually, but when combined, they become formidable.
Pyo-wol spent the whole day constructing all the traps he wanted.
Of all the traps he built, the swamp itself was his favorite.
Formed by the accumulation of filth and various debris, the swamp emanated toxic fumes.
The toxic fume was so strong that most martial artists would feel dizzy and vomit upon exposure, but this level of poison had no effect on Pyo-wol.
His blood itself was the most lethal poison in the world.
Pyo-wol looked around the swamp for a moment and examined the traps he had created.
Outwardly, there was no indication of any traps.
For a trap made in haste, this was good enough.
It was different from when he created the Heaven and Earth Net in Chengdu. Back then, his goal was extermination, but now it was about securing a safe hideout. JrNovels.com
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