Chapter 512 - 511
Ye Tian’s tone revealed great confidence, making Chu Tianying feel quite sour. Look at you, so capable, yet still sneaking around. Why not march directly into their village? That’d be much cooler.
Although he was somewhat skeptical, Chu Tianying still heeded Ye Tian’s advice. When they approached the village, he stayed on the big tree at the entrance, hidden among lush branches and leaves, with a grass blade in his mouth, watching intently what was happening down below.
This was a slum that could be called a village, roughly the size of a rural area in our country. According to Gui Xiao, there were no fewer than twenty such small slum villages in Kathmandu, and a few were even super-sized, with five or six that were almost the size of urban districts back home.
The so-called ’village mouth’ wasn’t an official entrance but merely a gap left in a pile of trash. Ye Tian had to cover his nose just to barely make it inside the village.
Upon entering, what met his eyes were streams of filthy water flowing everywhere. Years of accumulated wastewater had eroded grooves on the ground, which were covered in green moss. Rainwater mixed with domestic wastewater floated various colors of oil scum on the surface. As the sky darkened, there were no streetlights here. Ye Tian, holding Gui Xiao’s hand, led the way. Using the power from the Small Zen Realm, he could at least make out the path a bit clearer and avoid stepping into potholes.
This place truly was a slum. Throughout the journey, Ye Tian didn’t spot a single lamp. Houses that had any light at all were rare, and inside cardboard shacks, one could clearly see people without clothes. A slightly better house had just two candles that brought a bit of brightness in this darkness.
"Kid, this place is truly a poor area."
"I’ve already told you, this is a slum. What did you think a slum would be like? When I first came here, I lived in a slum too. Two newspapers laid on the floor was my bed, another one for a blanket, and that was actually considered decent. Those with worse conditions didn’t even have newspapers, they had to lie on the lawn."
Ye Tian sighed heavily, also feeling fortunate that his own life, having died once and come back, wasn’t too bad, at least better than sleeping with newspapers.
Tiled roofs did not cover bodies; no trees were used for beds. Life here was truly tough.
Not only were there many broken houses in the slum, but the streets were also extremely intricate. People would just set up wood planks wherever they wanted to make a home, which resulted in extremely narrow yet developed paths. Sometimes what appeared to be a space less than a meter wide would surprisingly lead to a wide avenue. The pathways were as complex as subterranean rivers, thorny everywhere yet brimming with life.