On a day that was no different from ordinary days, the overseer with a fierce look broke into the simple shack of the slave slaves with a hoarse and thick voice:

"Stand up and get to work! You bastards! You losers! Who do you think is raising you losers?!"

While waving the long whip in his hand, the overseer, either intentionally or unintentionally, very accidentally rubbed the end of the whip against a slave near the door.

"Ah——" A scream rang out in the dank, crowded dormitory, which was very effective in waking up the skinny and trembling numb souls one after another, and brought them back to the cruel reality from their short-lived dreams.

Fear catalyzes their very sluggish bodies that have just woken up from sleep, causing their hearts to start beating unnaturally and violently, accelerating blood supply to the whole body.

"Hmph, you are a bunch of cheap people. Today's task is to complete the construction of all the remaining stones. If anyone dares to delay the construction project... hmph, I will definitely let him have a taste of death."

After saying the harsh words, the vicious overseer no longer wanted to stay in this place that was full of fear and uneasiness, making it appear even more dank and depressing. He turned around and left in disgust, not paying any attention to the people who were cowering because of his unreasonable whip.

The trembling young slave lay on the floor.

The overseer was a minion of the "gentlemen". In order to facilitate the management of the hundreds of slaves under him, he naturally received some rewards and gained some cultivation.

A random stroke of the whip, even if it only scratched a little, left horrific wounds on the young slave's body.

A wound like this, if it were an ordinary slave living in misery, could have sentenced him to death. He would probably be found numbly by the experienced old slave around him after the painful wound suppurated and had a high fever.

Buried somewhere.

However, the slaves huddled next to him were already used to this. Although they tried their best to avoid him and avoid hurting him again, they did not pay too much attention.

Originally, no matter how humble a young slave like this was, he was still the property of the masters, and no matter how arrogant the minions were, they would not dare to destroy them.

The reason why I dare to treat my master's property so roughly is because——

After the initial pain caused by the tearing of blood and flesh was relieved a lot, the young slave quickly concentrated his mind, silently recited the orderly formulas, activated the faint spiritual power in his body, desperately squeezed out the potential, and restored the wound.

The whole process of stopping bleeding, scabbing, and healing can be completed in as little as a stick of incense, ensuring that the young slave's life is safe.

Everyone has the right and qualification to practice, even the lowest slaves who are not given human rights and freedom.

Slaves endowed with shallow skills can have better recovery ability, physical fitness, strength, etc., can be compared with cattle and horses, can be compared with machines and equipment, and can serve the master at a lower cost.

As long as the low-level skills are given to them, there is no need to worry about them not practicing, unless they don't want to live in the harsh treatment of the supervisors and the harsh living environment.

Under the operation of the mysterious exercises and formulas, the severe wounds quickly healed to the extent that they did not affect survival and labor. Amidst the emotions of humiliation and depression, the contradictory feelings of fear and hatred were intertwined when I walked out of the shack.

Only numbness and weakness remained on his face.

The slaves in their group belong to the construction group of Chaoge City, and the exercises they are assigned are of a type that specializes in recovery, strength, endurance, and hunger resistance. I heard that in order to make the slaves more obedient, they are added between the lines.

In order to allow practitioners to resolve resentment, stabilize their mood, and cultivate loyalty, the combat effectiveness has been deliberately deleted or even weakened.

This kind of technique prevents the practitioner from advancing in cultivation and accumulating strength. He can only become more and more suitable as a coolie laying stones and wood with the accumulation of practice time.

Ignoring his sad mood, the slave boy hurriedly found his team and saw that others had already begun the work of moving and polishing stones. The vicious whip-wielding overseer was already standing listlessly aside, watching and looking for slackers.

The slave boy silently joined the ranks of the heavy laborers, picked up a polished stone half a man's height, and carried it on his shoulders, while the supervisor just glanced at him from the corner of his eye and paid no attention to it.

This was because the slave boy's recovery time was within the range of his expectations. He was not lazy and did not need to put in more effort on his part.

Every time he mobilizes this group of tool men, he will randomly select a sacrifice to spread fear. He is very familiar with the situation where one person will join the queue after falling behind for a while. This is a trick passed down from generation to generation in the Foreman Division.

There is nothing wrong or sinful about the slave boy. He is just unlucky - unlucky to be born in an uncivilized mountain tribe, unlucky to be annexed by a big merchant, unlucky to be a slave, unlucky to be a slave.

Today I chose to rest under the whip of the overseer.

"Child... don't worry so much." An old, slow, and deep voice sounded in the slave boy's ears, comforting him: "Next time, um, next time you take a break, just find a safe place in the middle. Everyone will do it.

Indulging you."

"...Well, thank you, Mr. Shu."

The slave boy gritted his teeth, straightened the stone on his shoulders, and used this action as a cover to respond in a low voice to the old man who took good care of him.

The slave boy is still a boy after all. He has little experience and does not know that the relatively dangerous position near the door is actually used in turn in a subtle way.

But the slave boy was not stupid. In the pain, he vaguely understood why his resting position would shift towards the door day by day. He also knew in his heart that although Master Shu was right, he would do it again sooner or later in the future.

It's his turn.

You can't blame anyone, this is just the way of survival for slaves like them.

Seeing that the slave boy's expression was not relieved, Mr. Shu sighed lightly and said nothing more. Then he wielded the bronze sledgehammer and chisel, each hammer accurately chipping away the irregular protrusions on the stone - I heard that just this action alone

, said it had been going on for many years.

He has been a slave grinding stone since he was very young, and until now he is old and decrepit, it has remained unchanged and continues. Even now, when slaves of the same generation have gone crazy or died due to various reasons, he is still grinding stone.

It looks like an old tree with rough and dry bark, so I don't know when it started being called Old Tree Master by other slaves.

In the eyes of the new slave boy, Old Tree Master is like his future, a future that can be foreseen at a glance.

Slaves, whether ten years later or a hundred years later, are still slaves until their bodies collapse, or their minds and souls collapse, until they return to the underworld of the Great Virtue...

Gritting his teeth to hide his distracting thoughts, the slave boy remained silent and turned around with the stone on his back. At this moment——

[Boom—Boom—]

Huge vibrations came from the ground, and the construction site collapsed instantly, and all kinds of panic began. At the same time, a huge, towering and upright shadow shrouded the top of the head. The supervisors and slaves could not care about the matter at hand, and hurriedly

Look around.

I saw that at some point in the open space not far from them, a huge, towering strange object suddenly appeared. It stood tall between the sky and the earth, blocking the light and shrouding them in shadow.

The slaves could see two figures suspended in the air under the huge shadow from a distance.

You can tell at a glance that they are two extremely high-level practitioners. They are different from slaves like them prostrate on the ground. They are real practitioners.

And what could make that towering thing standing between heaven and earth suddenly appear here could only be the magical power they cast.
Chapter completed!