The flesh-winged horned monster looked disdainfully at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of it, and said with a lazy smile: "Since you have reached the distraction stage, then you can manage and supervise the raising of mortals in the second area. Remember, for You must manage the livestock you raise well, and if something goes wrong and an animal is missing, then you have to take his place."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
The middle-aged man kowtowed in joy. In order to show his sincerity to the flesh-winged horned monster, blood even came from his forehead. But the meat-winged horned monster didn't care about this at all. He kicked him away and said contemptuously: "Go away and raise him well!"
"Yes Yes!"
The middle-aged man got up from the ground in embarrassment, but without any anger. He turned around and was already extremely excited. He looked at the cultivators in the out-of-body stage who were still practicing and laughed proudly. Other cultivators in the out-of-body stage also looked at him with envy, looking at this person who had gotten rid of his status as a sacrifice.
Mu Yu and the others followed the middle-aged man silently. The middle-aged man ran to the mortal area in the west of the city and found a Yue tribe member who was responsible for distributing purple clothes. This flesh-winged horned monster only had the cultivation level of Nascent Soul stage, but the middle-aged man Still kneeling respectfully in front of the other party, he said: "Sir, this villain is a slave who has just joined the Saint King's regiment. I came here specifically to ask for clothes."
The flesh-winged horned monster in the Nascent Soul stage sneered, threw a piece of clothing in front of him, spit on the clothes, and said: "The thirty-four mortals in the thirteenth column of the second area will be left to you to manage. A mortal committed suicide here last time, so we abolished the manager and replaced him with a mortal. You have to supervise them well. If anything goes wrong, you are the only one to ask!"
"Yes, yes! I understand." The middle-aged man excitedly picked up the purple clothes, ignored the thick phlegm on them, put them on directly, and then walked to a yard.
The outside of each yard was divided into areas. He found the yard with thirteen columns in the second area, opened the door and walked in. Inside were a group of sallow-looking mortals, shivering in the corner. After seeing the middle-aged man, they quickly knelt down in awe.
They have been frightened by the cultivators. To these mortals, the cultivators are superior adults. Once they disobey their orders, these cultivators will punish them severely to please the foreigners.
The middle-aged man had changed his flattering look when facing the meat-winged horned monster, and became extremely arrogant. He scolded coldly: "You all stand in line and kneel down for me. I am the new head herder of your herd of livestock. I Called Duan Hu, if any of you dare to disobey the management, I guarantee that your life will be worse than death!"
The new livestock chief named Duan Hu began to check their physiques one by one and recorded them on paper. Then he began to drive these mortals to start making fires and cooking. There was always enough food here because there were people who were responsible for catching Cultivators of monsters return to feed mortals.
Mu Yu and Xiang Nan looked at these courtyards from the air. There were dozens of mortals in the countless courtyards, and cultivators in the distraction stage were responsible for each. Mu Yu even saw a distracted cultivator beating a mortal who was trying to commit suicide, but every time the cultivator was about to beat him to death, he would bring him back with medicine, punishing him over and over again, allowing the mortal to live. Better to die.
It is impossible for mortals to seek death in front of cultivators in the distracted stage. Many mortals' eyes are dull and they have become like walking zombies. Such a sacrifice that has lost its life and hope is undoubtedly the most satisfying to the flesh-winged horned monster, because such a sacrifice will not resist or try to escape.
"I don't understand. Is this the person Chengyan wants to save?"
Luo Shang looked at the livestock chiefs who raised mortals. In order to survive, these cultivators knelt in front of the flesh-winged horned monsters and groveled. However, when facing their own compatriots, they looked arrogant and domineering, working for tigers and foreigners. People frame their own countrymen!
What is the need to save such a human race
Mu Yu fell into silence, not knowing how to answer this question. Human nature is always so ugly, and the true nature of a cultivator is fully revealed at this time. Those cultivators in the out-of-body stage cultivate desperately in order to forever get rid of their status as sacrifices and no longer be sucked by blood. The purpose of their cultivation is not to fight against the aliens, but to please the aliens and exploit their compatriots. Keep yourself alive.
"I have long seen through the humbleness of human nature." Mu Yu said softly.
He had understood human weakness a long time ago. In the academy of Moyun Mountains, Deacon Xun used his remaining strength to kill those domineering cultivators so that the gray disciples would not be bullied by the cultivators. However, he was betrayed by the gray disciples in the end. Almost died! Just because that gray disciple wants to be a cultivator who can bully others, instead of being the one being bullied!
In Dongsha City, in order to survive, those cultivators angrily wanted to hand Mu Yu over to compromise with the Yumeng Demon Clan, and also killed Xuanzangtang's family and the old city lord.
From a long time ago, Mu Yu's naive idea of helping the human race began to change.
At this time, the same scene appeared again, but this time, those cultivators who desperately wanted to join the Holy Lord Group did it to please the foreigners. Their behavior was even more hateful than the gray disciples who betrayed the deacon!
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Lanxi City was divided into hundreds of areas by the Yue people. They called these areas pigsties. Whether they were mortals or cultivators, they were treated as livestock in captivity, specially for people to suck their blood.
Column 8 of the third area of mortals.
On the tattered hay pile in the corner, a fifteen-year-old boy was curled up. His tiny arms were covered with tooth marks. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but his eyes were full of resentment and perseverance.
"Father, mother, if I can survive, I will definitely avenge you."
The young man's name is Jiang Zhengxian. His parents were sucked by the flesh-winged horned monster for the last time yesterday. They never stood up again and were dragged away by the cultivators. He didn't know where his parents had gone. He wailed desperately and wanted his parents to come back to him, but all he got in exchange was a severe beating!
He was just a mortal who thought that the immortal master could save them from the fire and water, but the so-called immortal master was working hard to fawn over those ugly creatures.
Fifteen-year-old Jiang Zhengxian clenched his fists: "If I were an immortal master, even if I die, I will drag a few monsters on my back!"
He wanted to die, but he couldn't, because the distracted cultivator standing in the yard would not let him have a chance to die. Even if he bit his tongue and committed suicide, he would be saved by the head livestock herder who was a cultivator. , in the end it will only make yourself dumb in vain.
That immortal master, named Yuan Lie, had a bad temper and truly treated these mortals like livestock. He glanced at these mortals, kicked a pile of food in front of them, and yelled: "Eat it for me quickly. Anyone who dares not to eat, I will make you look good!"
A person with integrity wants to go on a hunger strike, but Yuan Lie, the head herdsman, will forcefully pour food in and prevent mortals from dying. It is more than enough for a distracted cultivator to supervise the life and death of several mortals!
boom!
The door was kicked open, and a flesh-winged horned monster walked in. Yuan Lie, who was still fierce at first, suddenly put on a flattering smile, knelt on the ground respectfully, and said, "I have met you, sir!"
"I'm here to pick out one or two pieces of food for the tooth ceremony in the evening." The red flesh-winged horned monster came over hehey and glanced at these mortals shivering in the corner.
Yuan Lie immediately stood up and shouted majestically at those mortals: "You all come here and kneel to greet me. Who dares to neglect a step? Give me a try!"
Except for the fifteen-year-old Jiang Zhengxian, all the other mortals knelt down fearfully. Jiang Zhengxian never took the initiative to kneel down. He would be beaten to the point of kneeling down every time, but he would not take the initiative to kneel down.
When Yuan Lie saw Jiang Zhengxian, his unknown anger rekindled in his heart. He walked over and kicked the fifteen-year-old boy, and shouted angrily: "You're itchy again, aren't you?"
Jiang Zhengxian was kicked to the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he just spit on Yuan Lie. He knew that Yuan Lie did not dare to kill him, and he despised this so-called cultivator from the bottom of his heart.
"I will not take the initiative to kneel down to a disgusting monster!" Jiang Zhengxian said stubbornly.
Yuan Lie picked up Jiang Zhengxian with one hand, kicked Jiang Zhengxian on the back of his kneecap, and pushed Jiang Zhengxian to the ground. He smiled apologetically at the flesh-winged horned monster and said, "Sir, this guy is too tough-talking and refuses to give in at all. Don't blame me, sir." , he has already knelt down."
The meat-winged horned monster chuckled, stretched out his foot and stepped hard on Jiang Zhengxian's face: "Hard Bones? The blood of Hard Bones must be delicious. Today's extra meal is yours."
Jiang Zhengxian's lips were stepped on, but he still did not give in. He just looked at the flesh-winged horned monster angrily.
"One day, the true god will come back and kill all of you disgusting monsters!" Jiang Zhengxian shouted angrily.
"Shut up! What a piece of shit a true god is in front of a great master? Do you want to die?" Yuan Lie kicked Jiang Zhengxian again.
Jiang Zhengxian clenched his fists. He wanted to resist and rush forward to kill people like Yuan Lie, but he couldn't. He didn't have the ability. He hated his own incompetence and hated traitors like Yuan Lie!
The flesh-winged horned monster seemed to have heard some big joke and said: "True God? The True God has died long ago. He has given up on you, the human race of the third heaven. No one can save you. You can only be enslaved!"
The arrogant laughter spread throughout the courtyard, and Yuan Lie also smiled apologetically beside him: "My lord is wise, and it is my blessing to be able to serve you."
"The True God is not here, but there are still disciples of the True God. Sooner or later, they will come back and kill you together. They will also kill you, the traitor of the human race!" Jiang Zhengxian almost squeezed out these words through his teeth. .
Yuan Lie sneered and said: "Disciples of the True God? They have been killed by adults long ago. What are you ignorant and stupid mortals still daydreaming about?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura swept out!
Uh-huh!
A violent roar suddenly came from the sky above Lanxi City, and a powerful vortex swept down from the sky. A ten thousand-foot-long heavenly sword came to the world dazzlingly, lighting up the entire Lanxi City and alarming everyone!
Under the sword light, Mu Yu's figure remained motionless, firm and straight, like a bright light in the dark night, allowing those who were trembling under the feet of the Yue Clan to see the light again.
"You still have to save." Xiang Nan looked at Mu Yu.
"I have long seen through the humbleness of human nature, but I am still a human being after all."
Mu Yu said softly.