After this incident, Yan Mo's face was shattered and his body was bruised by the whip. The slave head seemed to have finally lost his sexual interest in him, and treated him like any ordinary slave.
Yan Mo became more silent, he thought about how to die with the slave every day, but when he saw Yuan Zhan, he forcibly suppressed this thought.
Yuan Zhan survived, but he lost his previous aura and became lifeless all day long.
Yan Mo heard some slaves and Qi Yuan, who was lucky enough to survive, complain about him, saying that if he had agreed to the slaves, not only would he and his two children have a better life, but other slaves would have suffered less. It's not like all the children were killed, the men were turned into pigs, and so many tribesmen died.
Seeing him, Qi Yuan hesitated to speak.
Yan Mo now has to work twice a day, which is the request of the slave head, otherwise Yuan Zhan will have to work.
But how would Yuan Zhan, who lost his limbs and three limbs, work
Nutou said that Yuan Zhan could make him a foot pad to warm his feet.
How could Yan Mo let Yuan Zhan suffer that kind of insult!
I go out early and return late every day. When I come back, I am so tired that I want to lie down immediately. But no, he had to help Yuan Zhan turn over, he had to deal with his excrement, he had to wipe his body, give him water and food, and he had to find herbs for his half-rotted wounds.
"Kill me." The man begged him again.
Yan Mo ignored him and just silently wiped his body with snow.
"Kill me!" the man growled.
Yan Mo put him in the hay and brought snow water to feed him.
The man turned his head away, his lips tightly closed and refused to open.
Yan Mo drank the water into his own mouth, then lowered his head and forcibly fed it into the man's mouth like the previous few times.
In the middle of the night, Yuan Zhan moaned softly because of the pain from his injury.
Yan Mo stretched out his hand to touch him, and felt his whole body was hot.
People have a fever!
Yan Mo immediately sat up and went out to dig snow, intending to wipe his body with snow water to reduce his fever. This method is dangerous, but he has no other means to reduce his fever. In winter, even if you look for herbs, you can't find them!
The man was in good health, he was burned like that, and he was rescued, but after that, the man didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Do you hate me?" One day, Yan Mo hugged his lover and asked him in a low voice.
Yuan Zhan turned his head, his eyes were painful and surprised: How could I hate you
"Then why don't you talk to me? I persist until today..." For whom
Yuan Zhan's eyes are even more sad: I know that you can persist until today because of me, but the more I do this, the less I want to drag you down. You should go to the lake to take care of your current appearance, and you are more breathless than a dead person now. That's all.
"Why are we so weak?" Yan Mo was shaken, he didn't want to say the following sentence, but he said it anyway: "Why didn't anyone come to save us?"
"Are the bone refiners really too strong to resist?"
"Why don't everyone unite and resist?"
"Isn't it said that there are powerful blood warriors in other places? Why don't they appear?"
Divine Blood Warrior? what is this? Yan Mo felt that this term was very important, so important that he forgot what he was going to say to his lover later, and he began to think hard again.
Day after day, Yan Mo felt more and more tired.
He hopes to see his lover smile at him when he goes back, even if the other person can't move, as long as he can say something to support him, he will feel much better. But Yuan Zhan seemed to be dumb, and only wanted to die.
He knew that Yuan Zhan had been in a lot of pain, the unhealed wound and the stick-like situation made him fall to the lowest point, and he couldn't find any hope of surviving.
Maybe death is the best relief for him
Yan Mo sneered in his heart, in fact, you also hope that he will die soon, you can't stand the torture of life now, can you? Look, this is what the slave wants you to experience. He wants you to know that all love and family affection will be completely wiped out in the face of long-term illness, and even transformed into disgust and hatred!
No, I can't be fooled by him, I want to treat my Ah Zhan better!
Yan Mo devotes more energy to take care of his lover.
One day, the slave came to him again. Yan Mo touched his face, only to suddenly realize that the injuries on his face had almost healed, and the injuries on the surface of his body had almost recovered.
Yan Mo wants revenge, but he doesn't have strong force, all he can use is his mind and... body.
Yan Mo was afraid that Yuan Zhan would be misunderstood, so he specially told him his plan: "The slave came to me again. He tempted me with food and wound medicine, so I decided to pretend to promise him. I want to kill him, and the only way I can get close to him is to have a chance." .You understand, right?"
Yuan Zhan made a long-lost hoarse voice: "No...don't go."
Yan Mo kissed him, "Don't worry, I won't let him get his way so easily. Spring is coming, and I can prepare herbs. Even if I can't kill him, I will poison him to death."
Yuan Zhan became excited, "No! He knows you are going to kill him, he is just playing with you!"
"I know." Yan Mo looked calm, "But this is the only chance I have."
Yuan Zhan closed his eyes in pain.
The next day, Yan Mo started to implement his own plan, and he kept his seduction from the slave head on the chin, faintly expressing that he could no longer bear the current life and wanted to succumb.
In the evening, Yuan Zhan begged him again not to implement such a revenge plan that even involved himself, and asked him to wait for the opportunity.
Yan Mo didn't want to wait any longer, he firmly believed that he would be able to kill the slave head. The failure last time was just because he had just woken up from a serious illness, and he didn't have a good understanding of reality, and his mind was not clear enough.
But now that he has figured it all out, and has a certain grasp of the surrounding environment, including the character and preferences of the slave, he believes that he can take revenge successfully without being taken advantage of.
The third day, the fourth day... Yan Mo got closer and closer to Nutou day by day.
The way the slaves looked at him changed, the people of the clan looked at him in disbelief, Qi Yuan and others looked at him with sadness that he had really fallen to such a point, while the other slaves said everything.
Some people also started to whisper in Yuan Zhan's ears.
Yan Mo got some better wound medicine, and prepared some himself. Yuan Zhan's injury was gradually showing signs of recovery.
Yan Mo was a little happier.
Spring has truly arrived, and everything begins to recover.
On this day, Yan Mo happily told Yuan Zhan that Nutou began to believe that he was really going to join him.
Yuan Zhan looked at him very tenderly that night for a long time.
He thought that Yuan Zhan showed this expression he hadn't seen for a long time because his injury was about to heal and he was in a good mood.
The two got tired of being together for a long time, and Yan Mo felt that if Yuan Zhan could treat him like this every day, he would be able to do anything impossible.
The next day, Yan Mo went out to work with the slave, and he came back early in the afternoon, wanting to surprise Yuan Zhan, and today he brought back a piece of meat.
As soon as he stepped into the earthen house, a strong smell of blood came to his nostrils. His lover lay prone at the door, the soil under her body was already soaked in blood!
His war, his lover, moved to the door with one leg, cut the main artery on the inner thigh with the wooden thorn beside the door, and let himself bleed to death.
Yan Mo knelt down at the door for a long time.
Before the other slaves in the earthen house came back, Yan Mo carried Yuan Zhan back to the bed, dug away the bloody soil at the door, and got new soil to cover it.
No one knew that Yuanzhan was dead, they thought he was just asleep.
At dawn, Yan Mo went to Nutou like a normal person, and he told Nutou that he could no longer bear to serve a disabled person with sticks, and had secretly killed him.
Nutou didn't believe it, so he sent someone to look, and found that Yuan Zhan was indeed dead, not a normal death.
Yan Mo once again expressed his intention to surrender, and the slave wanted Yan Mo to serve him in a teasing mood.
Yan Mo agreed with a smile, but he said that he hadn't soaked in water all winter, his body was dirty, and he wanted to take a hot bath.
The slave agreed and asked someone to boil hot water for him.
Yan Mo was halfway through washing, and invited the slave to join him.
The slave laughed loudly, took off his clothes and jumped into the tub.
Yan Mo wiped his back and teased him with his fingers.
Nutou only felt happy like a fairy, when he burst out the essence in Yan Mo's hands, he was so intoxicated that he closed his eyes, and never woke up again.
Because there was no wound on Nutou's body, and he died suddenly after venting, the Bone Refining Clan also sent people who knew medicine to check, and found no trace of poisoning on Nutou, and finally determined that Nutou had a heart problem and died suddenly. Silence spared death.
Yan Mo, who took revenge but became a loner, lay down in the earthen house for ten days.
Although he escaped death, he did not escape punishment, and was beaten to the point of death.
Unfortunately, he survived.
The tribe began to get close to him again and take care of him. Although there is no evidence, everyone believes that the death of Nutou must be related to Yan Mo.
Before he was fully recovered, he was asked to go out to work by the new slave head.
The old died, and the new came again, and he and his people still lived in pain and suffering.
The old, the strong, the young, and the young, each of the clansmen died for various reasons, most of them died of hard work, illness, cold and hunger, and more clansmen died because they opened up the territory for the Bone Refining Clan. in the soil.
The old slaves died, and the new sent more.
Slaves bully slaves, strong slaves bully weak ones, men bully women, adults bully old people and children, cunning and mean bully honest and kind people...
Listening to the wailing of the slaves every day, listening to their miserable groans, listening to their begging, complaining and cursing, listening to their disheartened and numb obedience, Yan Mo was at a loss.
What's the use of him killing a slave head, the Bone Refining Clan will send a new slave head, he killed a new slave head, and there will be a third and a fourth one.
As long as the bone refiners are still around, they will always be bullied and humiliated, even the slaves themselves are bullying themselves.
He made a mistake, his enemy was not a small slave at all, but the entire Bone Refining Clan!
But how would he fight against the powerful Bone Refining Clan
Yan Mo looked at those clansmen by the lake who were getting weaker and weaker day after day from heavy labor, almost desperate.
Not reconciled, he began to try various resistances.
Secretly unite with other slaves, secretly send out letters for help, and secretly use the inheritance of ancient gods to lure the slaves to get more resources and support...
He did a lot, but he also suffered a lot.
His luck was too bad. He wanted to unite the slaves to resist and defect together, but he was informed and betrayed. That time he lost an eye and a hand.
He secretly asked for help, but it was as if a stone sank to the bottom of the lake. Not long after, he saw some envoys sent by great forces, who were friendly with the Bone Refining Clan.
The seduction of slave heads also failed. These slave heads are controlled by slave bones, and they dare not betray the bone refiners. Moreover, they all know the "good things" he has done, and every slave head who takes over is extremely wary of him .
He wanted to poison the senior members of the Bone Refining Clan by himself, but he couldn't even enter the Bone Refining City.
In this way, in the hard work and waiting day by day, he is old.
One day, he couldn't sit up in bed anymore, and he thought: I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for the day of freedom, and he won't be able to make the enemy pay the price.
Before he died, he couldn't help but curse God: "God thief! I curse you! Why? What did we do wrong? Why do we have to live like this? Why do we have to be so miserable? Small, powerless people Do you deserve to die? Do you deserve to be tortured and oppressed? God, you are not fair! I am not willing to die!"
Unwilling, Yan Mo opened his eyes again.
It was snowing heavily in the sky.
A group of nearly naked slaves is pulled into the hayloft by ropes, where they are initially sorted.
A slave who made a mistake was stripped naked and hung in the snow for beating. His body was blue from the cold, and his unshaven face looked a little familiar.
There is also a group of nearly numb slaves nested in a large grass shed, working bare hands and feet in a low temperature of nearly minus 20 degrees.
A corpse was thrown into the snow, and most of the body had been covered by heavy snow.
The sound of doing that came from the earthen house next to it, and the heavy breathing was accompanied by the crying and begging of children.
Almost! Yan Mo thought he was still in that slave camp.
Fortunately, the cold snowflakes fell on his face, which quickly woke him up from the daze.
Yan Mo casually smashed the two bone soldiers standing guard at the door of the earthen house into scum, and kicked open the door of the earthen house.
The slave who was doing that at the door turned back in shock: "Who!"
Nutou only saw the heavy snow flying into the door, but did not see any shadow.
The slave pulled his body away cursing, he wanted to continue working, but the cold wind outside was blowing in, so he could only get up and close the door first.
"Shua!"
The slave felt something was wrong, and looked down at his lower body.
"Ah!" The slave screamed, and fell down clutching his bleeding lower body.
The child lying on the ground got up and shrank to the corner in fright.
Yan Mo revealed his figure, walked up to the child and handed him a bone dagger, "Do you want to kill him? Go ahead."
The child who looked less than ten years old clenched the bone dagger tightly, gasped twice, suddenly rushed over like a small beast, raised the bone dagger and stabbed it at the slave's head.
The child didn't know whether he was too excited or not very good at talking, he only let out a panting roar.
"Kill you! Kill you!" The child finally uttered a complete voice, tears streaming down his face, and was quickly blown into ice slag by the cold wind.
Yan Mo waited until the slave was completely dead, threw his leather jacket to the child, took his body out and stuffed it into the thick snow, then turned to the child who came out, "Go to the house and find a place to hide, I let you out, you come out again."
The child, who was still emotionally agitated, shivered from the cold, clutching the bone dagger, and hearing what Yan Mo said, he turned around and ran back to the earthen house, closing the door tightly again. He is now completely commanding and moving, and he is unable to think about other things at all.
The goose-feather-like snow obscured the sight, and Yan Mo moved fast enough, no one had noticed what happened in the Tuwu side.
Yan Mo walked towards the corpse, making sure that the other person was completely dead. Yo, this face looks a little familiar too.
The slave who was hanged and beaten was dragged into the hut where someone was working. Maybe the person who executed the criminal law did not want the slave to die.
Yan Mo took advantage of this moment to look at his right hand, which was no longer illuminated.
it's you, right
His soul sea is guarded by the little sapling, and it is basically impossible to be easily invaded by someone's spiritual power. Only the guide who does not know where to ambush in his body can avoid the little sapling and directly pull him into the illusion!
When Dudu is born, this thing must be taken out of the body, even if...
Yan Mo suppressed his anger, called up the guide to check the latest information, and sure enough, he saw a warning message that was not a punishment.
The illusion just now was indeed not a punishment, it just made him experience the situation of the weak.
But it's not a punishment warning it's just awful!
Yan Mo's teeth itch with hatred. Just to let him deeply understand the powerlessness and grief of those weak people, he was given such an extremely realistic illusion. If he hadn't had the little saplings around, he could always keep a clear head, maybe he would really fall into In that environment, I was so sad and angry that I couldn't extricate myself!
But the effect is still there.
Up to now, he still remembers the extreme collapse and super powerless feeling when he saw the two children die, saw Yuan Zhan commit suicide to fulfill his plan, and saw familiar faces die one by one in front of his eyes—even in his heart. If you have doubts, you can't accept such a scene, okay!
And the curse he uttered before he died, the unwillingness, anger, resentment... It still reverberates in his heart until now.
Yan Mo looked up at the slaves again, rubbed his face, and said in a low voice, "Okay, you won."
So the plan can never keep up with the changes. He and Yuan Zhan thought about using the Bone Refining Clan as Jiuyuan's sharpening stone, but everything he experienced in the illusion made him have to look at the problem from a different angle.
The longer the Bone Refining Clan stayed in the Eastern Continent, the harder some weak tribes, beasts, and creatures would be rubbed.
It's not that they don't want to resist the enemy, but they don't have strong organizers, rich backup, strong force, or enough manpower. Resistance is just adding materials to the Bone Refining Clan.
He used to say: If you want others to respect you, you have to stand up yourself, at least make an effort.
But now, after going through an illusion and thinking about the situation when he first came to this world, his thoughts have changed a bit.
It's not that some people don't want to work hard, nor do they want to resist, but they really don't have the capital to do this kind of thing!
"Are you trying to tell me that those who can do more work? When I have no ability, I am so weak that I can only be bullied by others. And when I gain ability and become powerful, I should not only care about myself and the people involved, but also To help other weaklings who are powerless to escape their fate, isn't it?"
Yan Mo thought of the scene where he couldn't help but violate his own nature in the illusion and begged the strong to help him. If there really was such a strong person who was willing to save them and help them take revenge, he would be very happy, right? .
"Let me tell you first, I will only do what I can do and what my eyes can see. Don't expect anything else." Yan Mo, who didn't plan to be a saint, murmured.
He didn't want to be led by the nose by the guide, but when he substituted himself among those slaves, it was impossible for him to watch those people continue to struggle in pain and despair as hard as he was.
At this moment, Yan Mo really wanted to see Yuan Zhan, very, very much.