Zhou Wen quickly found a place where no one was around, took a mirror out of the chaotic space, and took a picture of his face.
Under this photo, Zhou Wen was immediately stunned.
On his originally smooth forehead, there unexpectedly appeared a pitch-black word "slave", as if brushed on with ink, and the flying and flying phoenix dancing was really beautiful.
"Old sheep, what's going on? Are you playing tricks?" Zhou Wen quickly rubbed it with his hands, but no matter how he rubbed it, the word slave seemed to seep into his flesh and blood, and the skin was torn. The word slave is still clearly visible.
Lao Yang made an innocent expression very humanely, and then wrote a line on the ground with his hoof: "I let you carry it, but if you don't, it's no fault of me."
"You mean that piece of wood?" Zhou Wen was slightly taken aback.
The antelope nodded with a half-smile, and looked at the word slave on Zhou Wen's forehead with admiration.
Zhou Wen quickly got the piece of wood out of the chaotic space, put it on the ground, and asked the antelope in a very distrustful tone: "Honestly, what is this thing?"
The antelope looked at Zhou Wen innocently, as if saying, "I'm just a sheep, I can't speak."
Zhou Wen had nothing to do with the antelope, so he gritted his teeth and asked, "Will the word on my forehead disappear as long as I carry it?"
This time the antelope nodded very quickly, as if it was waiting for Zhou Wen's words.
Zhou Wen tried various methods, but they couldn't get rid of the mark on his forehead, so he could only hold the mentality of trying, lifted one end of the wood with both hands, and then carried the wood with his shoulders.
This wood is really heavy, and with Zhou Wen's strength, it feels a bit difficult to carry it.
But now Zhou Wen looked in the mirror and found that the word slave on his forehead had really disappeared.
As soon as Zhou Wen put the wood on the ground, the word slave reappeared by itself, and when he picked it up again, it disappeared again.
"Old sheep, what the hell is this? You can't let me carry it all the time, can you?" Zhou Wen now has the heart to kill the antelope, but he can't beat it.
The antelope didn't shirk this time, and drew another line on the ground with its hoof: "Go to the imperial capital and terminate the contract."
"You mean, as long as it is brought to the imperial capital, this contract can be terminated?" Zhou Wen asked.
Seeing the antelope nodding, Zhou Wen asked again: "Then can I put it away and take it to the imperial capital?"
Zhou Wen planned to get a hat to wear to cover the word slave on his forehead. This log is so heavy that nothing can be done with it.
"Not afraid of death, yes." Antelope wrote a few words very concisely.
Zhou Wen suddenly felt a little bit pained, and thought to himself: "If I knew this, I shouldn't be so cheap. What kind of benefits do I want to share with the antelope?"
Suddenly, Zhou Wen realized that something was wrong.
With the usual laziness of the antelope, it is impossible for it to dig the soil by itself, and it will definitely let Zhou Wen help it.
But this time it actually went to dig the soil by itself, and it was so slow. Zhou Wen recalled now that the antelope was clearly trying to seduce him into the trap.
"What kind of society is this? Even a sheep can deceive people?" Zhou Wen was a little depressed. It was too late to say anything now. If he questioned the antelope now, not only would it not help, but it would make it a joke.
"Isn't it just carrying a piece of wood to the imperial capital? What's the big deal? I, Zhou Wen, have nothing but strength." Zhou Wen carried the wood up as he spoke.
"It's so fucking heavy!" Zhou Wen walked a few steps, and felt his body want to sweat a little.
The length of this piece of wood was about three meters, and its diameter was fifty or sixty centimeters. Its density and weight felt similar to steel, which made Zhou Wen feel a little strenuous.
After walking for half a street, Zhou Wen felt that it was impossible to go on like this. He was afraid that he would die of exhaustion on the way before reaching the imperial capital.
After thinking about it, Zhou Wen summoned the Dawei Vajra Bull. He carried the wood, and then let the Dawei Vajra Bull carry him, so that he could save some energy.
"Is this considered a foul?" Zhou Wen looked at the antelope.
The antelope nodded without objecting.
Zhou Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered Dawei King Kong Bull to continue on his way. He was in no mood to carry such a piece of wood. Now he just wanted to hurry to the imperial capital and get rid of the word slave on his forehead.
"Is that person a fool? Riding a bull and carrying a log? Can't you put a log on the back of an ox?"
"You don't understand this, they are showing off."
"Show off what?"
"Show off your strength, you can move a giant log, show off your mount, you can carry him and the log together."
"Haha, it makes sense, but no matter how you look at it, it feels a little silly!"
Wherever Zhou Wen passed by, people pointed at him, as if they were looking at a fool, and the rate of turning their heads back was higher than before.
Zhou Wen didn't listen and ignored him, but urged Dawei King Kong Niu to speed up his pace, hoping to leave the city as soon as possible, and if he went into the wild, there wouldn't be so many people watching him.
"Interesting!" On the second floor of a coffee shop, three men were sitting by the window drinking coffee, and one of the men saw Zhou Wen walking down the street on a Dawei King Kong bull.
The other two men also looked towards the street and immediately spotted Zhou Wen.
One of the men's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said to the other two men: "Dugu Ge, Zhang Chunqiu, why don't we use that person to make a bet and decide how to own that thing?"
"Let's listen to it." Dugu Ge said expressionlessly.
Zhang Chunqiu also nodded with a smile: "As long as it is fair, I have no objection."
"It's definitely fair. Let's just guess when that person will put down the wood on his shoulders. Whoever guesses the closest time will get the thing. What do you think?" Xia Liuchuan said.
"Yes." Dugu Ge said directly.
"I have no objection." Zhang Chunqiu also said.
"Hey, you didn't suspect that I found that person this time? Could it be that you know him?" Xia Liuchuan looked at the two of them in surprise and asked.
"Wang Mingyuan's disciple, Mrs. An Jialan's adopted son, it's really difficult to know this person now." Zhang Chunqiu said.
"It turns out that he is Zhou Wen." Xia Liuchuan thought for a while, then laughed again: "It's just right, a pure outsider is used as a gambling tool, and none of us will suffer. The gambling is fair and just, and we don't have to complain when we lose."
After a pause, Xia Liuchuan continued: "If it's an ordinary person, after hearing so many gossip, he will probably put down the log soon. Since he is not an ordinary person, it depends on when he plans to put down the log to rest. I guess this It won't be too long, it should be around seven o'clock in the afternoon, what do you think?"