The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 227 Slaves
"Girl, are you selling this horse or not?" The shopkeeper Sun's question interrupted the resounding thoughts.

Too lazy to pay attention to this wretched Shopkeeper Sun, he jumped into his carriage with a loud bang, and rushed down the street.

Watching the receding carriage, Shopkeeper Sun spat on the ground angrily. "Bah, what is it, if you don't sell it, you don't sell it and show your face to anyone."

Two months later, in Taizhou, the square under the mountain of Wuliang Vajra Sect has formed a large market.

Large and small caravans pulled piles of goods, and in this market, they traded with the lamas of the Infinite Vajra Sect.

While ordering various goods, the disciples of the Infinite Vajra Sect directed some ragged slaves in handcuffs and shackles to carry the supplies to the top of the Infinite Vajra Sect.

If you look carefully, you can see that these slaves are all faces of Central Plains people.Under the persecution of several lamas with whips, they numbly carried all kinds of goods.

However, facing the suffering of their own compatriots, the merchants in the caravan next to them didn't even look at them, and the few quarrels were only for their own petty profits.

Among the slaves carrying iron ingots, there was a thin man walking slowly.

As the man raised his head slightly, a face covered with plaster was revealed, and this man was the one who got in.

When she first came here, she found that the defense of the Wuliang Vajra Sect had become more and more strict, and she couldn't get in unless she forced her way in.

But when it was loud, she thought of a good way after seeing that no matter whether it was a clear whistle or a dark whistle, they did not check the slaves who were moving things at all.

Like the slaves beside him, Dangdang silently climbed up the stairs step by step with the iron ingot on his back.

But when the slaves in front were about to enter the Infinite Vajra Sect, the slave in the lead suddenly turned and walked south along a small path.

After they walked for about a quarter of an hour, a huge cave appeared not far away, and before Dang Dang got close, she could feel the burning sensation.

In this cave, the iron ingots brought by the slaves were melted into hot and bright molten iron in the burning furnace.

A furnace of molten iron was quickly poured into the stone mold next to it, turning into various sharp weapons.

"Crack!!" A long whip with an afterimage slammed fiercely on the body of the man in front of him, and the barbs on the whip directly bruised the man's skin.

The man who received the whip trembled violently in pain, but he didn't dare to cry out the pain, he gritted his teeth and quickened his pace to keep up with the person in front.

The owner of the whip was a sweaty lama naked from the upper body. He pointed the whip at the slaves who were moving things and cursed at them. "You bastards, why are you dawdling!! Hurry up and put the things down and start memorizing!! Want to be lazy, right?"

With an example, the slaves immediately accelerated a lot, and hurriedly piled up the iron ingots in their hands and ran towards the outside, for fear that the whip would hit them.

Just as Dang Dang put down the iron ingot on her back, she noticed a woman with long hair walking into the cave.

Xiang Dangdang had also spent a lot of time in the Wuliang Vajra Sect, so she could tell that this woman should be wearing the attire of the Vajra Sect Venerable.

"Bianba Shangzun, why are you here?" The supervisor ran over with a smile on his face.

Seeing them talking, Dangdang deliberately slowed down.

The long-haired woman named Bianba said to the overseer: "His Holiness said, your side is still too slow, he told you to speed up."

The supervisor said hesitantly: "Master, there must be too many people who died like this. If this is the case, there may not be enough slaves in the back."

"What are you afraid of? If you don't have enough people, you can grab some poor piles and use them. For our Zhang Zhung Kingdom, these are necessary sacrifices!!"

After hearing what Laba said, the supervisor nodded again and again, "Yes, this subordinate obeys orders!! For the Zhang Zhung Kingdom!!"

Because there is no need to carry things down the mountain, the slaves are a little more comfortable, but there is still no relief on the faces of these people, because this is just the beginning.

A young man in the distance suddenly choked up in a low voice, "Woo, I want to go home...I want to go home!"

The slaves next to him ignored him, and moved down the mountain one by one, their faces full of numbness.

The air in the Western Regions is thin, and the people in the Central Plains are not used to it at all. The physical burden of carrying the iron ingots like this is even worse.

There are a few disciples of the Vajra Sect on the road. Whenever they see a person falling down and unable to stand up, they will rush over and drag the person away, regardless of whether the person is dead or alive.

After going back and forth eight times, the famous group of people was finally replaced, and together with the slaves who changed shifts in other places, they were imprisoned by the supervisor into a prison that exuded a strange smell.

Hearing the pain and groans coming and going outside, he knew that there were many prisons like this.

Just after being imprisoned, these tired people who were almost collapsed did not collapse on the ground to rest, but huddled against the edge of the cage, wriggling their throats and waiting for something.

After a while, a disciple of the Infinity Vajra Sect came from outside the cave pushing a cart with buckets of things on it.

He walked to the iron fence of the ringing group of slaves, picked up a wooden bucket on the cart, and threw it at the slaves who were stretching out their hands.

The pungent smell of those gray things was very unpleasant, but these slaves couldn't control that much, they stretched out their hands to grab in the air like starving ghosts, and stuffed whatever they caught into their own pockets immediately. mouth.

Anyone who has survived to this day knows that there is only one meal every day. If this meal is not enough, you will not have the energy to work tomorrow, but here there is only one end if you do not have the energy to work.

Dangdang didn't speak, and stood indifferently watching these slaves grab this thing.

When she entered this place, she had already observed that the prison was just below the Infinity Vajra Sect, and not too far from the palace of Pummeraba. At night, she could use the Gecko Swimming Technique to rush in along the wall. Infinite Vajra Sect.

Just when Xiang Dangdang was thinking, the crying young man was holding a ball of mush to Xiang Dangdang.

"Eat it, I just saw that you didn't grab any."

Dangdang glanced at the ball, closed his eyes again without saying a word.

Hey, Pumelabha is really willing to pay the capital, and even gave meat to the slaves.

Seeing that Xiang Dangdang didn't answer, the young man became a little anxious, and put the lump of food in front of Xiang Dangdang again, "Eat quickly, if you don't eat, you won't have the strength to work tomorrow."

Meat?When her heart froze suddenly, she frowned slightly and opened her eyes again. When she saw that there was half a human fingernail in the lump in front of her, she immediately felt a little nauseous.

She knew where all the people who fell before had gone.

(End of this chapter)