Chapter 917

That night Yuan Zhan looked at him very tenderly for a long time.

He thought that Yuan Zhan showed such an expression that he hadn't seen for a long time because his injury was almost healed and he was in a good mood.

The two were close to each other for a long time. Yan Mo felt that if Yuan Zhan could treat him like this every day, he could do anything impossible.

The next day, Yan Mo went out to work with the slave head. He came back early in the afternoon and wanted to surprise Yuan Zhan. Today he brought back a piece of meat.

As soon as he stepped into the earthen house, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils. His lover was lying at the door, and the earth under her body was soaked with blood!

His war, his lover, walked to the door on one leg, used the wooden thorn beside the door to cut the aorta on the inner thigh, and let himself bleed to death.

Yan Mo knelt at the door for a long time.

Before the other slaves from the earthen house came back, Yan Mo took Yuan Zhan back to the bed, dug out the bloody soil at the door, and got new soil to spread it over.

No one knew that Yuan Zhan died, they all thought he was just sleeping.

At dawn, Yan Mo went to the slave head like a normal person. He told the slave head that he could no longer bear to serve a crippled man and had secretly killed him.

Nutou didn't believe it, so he sent someone to check and found that Yuan Zhan was indeed dead, and it was not a normal death.

Yan Mo expressed his surrender again, and the slave head asked Yan Mo to serve him in a teasing mood.

Yan Mo agreed with a smile, but he said that he had not soaked in water all winter and was very dirty and wanted to take a hot bath.

The slave leader agreed and asked someone to boil hot water for him.

Yan Mo was halfway through washing and invited the slave head to join him.

The slave laughed loudly, took off his clothes and jumped into the tub.

Yan Mo rubbed his back and teased him with his fingers.

Nutou felt as happy as a god. When the essence burst out from Yan Mo's hands, he was so intoxicated that he closed his eyes and never woke up again.

Because there were no wounds on Nutou's body, and he died suddenly after venting his anger, the Bone Refining Clan also sent people with pharmacology knowledge to check, and found no traces of poisoning on Nutou. Finally, it was determined that Nutou had a heart problem that caused his sudden death. Avoid death silently.

Yan Mo, who took his revenge but became a lonely man, lay in the earthen house for ten days.

Although he escaped death, he did not escape punishment. He was beaten until he was only breathing.

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 Nutou's death must be related to Yan Mo.

Before he was fully recovered, he was asked by his new slave head to go out and work.

The old one dies, the new one comes again, and he and his people are still living in pain and suffering.

Old ones, strong ones, young ones, small ones, each clan member died due to various reasons. Most of them died from toil, illness, cold and hunger. More clan members died in opening up the territory for the Bone Refining Clan. Expanding the soil.

The old slaves died, and new ones were brought in more.

The slave leader bullies the slave, the strong slave bullies the weak, the man bullies the woman, the adults bully the old and the children, the cunning and mean bully the honest and kind...

Every day, he listened to the slaves' wailing, their pitiful groans, their begging, complaining and cursing, and their frustrated and numb submissiveness. Yan Mo was at a loss.

What's the use of killing one slave head? The Bone Refining Clan will send a new slave head. He kills the new one, and there will be a third and fourth one.

As long as the Bone Refining Clan is still there, they will always be bullied and bullied, and even the slaves themselves are bullying themselves.

He made a mistake, his enemy was not the little slave head at all, but the entire Bone Refining Clan!

But how can he fight against the powerful Bone Refining Clan?

Yan Mo looked at the tribesmen by the lake who were getting weaker and weaker from heavy labor day after day, almost despairing.

Unwilling to give in, he began to try various kinds of resistance.

Secretly uniting with other slaves, secretly sending letters asking for help, secretly using the ancient god's inheritance to lure the slave leader in order to obtain more resources and support...

He did a lot, but he also encountered a lot.

He had bad luck. He wanted to unite the slaves to resist and defect, but he encountered informants and betrayals. That time he lost an eye and a hand.

He secretly sought help from outside, but it was like a stone sinking into the bottom of the lake. Not long after, he saw some envoys sent by big forces, who actually had friendly relations with the Bone Refining Clan.

The temptation to the slaves also failed. These slaves are controlled by slave bones and dare not betray the Bone Refining Clan, and they all know the good things he has done." Every slave who took over was extremely wary of him.

He wanted to poison the top brass of the Bone Refining Clan himself, but he couldn't even enter the Bone Refining City.

In this way, with hard work and waiting day by day, he grew old.

One day, he could no longer sit up from the bed. He thought: I am afraid that he may never be able to wait for the day of freedom, nor can he make the enemy pay the price.

Before he died, he couldn't help cursing God: God of thief! I curse you! Why? What did we do wrong? Why are we allowed to live such a life? Why make us so miserable? Do those who are small and powerless deserve to die? Should he be tortured and oppressed? God, you're not fair! I am not willing to die! "

Unwilling to do so, Yan Mo opened his eyes again.

The sky is full of snow

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A group of nearly naked slaves were pulled on ropes into the hayloft, where they were initially selected.

A slave who made a mistake was stripped naked, hung in the snow, and beaten. His body was purple from the cold, and his unshaven face looked a little familiar.

There is also a group of almost numb slaves nestled in a large grass shed, working bare hands and feet in a low temperature of nearly minus 20 degrees.

A body was thrown into the snow, and the body was mostly covered by the snow.

The sound of doing that came from the nearby earthen house, and the heavy breathing was accompanied by children's cries and begging for mercy.

Almost! Yan Mo thought he was still in the slave camp.

Fortunately, the cold snowflakes fell on his face and he quickly woke up from his daze.

Yan Mo casually reduced the two skeleton soldiers standing guard at the door of the earthen house to ashes 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 he didn't see any shadow.

The slave head cursed and pulled out. He wanted to continue, but the cold wind outside was pouring inside, so he could only get up and close the door first.

Uh-huh! "

The slave head felt something was wrong and looked down at his lower body.

ah--! "The slave screamed and fell down holding his bloody lower body.

The child lying on the ground got up and shrank into the corner in fear.

Yan Mo showed up, walked up to the child and gave him a bone dagger. Do you want to kill him? Go ahead. "

The child, who looked to be less than ten years old, held the bone dagger tightly, gasped twice, and suddenly rushed over like a small animal, raised the bone dagger and pierced 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 breathy roar.

Kill you! Kill you! "The child finally made a complete sound, tears streaming down his face, and was quickly turned into ice slag by the cold wind.

Yan Mo waited until the slave head was completely dead, threw his leather coat to the child, took his body out and stuffed it into the thick snow, turned around and said to the child who followed him: "Go find a place to hide in the house, I'll Let you come out, come out again. "

The child, who was still agitated, was shivering from the cold and clutching the bone dagger. After hearing what Yan Mo said, he turned around and ran back to the earthen house, closing the door tightly again. He is now completely following one command and one action, and has no power to think about anything else.

The goose-feather heavy snow obscured his vision, and Yan Mo moved quickly enough, so no one noticed what happened in Tsuchiya.

Yan Mo walked towards the corpse and made sure that the other party was completely dead. Yo, this face looks a bit familiar too.

The hung slave was dragged into the hay shed where someone was working. Maybe the person who enforced the criminal law didn't want the slave to die.

Yan Mo took this moment to look at his right hand, which was no longer shiny.

It's you, right?

His soul sea is guarded by a small sapling, and it is basically impossible for him to be easily invaded by anyone's spiritual power. Only the guide hidden somewhere in his body can avoid the small sapling and directly pull him into the illusion!

When Dudu is born, this thing must be removed from the body, even if...

Yan Moqiang suppressed his anger and called up the guide to check the latest information. Sure enough, he saw a warning message that was not considered a punishment.

The illusion just now was indeed not a punishment, it just made him experience the plight of a weak person.

But the warning that it's not a punishment is just awful!

Yan Mo hated it so much that his teeth itched. Just to make him deeply understand the powerlessness and grief of those weak, he was given such an extremely realistic illusion. If he hadn't had the little sapling around, he could always remain clear-headed, maybe he would really be able to Falling into that environment, I feel so sad and angry that I can’t extricate myself!

But the effect was still there.

To this day, he still remembers his extreme collapse and feeling of powerlessness when he saw two children die, when he saw Yuan Zhan commit suicide to fulfill his plan, and when he saw familiar faces die one by one in front of him - even if he Even if you have doubts in your heart, you can’t accept such a scene, okay?

And the curse he uttered before he died, the unwillingness, anger, resentment... still echoes in his mind until now.

Yan Mo looked up at the slaves again, rubbed his face, and whispered: Okay, you win. "

Therefore, plans can never keep up with changes. He and Yuan Zhan thought of using the Bone Refining Clan as a whetstone for Jiuyuan, but everything he experienced in the illusion forced him to look at the problem from a different angle.

The longer the Bone Refining Clan stays in the Eastern Continent, the more severely some weak tribes, wild beasts and living beings will be beaten.

It's not that they don't want to resist the enemy, but without strong organizers, rich backup, strong force, and not enough manpower, resistance will only add materials to the Bone Refining Clan.

He used to say: If you want others to respect you, you have to stand up for yourself and at least show the appearance of working hard.

But now, through a fantasy and thinking about the situation when he first came to this world, his thoughts have changed a bit.