Banished to Another World

Chapter 576: The weak and the strong

After this incident, Yan Mo's face was damaged, and his body was also pock marked by the whip. It seemed that the supervision-slave finally lost his interest in him, and treated him just like any ordinary slave.

Yan Mo became more silent. He thought about how to die along with the supervision-slave every day, but when he saw Yuan Zhan, he pressed the idea forcibly.

Yuan Zhan survived, but he lost his will and became half dead all day.

Yan Mo heard that there were slaves and Qi Yuan, who survived by luck, complained that if he had agreed to the slave, not only he and his two children would have a better life, but also other slaves would have less punishment. It's not that his children are killed, men who are grown up * they lost so many tribesmen.

When Qi Yuan saw him, he was eager to talk.

Yan Mo now has to do two jobs a day, which is the requirement of the supervision-slave, otherwise Yuan Zhan will have to do the work.

But how can Yuan Zhan work with three limbs damaged?

The supervision-slave said that Yuan Zhan could make a foot pad for him to warm his feet.

How could Yan Mo let Yuan Zhan suffer such insults!

Every day, he left early and come back late. He was so tired that he can't wait to get down to sleep. But he can't. He has to help Yuan Zhan turn over. He has to deal with his excrement. He has to wipe his body, feed him water and food, and find herbs to treat his half rotten wounds.

"Kill me." The man begged him again.

Yan Mo ignored, only 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 and closed his lips.

Yan Mo drank the water into his mouth, and then lowered his head and forcibly fed it into the man's mouth as before.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Zhan groaned in pain.

Yan Mo reached for him and felt his body scalding hot.

He has a fever!

Yan Mo immediately sat up and went out to dig snow. He wanted to wipe him with snow water to reduce his fever. This method is very dangerous, but he has no other means to help him reduce his fever. In winter, he just can't find herbs!

The man's health is good. Even if he was once burned like that, he was saved by him. But after that, the man would not talk to him again.

"Do you hate me?" one day, Yan Mo asked him in a low voice as he was holding his lover.

Yuan Zhan turned his head, her eyes are painful and surprised: How can I hate you?

"Then why don't you talk to me? I persist to this day...” For whom?

Yuan Zhan's eyes are even more sad: I know you can persist to this day for me, but the more I am like this, the less I want to drag you down. You should go to the lake and take care of yourself with water. You smell more dead than the dead.

"Why are we so weak?" Yan Mo was shaken. He didn't want to say the following sentence, but he said: "Why didn't anyone come to save us?"

“Are the Bone Sculpting People really weak enough to resist?"

"Why don't we all join forces to fight?"

“Isn't it said that there are powerful blood warriors in other places? Why didn't they show up?”

Blood warrior? What is it? Yan Mo thinks the term is very important. He forgot what he wanted to say to his lover later. He started to think hard again.

Day by day, Yan Mo is getting more and more tired.

He hopes to see his man smile at him when he goes back, even if he can't move, but he will feel a lot better as long as he can say something to support him. But Yuan Zhan is like a mute, and he only wanted to die.

He knew that Yuan Zhan was in great pain. His wounds that couldn't be healed and his situation like a human stick made him fall to the bottom of depression. He couldn't find the hope to survive.

Maybe death is the best relief for him?

Yan Mo sneered in his heart. In fact, he wanted him to die early. You can't stand the torture of life now, can you? Look, this is what the slave wanted you to know. He wanted you to know that all love and family will be wiped out in the face of long-term pain, and even converted into disgust and hatred!

No, I can't be fooled by him. I want to be live better for my A-Zhan!

Yan Mo paid more attention to take care of his lover.

One day, the supervision-slave found him again. Yan Mo touched his face and found that the injury on his face was almost healed and the injury on his body surface was almost recovered.

Yan Mo wanted revenge, but he doesn't have strong force. All he can use is his mind and body.

Yan Mo, afraid of Yuan Zhan's misunderstanding, specially told him his plan: "The supervision-slave came to me again. He tempted me with food and medicine, and I decided to promise him falsely. I want to kill him. Only by getting close to him can I have a chance. You understand, don't you?”

Yuan Zhan made a hoarse voice: “No... Don't go."

Yan Mo kissed him, "Don't worry, I won't let him succeed so easily. Spring is coming, I will find some herbs, even if I can't kill him, I will poison him."

Yuan Zhan got excited, “No! He knows you're going to kill him. He's just playing with you!”

“I know." Yan Mo looked calm, “But I only have such a chance."

Yuan Zhan closes his eyes painfully.

The next day, Yan Mo began to carry out his own plan. He was very vague about the seduction of the supervision-slave leader, and expressed that he could not bear the idea that he wanted to submit to the present life.

In the evening, Yuan Zhan once again begged him not to carry out such a revenge plan that he even joined in and let him wait for the opportunity.

Yan Mo didn't want to wait any longer. He believed that he could kill the supervision-slave. Last time, he failed because he just woke up from a serious illness, and didn't know the reality well enough, and his brain was not clear.

But now he understood the plan that he has a certain degree of assurance about the surrounding environment, including the character and preference of the supervision-slave. He believes that he can revenge successfully without being taken much advantage of.

The third day, the fourth day, Yan Mo is getting closer to the supervision-slave every day.

The slaves' eyes changed. Even his tribesmen couldn't believe him. Qi Yuan and others saw that and he was really sad. Other slaves said everything.

Some people began to whisper things in Yuan Zhan's ear.

Yan Mo has got some better wound medicines, and he has also configured some. Yuan Zhan's injury is gradually showing signs of recovery.

Yan Mo was a little happier.

Spring really came, and everything began to recover.

On this day, Yan Mo was happy to tell Yuan Zhan that the supervision-slave began to believe that he was going to join us.

Yuan Zhan looked at him tenderly that night and looked him for a long time.

He thought Yuan Zhan was in a good mood because of the injury recovery, so he could show the expression he hadn't seen for a long time.

After a long time of intimacy, Yan Mo felt that if Yuan Zhan could do this to him every day, he could do anything that was impossible.

The next day, Yan Mo went out to work with the supervision-slave. In the afternoon, he came back early to surprise Yuan Zhan. Today, he brought back a piece of meat.

As soon as he stepped into the earthen house, a thick smell of blood came to him. His lover was lying at the door. The earth under him was soaked with blood!

His Zhan, his lover, rubbed against the door with one leg, and cut the artery on the inside of his thigh with a wooden thorn beside the door, letting himself bleed to death.

Yan Mo knelt at the door for a long time.

Before the other slaves came back, Yan Mo took Yuan Zhan back to his bed, dug up the blood stained mud at the door, and then brought in new mud.

No one knows Yuan Zhan is dead, when they think he is just asleep.

In the morning, Yan Mo went to find the supervision-slave just like nothing was wrong. He told the supervision-slave that he could no longer bear to serve a disabled man like a stick, and had secretly killed him.

The supervision-slave didn't believe it. When he sent people to see it, he found that Yuan Zhan was indeed dead, which was not normal.

Yan Mo once again expressed the intention of submission, and the supervision-slave wanted Yan Mo to serve him in a teasing mood.

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

Supervision-slave agreed, let a person boil hot water for him to use.

Yan Mo washed it in half a while and invited the supervision-slave to join him.

The supervision-slave laughed and took off his clothes and jumped into the tub.

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

The supervision-slave only felt happy and immortal. When he burst out his essence inside Yan Mo, the whole man was so intoxicated that he closed his eyes and never woke up.

Because there was no wound on the slave's head, and he died suddenly after venting his sexual desire. The Bone Sculpting People sent people who knew drug refinery to check it, and found no traces of poisoning on the slave's head. Finally, it was determined that there was a problem with the slave's heart, leading to sudden death. Yan Mo was spared one death.

After revenge, Yan Mo, who had become a lonely man, lay in the mud house for ten days.

Though he escaped death, he did not escape punishment. He was beaten to death with only one breath left.

But he survived.

Tribesmen began to get back to him and take care of him. Although there is no evidence, everyone thinks that the death of the supervision-slave must be related to Yan Mo.

Before he was fully fit, he was asked to go out to work by the new supervision-slave.

The old one is dead, the new one is coming. He and his tribesmen are still suffering.

The old, the strong, the few, the small, one by one tribesmen died for a variety of reasons, most of them died of hard work, illness, cold and hunger, and more tribesmen died in expanding the territory for the Bone Sculpting People.

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

Supervision-slaves bully slaves, strong slaves bully the weak, men bully women, adult bully the old and children, and cunning and men bully the honest and kind

Every day, Yan Mo was at a loss when he listened to the wailing of the slaves, their miserable groaning, their prayers, their complaints and their curses, their frustrated and numb submissiveness.

What's the use of killing a supervision-slave? The Bone Sculpting People will send a new supervision-slave. He killed a new one, and the third and fourth ones.

As long as the Bone Sculpting People are still there, they will always be bullied, even the slaves themselves.

He made a mistake. His enemy is not a little supervision-slave at all, but the whole Bone Sculpting People!

But how can he fight against the powerful Bone Sculpting People?

Yan Mo looked at tribesmen, who are increasingly weakened by heavy work day by day, and is almost desperate.

He was not reconciled and began to try all kinds of resistance.

Secretly unite with other slaves, secretly send letters to the outside for help, secretly lure the supervision-slave to obtain more resources and support with the inheritance of ancient gods

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

His luck was so bad that he wanted to unite the slaves to resist and defeat the Bone Sculpting people, but he met with whistleblowing and betrayal. That time he lost an eye and a hand.

Secretly, he went out to ask for help, but it was like a stone sinking at the bottom of the lake. Before long, he saw some envoys sent by big forces, who were acting friendly with the Bone Sculpting People.

The temptation to supervision-slaves also failed. These supervision-slaves were under the control of the Enslavement Bone, and they dared not betray the Bone Sculpting People. Moreover, they all knew the “Good things" he had done, and every supervision-slave who took over was extremely wary of him.

He wanted to poison the high-level of the Bone Sculpting People himself, but he couldn't even enter the Bone Sculpting city.

In this way, in the daily efforts and waiting, he was getting old.

One day, he could no longer sit up from his bed from old age. He thought, he is afraid that he would never be able to wait for the day of freedom, or make the enemy pay the price.

Before he died, he could not help cursing God: "Fxck you God! I curse you! Why? What did we do wrong? Why should we live such a life? Why make us so miserable? Does the little man without power have to die? Should we be tortured and bullied? God, you're not fair! I'm not willing to die!”

Unwilling Yan Mo opened his eyes again.

The sky was snowy.

A group of nearly naked slaves are dragged into the greenhouses by ropes, where they will be initially selected.

A slave who made a mistake was stripped and hanged in the snow to beat. His body was purple with cold, and his face was a little familiar.

There was also a group of nearly numb slaves in a big hut, working barefoot in the low temperature of nearly - 20 degrees below zero.

A body was thrown into the snow, the body has been covered by snow for the most part.

The sound of someone abusing someone came from the mud house nearby, accompanied by the crying and begging of the child in the heavy breathing.

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

Fortunately, icy cool snowflakes fell on his face, which made him wake up quickly from shaking his mind.

Yan Mo casually dusted the two bone warriors standing guard at the door of the earth house and kicked the door open.

The supervision-slave who was raping someone heard the door, turned around and said, "Who?"

The supervision-slave only saw the snow flying in the door, but did not see any shadow.

The supervision-slave pulled out his body cursing. He wanted to continue to do it, but the cold wind outside pours directly into it. He could only get up and close the door first.

"Shua!"

The supervision-slave thought something was wrong. He looked down.

“Ah --!" the slave's hair screamed, covering his bloody lower body and falling down.

The child on the ground got up and shrank to the corner.

Yan Mo showed his figure, went to the child and gave him a bone dagger. "Want to kill him? Go ahead. "

It seems that the child who is less than ten years old held the bone dagger tightly and gasped twice. Suddenly, the little beast rushes towards the man, raises the bone dagger and stabs the slave's head.

I don't know if the child is too excited or can't speak very well. He only breathed like a roaring tiger.

"Kill you! Kill you!” The child finally made a complete voice, tears ran down his face, and was soon blown by the cold wind.

Yan Mo and looked dead at the scene completely. He threw his fur coat to the child, took his body aside and went out and shoved it into the thick snow. He turned to the following child and said, “Go to the house and find a place to hide. When I let you out. You can come out again."

The child in the agitation was shivering with cold, holding the bone dagger and listening to Yan Mo's words, he turned around and ran back to the earth house and closed the door tightly. He is now totally a command and an action, unable to think about anything else at all.

The snow covered the view like goose feather, and Yan Mo moved fast enough. No one had found out about the earth house.

Yan Mo walked up to the body to make sure it's completely dead. Oh, this face looked a little familiar.

This is supervision-slave who had dragged him into the hut where someone was working. The criminal law executors who didn't want the slave to die.

Yan Mo took this time to look at his right hand, which is no longer shining.

It's you, isn't it?

His Soul Sea is guarded by young sapling, which can't be easily attacked by anyone's spiritual power. Only the Guide... he doesn't know how it managed to ambush his body and avoid the young sapling control and directly pull him into the illusion!

When Du-du is born, this Guide thing must be taken out of the body, even if...

Yan Mo forced down his anger, called up The Guide to check the latest information before, and indeed saw a warning message that does not count as punishment.

The illusions just now can't really be a punishment, it was just to let him experience the situation of the weak.

But there was no warning of punishment. It's terrible!

Yan Mo's teeth itches. In order to let him deeply realize the powerlessness and indignation of those weak people, he was given such a lifelike and extreme illusion. If he had not a small sapling, he would not manage to be able to keep a clear mind, maybe he would really fall into that environment, so sad and angry that he could not extricate himself!

But the effect of the illusion is still there.

Up to now, he still remembered seeing two children die, seeing Yuan Zhan commit suicide to accomplish his plan, seeing the extreme collapse and super powerlessness of familiar faces when they die in front of his eyes - even if he has doubts in his heart, he can't accept such a scene, OK!

And the curse he uttered before he died, the grudge, the anger, the resentment... It still reverberates in his mind.

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

So the plan can never catch up with the reality change. He and Yuan Zhan wanted to use the Bone Sculpting People as the sharpening stone of the Jiu Yuan, but everything he realizes in the illusion made him have to look at the problem from a different perspective.

The longer the Bone Sculpting People stay in the East, the more they will rub and grind some weak tribes, beasts and spirits.

They want to resist the enemy alone, but they don't have a strong organizer, rich backup, powerful force or enough people. They just add materials to the Bone Sculpting People.

He used to say: if you want to be respected by others, you have to stand up on your own, at least make efforts.

But now, through the illusion, and then think of his new situation in the world, his ideas have changed a little.

It’s not that some people don't want to work hard or resist, but they really don't have the way to do it!

"Do you want to tell me that if someone can help then he should do more? I am so weak when I have no ability, I can only be bullied. And when I gain the ability to become strong, I should not only focus on myself and the people related to me, but also help other weak people who are unable to escape their own destiny, right?”

Yan Mo thought of the scene where he could not help but disobey his own nature in the illusion and that he asked the strong to help him. If there was such a strong person who was willing to save them and help them to revenge, he would be very happy.

“First of all, I'll do what I can and what I can see with my eyes. You can't expect anything else." Yan Mo is not going to be a saint.

I don't want to be led by The Guide by the nose, but when I put myself into the slaves shoes, it's impossible for him to watch those people continue to struggle in pain and despair.

At this moment, Yan Mo wanted to see Yuan Zhan very much, very much.