Just gone?

Obviously, Zhang Ning's ability to master and use the language of the two-tailed horse surprised the three horses, but the two-tailed "girls" didn't pay attention to what he said!

Zhang Ning first observed his surroundings - it was a dark but fairly dry grass hut surrounded on three sides by wooden stakes with bark on one side, and one side was open. The ground was covered with a thin layer of hay, and in the two corners of the room, five or six people were crammed together, and only one person was curled up in the other corner.

Unable to get an answer from the two-tailed horse, he had to turn to his kind: "What kind of place is this?" Zhang Ning asked in the lingua franca of the cultivation realm.

The thin, thin man in his thirties and forties, who occupied a corner, coughed suddenly, breathlessly, almost suffocating—a simple, human cough, not the cough-like language of the two-tailed horses.

After he finished coughing, the others listened intently, and it took a moment to breathe a sigh of relief.

What an eerie atmosphere.

"What kind of place is this?" Zhang Ning asked the few people gathered in a heap.

Several men and women did not look at him, their faces numb, as if they were waiting to die.

Zhang Ning felt the flow of spiritual power in his body—it was still repairing extremely slowly, but the strength of mortal body movements was no longer a problem.

He moved his limbs, stood up, and walked out of the hut.

"Stand ~ stay. An old man with a furrow face at the back of the numb quartet showed his head and weakly stopped Zhang Ning, using the language of the cultivation realm.

Why didn't you answer the question just now? Zhang Ning turned around, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Why?"

The old man laboriously raised his cloudy eyes: "Guan, Guancha dare to escape, leave without authorization, immediately send and go to the 'Broken Feet' ......"

Zhang Ning frowned: "What observation period? What kind of place is this?"

The old man lowered his eyelids and muttered weakly: "Apart from hell, where can it be, there are bulls and horses everywhere...... The little ghost hooked me here to atone for my sins, and after atoning for my sins, I can be reincarnated again......"

Zhang Ning's brows furrowed even tighter, is it possible that this completely inadmissible confession hides any truth?

After saying these words, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, and the old man gasped and lost his breath.

Zhang Ning had no choice but to turn to a few people next to him who were not as rich as puppets: "What does the observation period mean?

The men and women were expressionless and their eyes glazed.

At this time, the old man finally wheezed out, and said softly: "The tea season is, the sick people are sent here, and after a day, they will go back to work when they are sick, and if they are not good, they will be sent to the 'Broken Feet' while they are alive." ”

Zhang Ning didn't understand the meaning of this observation period, so he asked again: "What does 'Broken Foot' mean?

The old man couldn't stop trembling, and the men and women also looked puzzled and frightened.

"Ahem, cough, my lung disease has not been hidden, and I will be sent to the 'cripple' early tomorrow morning," said the man who occupied a corner, "The 'cripple' has never come back, who knows if he is lame or not." Ahem, cough, cough, cough, cough ......" was another heart-rending cough, and red blood foamed out.

The old man and the others shrank back again.

Zhang Ning still asked the men and women with dull expressions: "Are all of you sick?"

The old man sighed: "They are different, they are newly caught, but they also have to 'turn off the tea', and there is nothing wrong with the distribution of labor." These two strong ones should be sent to build the palace and farm the land, and the female should be sent to the palace to serve the horses. ”

Zhang Ning thought to himself, this space-time fragment has such a high degree of civilization, has it developed into a slave society?

At this moment, a woman in the sluggish group suddenly grabbed a handful of hay from the ground and chewed it.

Zhang Ning couldn't help but say, "Hey!"

The old man waved his hand weakly: "Leave them alone, they are the natives of this world, they are all fools, and they can't speak." ”

Zhang Ning caught a hint of information: "Indigenous?!So you are not from this world?"

The old man smiled sadly, "No," he pointed to the man in the corner who was still coughing, "Neither I nor him are ......"

"Then where are you from?" Zhang Ning hurriedly asked.

"Ahem, cough, like you, of course it's the human world, there is the human world of flying immortals!~" The man replied as he struggled between coughing and wheezing......