The fire raged, and the flames blackened the boy's face.

Today, Xia Gui finally understands that the little prince who has left the protection of the palace has to rely on his own mind to face the dangerous and cruel world.

Except for a Chongming Bird whose life and death were sealed in his body, and his own cultivation that had disappeared cleanly, he had no clues to face danger.

This time, there was no help, everything was on his own. If he doesn't save himself, no one can save him.

But he was distraught, but he couldn't think of any way.

Xia Gui's gaze swept around, searching for all ways to escape. Just when he thought the mountain was exhausted, a white mass suddenly jumped into his eyelids.

By the sea, a handful of snow-white things.

Sea salt!

It suddenly occurred to him that turtles don't like salty food.

Thanks to his aristocratic status, he liked to raise all kinds of animals when he was a child, and he raised long-haired saber-toothed tigers, so he knew the habits of various animals.

If that's the case......

Xia Gui lowered his head, moved the soles of his feet quietly, and pushed half of the shrimp meat into the sea salt with an amplitude that everyone could not detect, and rolled it around. His movements were careful and slow, and when the shrimp was completely coated in sea salt, no one noticed his unusual behavior.

Soon, the big black turtle crawled in front of Xia Gui.

It found the plump and translucent white shrimp meat at Xia Gui's feet. The shrimp meat was covered with sea salt, and the taste should be a little salty at the moment, but the big couldn't tell it, at least from the appearance, it was still so fat and white. Without hesitation, the big black turtle opened its mouth and swallowed the shrimp meat in one gulp.

Xia Gui held his breath, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Just as the wizard's glowing eyes were staring at Xia Gui's body, the big black turtle's throat moved, and it spit out the shrimp meat in its mouth with a "plop" on the ground! As if eating something extremely unpalatable, the big black turtle no longer looked at the half of the shrimp, turned around, and slowly crawled towards the next slave.

Zhong Ying, who had been silent, had a slight sinking face, and frowned: "Forget this person." ”

The wizard didn't know that Xia Gui had done anything to the shrimp meat, he glanced at the black turtle with a surprised gaze, and then looked Xia Gui up and down.

In his eyes, this was a young man with an embarrassed face and a muddy face, and because he was covered in mud, he couldn't see Xia Gui's appearance clearly. The wizard frowned and sneered: "Poor man, you have been disliked by the little young master, how dirty and despicable you are, what a useless slave......"

Xia Gui hurriedly lowered his head, avoiding the wizard's gaze.

At this juncture, he doesn't want to have more rights and wrongs.

It is a blessing to survive this tragic fate without the help of any miracle.

......

Yin Shang is a cruel dynasty, and even the wind of this dynasty has a hint of blood.

The sacrifice lasted two hours before it ended, and the fire continued to scorch Xia Gui's face, making his face red. It wasn't until the bright moon hung high that he was finally freed from the wooden pole, and then he was stuffed into a prisoner car.

He was joined by another survivor in the prison van.

If Xia Gui survived by being clever, then this survivor survived by luck. Because the black turtle was already full when it crawled to the feet of this survivor. So it slowly arched the shrimp meat under the survivor's feet, and finally seemed to burp and slowly turned around and walked away.

"Be honest, don't try to escape!" the soldier brutally locked the cell door.

"Wait, I'm not already ......," Natsu returned to say something, but was roughly pushed into the prison cart and locked the door.

Soon, the prisoner's cart was pulled by a large horse.

Under the cold moonlight, I saw an army of 300 people taking the lead, and it seemed that there were more soldiers participating in this sacrifice than Xia Gui imagined. At the forefront of the procession were more than a dozen burly pioneers, and behind them were three canopy carts, presumably sitting in the carts were the dignitaries who participated in the sacrifice. Xia Gui turned his head and saw that there were more than 200 soldiers behind the prisoner cart, and the prisoner cart was caught among these soldiers, and it was indeed difficult to fly.

The prisoner cart was very simple, just a wooden plank, and the stones on the wild road were large and small, Xia Gui sitting in the prisoner cart kept bumping up and down, and then looked at the survivor, who was no better than himself. The survivor is thin and small, and this upside down, up and down, is more serious than himself.

Looking around, I saw that the surroundings were immersed in a dark night, and I didn't know where I was going.

Xia Gui took a deep breath, and his breath quickly poured into his mouth and nose. With this force, he used the breath in his lower abdomen as usual, trying to find that kind of domineering power. However, except for the painful feeling of falling apart bones all over my body, the lower abdomen was still empty.

"There is no more cultivation...... Is it sealed?"

Xia Gui's brows sank, and his heart was already cold.

In the empty lower abdomen, there is no half of cultivation, like a pool of calm stagnant water.

It's okay to be demoted to a prisoner of war, it's all just temporary. But the fact that all the cultivation has disappeared is a fact that he can't accept at all.

Xia Gui is not a waste, but he is not a genius, he is just a little nobleman with good talents. In order to speed up his cultivation, the Southern Wilderness Kingdom had invested a lot of pills for him, so a month ago, his cultivation finally achieved a little bit and broke through to a good realm.

I didn't expect to encounter this disaster before I was proud for a few days.

"Damn......" Xia Gui shook his fist violently and slammed it the wooden prisoner cart.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", the prisoner cart just shook, and his fist turned red.

The slave coachman who drove the prisoner cart gave him a blank look, "Save your effort, little slave." Since it was all luck that survived, don't mess around. If you get into this car, you are the slave of the ghost marquis, you can't be delusional about breaking the wood and escaping, right?"

Hearing the word "slave", Xia Gui turned his head and looked at the coachman with wide eyes.

It was the first time the driver looked at the boy, whose face was so black that he couldn't see anything but a straight nose and shining eyes. But for some reason, he was sure that this was a dignified and handsome young man, much better looking than many nobles he had ever seen.

"Didn't we survive, why are we still slaves?" Xia Gui gritted his teeth. Although his voice was a little angry, it was very good, with a slight hint of clarity in the lowness, and it had a kind of aristocratic flavor.

Before the coachman could reply, another survivor had already sneered and said disdainfully: "In this place, the sacrifices of people who have not died will directly become slaves. You're not going to be a slave for the first time, are you?"

Xia Gui didn't speak, and returned to his original seat in a sneer, hugging his body and hugging it.

He is not an ordinary person, he is the sixth prince of the Southern Wilderness Country.

Before the fall of the Southern Wilderness Kingdom, he was also a royal family with fine clothes and food, living a life of more than 10,000 people under one person.

It's a pity that my hometown has turned into a sea of blood and I can't go back.

A bleak long wind blew, and the thin clothes were not enough to keep out the cold, and Xia Gui couldn't help but get goosebumps. The wind at night in Mobei is really strong, and it is so cold that it is like a sharp blade, much stronger than the wind in my hometown.

When the weather in her hometown is cold, the queen mother will put on a luxurious and warm mink coat and tell herself not to catch a cold. He was proud by nature, but now he sat desolate in the prison car, bumpy on the road to a foreign land. Thinking of the kindness and gentleness at the corners of the mother's eyes and eyebrows, Xia Gui's nose was sour, and his eyes were red.

In the other corner of the prison cart, a dark-faced survivor sits. He seemed to notice Xia Gui's abnormality, so he stared at Xia Gui for a long time, and finally whispered, "Hey, are you okay?"

Xia Gui looked up and saw that it was a peer with dark skin, coarse linen clothes, strong hands and feet, and a face full of concern.

"Hmm. Xia Gui replied, taking advantage of the other party's inattention, he stubbornly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Where are you from?" the other asked.

Xia Gui thought for a while and replied cautiously: "Southern Wilderness." ”

The other party let out an "ah" and covered his mouth with his hand, "It turns out that we are fellow villagers." ”

Xia Gui raised his head slightly and looked at each other. The latter looked surprised, probably because he didn't expect to meet his fellow villagers in the prisoner car that survived the robbery in this sacrificial ground.

But there were not too many surprises for Xia Gui. For the deceased, whether you are a nobleman or a commoner, under the rule of the Great Shang Dynasty, there is only one identity - slave.

"My name is Cao Ming, what about you?" said the other party.

Name?

Now in a sensitive period, his real name is afraid that it will attract the attention and hunt of many people, and he can't say his real name.

Xia Gui groaned for a long time and said his nickname, "My name is Ah Gui." ”

"A tortoise, a tortoise?" Cao Ming obviously misunderstood this word.

Xia Gui's eyes turned on Cao Ming, and the name taken by his father was clearly the "return" of "returning to the king with guests".

"Turtle, what about your family?" Cao Ming asked.

Hearing this question, Xia Gui's body shook slightly. It can be seen that he is trying his best to restrain his emotions.

"Scattered. Xia Gui replied vaguely.

Cao Ming didn't know what Xia Gui was thinking, he said in a sad tone: "Hey, my family is dead. It's not easy for us to survive. ”

"Where is this prisoner cart going?" Xia Gui asked.

Cao Ming replied: "Ghost Fang Country, there is the territory of the Nine Marquis. For people like us, it doesn't make much difference where we go, anyway, we are all slaves to others. ”

Cao Ming has been a slave for generations, and in his opinion, there really is no difference.

Xia Gui didn't say anything, he just pursed his lips and secretly clenched his fists.

"Turtle, in fact, there is no need to be discouraged, the Southern Wilderness Country has not completely perished. I heard that at the last moment, the six princes and the high priest still escaped. If they can join the rest of the team, there may be hope for reviving the Southern Wilderness......" Cao Ming said in a low voice.

Xia Gui smiled bitterly, Cao Ming probably didn't know that the hope of reviving the Southern Wilderness that he said was sitting in the prison car with him, running up and down the bumps into the dark distance.

"Forget it, don't think about it so much, whether the Southern Wilderness can be rebuilt is not a question we can worry about. I just want to know now, what kind of scene is this Jiuhou Villa...... I hope we can all live well. Cao Ming moved closer to Xia Gui slightly, his eyes projecting uneasiness about the unknown.

Xia Gui replied in a low voice.

On the premise that this cultivation is lost, the first step for him to do should be to restore his cultivation as soon as possible, and then escape from this ghost place and join the rest of the team.

But how can we restore our cultivation?

In the previous ten years of life, he was not a cultivation genius, more often, he relied on the powerful resources and pills of the Southern Wilderness Palace. Now that all of his cultivation is gone, he can't get the same amount of resources.

Is it a dead end......