The offspring produced by the people of the undead Republic of China will inevitably inherit this gene, and the offspring produced by their mating with foreign races usually live longer than the average person. However, there are always pros and cons to everything, although the people of the Immortal Republic of China have a long lifespan, their physique is relatively weak, and most of them have no spiritual roots, they cannot cultivate immortals, only a very few people have very poor spiritual roots, and they are also the bottom characters among immortal cultivators. That's why the Northern Di people would invade and plunder them so unscrupulously.

The most desperate thing for the women of the immortal Republic of China should not be death, but the offspring born to serve the Beidi Kingdom endlessly.

At this moment, a general of the Beidi Kingdom was riding a horse and patrolling back and forth among the working undead slaves of the Republic of China.

"Huh?" he turned around, and saw two slaves exchanging ears, his face changed suddenly, and he hurried over.

When the two slaves saw this, they hurriedly bowed their heads and continued to work, but they still inevitably had to be whipped twice, "Two guys who don't know whether to live or die, you have no food today!" the general of the Beidi Kingdom scolded.

The two slaves bowed their heads and worked, not daring to have any objections.

Looking at their honest appearance, the general of Beidi Kingdom snorted coldly, whipped his horse and turned away, but after walking a few steps, he felt that something was wrong, and turned his head suddenly, only to find that the two slaves had turned their backs.

The enraged general of the Beidi Kingdom hurriedly went over and whipped two whips on the backs of the two of them, and one of the old female slaves couldn't stand the torture of the whip, and her body fell to the side, just on top of the spirit wood on the side.

"Smack!" the whip fell again.

The young slave on the side hurriedly knelt down and begged: "General Zhang, please spare my mother!"

Before the words fell, he was whipped and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man called General Zhang, with a long scar on his forehead, looked very fierce, and he wanted to beat the mother and son again, but his eyes caught a glimpse of a white flower on the ground, which had just fallen from the mother's pocket, white and flawless, without a trace of dust, in stark contrast to the dirty environment here.

"What is this? Pick it up for me!" General Zhang ordered.

The young slave didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly bent down a little sore body to pick up the white flowers on the ground, and respectfully presented them to General Zhang's hands.

General Zhang took the white flower, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, revealing a hint of intoxication, "It's very fragrant, what kind of flower is this?"

The young slave could not answer, so he had to stand aside with his head bowed.

"Get up, I'm asking you, dead old woman!" General Zhang's gaze fell on the old slave girl who fell to the ground.

The young man hurried to help his mother, but as soon as his hand touched her, he jerked it back, for General Zhang's whip fell down hard again.

The old slave girl supported the ground with her hands, stood up tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "General Zhang, this is the flower that the slave family stumbled upon on the ground just now, and the slave family is lonely and unheard, and it can't be named......"

Before the last word could be spoken, the old female slave was slapped again, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and her body fell to the ground in an instant.

"Mother!" shouted the young man, and hurriedly bent down, and when he saw his mother's gray and emaciated cheeks, his heart ached and hated.

"Hmph, it's just a wildflower. General Zhang threw the white flowers in his hand and shouted to everyone: "Look at what, work quickly, otherwise you will be like them, don't want to get food today!"

When the other slaves heard this, they returned to their respective areas of responsibility to continue their work.

The young man lifted her mother up, and the old woman, who was already thin and weak, had just been whipped one after another, and her body was almost unable to support it at the moment, but she knew that the slave had no rest, only kept working until she died.

"Mother......" The young man was about to say something, but he saw the old woman shaking her head at herself, and tremblingly pointed to the white flowers that fell on the ground.

When the young man saw this, he immediately picked up the white flower and put it in his mother's hand.

The old woman took the white flower, quickly took it into her bosom, and then took up the shovel and went on with the farm work.

Although the young man was worried about his mother's health, as a slave, he had no choice. He knew very well that if his mother didn't work, she would definitely have to be whipped, and it was estimated that she would not be able to bear it after a few more whips.

The slaves were still working numbly and mechanically, until it was dark, and food was brought in, and as soon as they smelled the food, they quickly put down the farming tools in their hands, swallowed their saliva, and walked over, although they were already hungry, but the slaves lined up in an orderly manner, because they knew that if anyone did not follow the discipline, they would be beaten, and there would be no food.

The mother and son just now came to the side in a daze, leaning on the edge of a boulder, and the night wind blew on their thin clothes, and they both couldn't help but shiver.

The mother held her son in her arms, and her thin body shielded him from some of the cold wind.

Both were already hungry, but they had no food to eat and could only go hungry. Because the slaves were to be driven into the shed together, the two of them could not leave alone at the moment to rest, but could only sit here and smell the food.

In fact, it was food, but white steamed buns, porridge, and some leftovers, and it tasted tasteless, but these slaves were so hungry that everyone gulped down the food as soon as they got it, as if they were tasting the most delicious thing in the world.

"Mother, why do you have to take this flower?" said the young man, because of this flower, he and his mother were beaten, and there was no food to eat, if it wasn't for his mother's insistence on taking this flower, they would have been able to eat food at this moment.

The old woman shook her head and sighed, "I don't know, I just like it very much, my mother has never seen such a beautiful flower since she came to this Beidi country, son, when I die, you have to put this flower and my ashes together." ”

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about, we are all immortal and will never die. The young man said.

The old woman smiled bitterly, "What are you doing in life, you are sinned, I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I have given birth to countless children, all of whom have become slaves of Beidi Kingdom, and now they have all gone before me, and you are the only one left, alas!"

"Brothers and sisters......" The young man wanted to say something, but his voice choked.

Indeed, for a slave, to live is to suffer a sin, and it is better to die. But he was never reconciled, unwilling to be enslaved like this.

Just when the mother and son sighed, suddenly a pleasant female voice came into their ears, the two of them were shocked, the horror of long-term slavery made them subconsciously look around, but found that there was no one else around, General Zhang was not there, and the other slaves were eating wolf.