Volume 1 Crossing the Tang Dynasty Chapter 5 Forced Slavery

In later generations, Lu Xiaoxian has been to many deserted places, and he has encountered such a strange place as Wangyun Mountain for the first time.

The trees on the mountain cover the sky, the vines and grass are misty, and no matter what method he and Zhang Meng use, they will never be able to get out.

In the end, Lu Xiaoxian was discouraged and found that they were lost.

At night, the mountains are in the dark, and the wind whines as if crying and laughing. The swarthy tree stretched out its arms as if to capture every living creature into the endless darkness. Lu Xiaoxian and Zhang Meng curled up under a big tree, and the two of them were in turmoil.

"Leisure! What do we do now? Zhang Meng asked timidly.

"What? Scared? Lu Xiaoxian didn't have a good air.

"I'm not afraid, as long as you're there, I'm not afraid!" Zhang Meng said that he was not afraid, but his trembling voice betrayed him.

Lu Xiaoxian didn't squeak.

Zhang Meng said to himself with a crying voice: "I don't know how Daddy is doing now, can he find us?" ”

Listening to Zhang Meng's words, Lu Xiaoxian suddenly blamed himself.

Zhang Meng is just a child after all, not to mention that he is still good to himself. These days, Lu Xiaoxian has only been thinking about his own affairs, completely ignoring Zhang Meng and ignoring his feelings. Especially in the current situation, Zhang Meng can only rely on Lu Xiaoxian.

Lu Xiaoxian patted Zhang Meng's shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, they will definitely find us!" ”

The two stopped talking, and a wave of sleepiness hit in the silence, Lu Xiaoxian's eyelids couldn't be raised, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

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The first rays of morning light shone into the trees, and a new day began.

Lu Xiaoxian opened his eyes, thinking of the situation in front of him, and there was only confusion and fear in his heart. Neither can go back to the past, nor can he see the future clearly, and the choice of survival is too much for him to bear.

Although they were thirsty and hungry, their instincts told Lu Xiaoxian that they had to get out of here as soon as possible and get out of the mountains as soon as possible, otherwise there was only a dead end.

Lu Xiaoxian woke up Zhang Meng beside him, and the two struggled to get up and took difficult steps.

They hadn't taken a few steps before they heard strange intermittent sounds not far away.

Stop and listen, it seems that someone is blowing Xiao. This made Lu Xiaoxian's heart suddenly ignite a flame of hope: as long as he can meet someone, he may be able to walk out of Wangyun Mountain.

The two of them quickened their pace and followed Xiao Sheng's steps.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaoxian stopped, and his face turned pale.

Directly in front, more than a dozen slender snakes, neatly arranged, spitting snake letters, staring at them with tigerish eyes, the silver-white snake scales were very dazzling.

Lu Xiaoxian's mouth was bitter: it turned out to be a silver-bellied snake.

At the beginning, Lu Xiaoxian was bitten by the silver-bellied snake before he crossed bizarrely.

It is said that once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years, and Lu Xiaoxian was of course no exception. What's more, what I encountered now was not a well rope, but a deadly silver-ringed snake, and there were more than a dozen of them.

The hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, Lu Xiaoxian didn't say a word, turned his head and ran.

Zhang Meng saw that Lu Xiaoxian had run away, so he instinctively followed and ran. Before Zhang Meng could run a few steps, he slammed into Lu Xiaoxian's back.

Zhang Meng didn't know why Lu Xiaoxian suddenly stopped, and was about to ask, but found that Lu Xiaoxian was in a daze in front of a thick pink fog.

Zhang Meng was also stunned, and even the deadly poisonous snake behind him was temporarily forgotten.

The moment he lost consciousness, Lu Xiaoxian couldn't help praying in his heart: "God, it's okay for you to take me to play, please stop playing with me!" ”

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This is the third time he has woken up after being in a coma, Lu Xiaoxian struggled to sit up, he didn't bother to curse God again.

This time Zhang Meng woke up earlier than him, and there was only panic and helplessness in his eyes.

It's still the familiar cabin.

It's still those two familiar figures: the old man in white shirt and the white boy.

Bai Gongzi looked stunned, his pointed chin was about to reach the sky, and his big fluffy tail flicked back and forth weakly. Obviously, Mi was very unwelcome to Lu Xiaoxian and Zhang Meng's return and return.

The white-shirted old man still had a sly smile on his face, and now the ending seemed to be in his anticipation.

Looking at the proud appearance of the old man in the white shirt, Lu Xiaoxian was very unhappy in his heart. It's like no matter how powerful Sun Monkey is, he can't escape the palm of the Buddha's hand, which makes him very frustrated.

Lu Xiaoxian even had some suspicions, the silver-bellied snake, and the pink mist, maybe it was a trick made by the old man in a white shirt, just to force them to comply. He couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart: What a ghost who lacks morality!

Of course, the old man in the white shirt couldn't have imagined that in just a few breaths, Lu Xiaoxian's heart had turned a hundred times, and even the nickname "Lack of Virtue Ghost" had been thought of for him.

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you." The immoral ghost got carried away and taught the two of them, "I told you that the miasma of Wangyun Mountain will be fatal, and now I will suffer a lot!" ”

Malaria?

There is a law of nature that the more beautiful things are, the deadlier they are. Only then did Lu Xiaoxian understand that the pink mist that looked so beautiful turned out to be a fatal miasma.

Speaking of this, the ghost of lack of virtue glanced at Lu Xiaoxian: "I'm afraid that I am the only one in this world who can save the person who inhales the miasma!" ”

Lu Xiaoxian didn't know whether the words of the immoral ghost were true or false, so he could only be silent, after all, he had learned the power of miasma.

As if thinking of something, Lu Xiaoxian suddenly asked: "The last time you saved us, did there be three adults who inhaled miasma, and how happened to them?" ”

"That's right, they're breathing, and by the time I arrived, they were all dead!" The understatement of the lack of virtue ghost seems to be an innocuous thing.

Listening to the words of the immoral ghost, Zhang Meng cried "wow".

Lu Xiaoxian's heart also gave birth to a trace of sadness: his father died, although he was only his nominal father, Lu Xiaoxian's heart was still extremely heavy. He has surrendered to the cruel reality, but he is still abused by fate. Fate is inhumane at all, and even the captives who surrendered are abused.

"You owe me another life! Is it possible to consider selling oneself to pay off one's debts and become a slave? The immoral ghost blatantly threatened.

The fatal miasma, the deadly silver-bellied snake, the two of them had no choice but to agree to the condition of the immoral ghost.

Zhang Meng set his eyes on Lu Xiaoxian, Lu Xiaoxian sighed in his heart, and said to the immoral ghost with a bitter face: "Okay! We agreed! ”

Yurou has the right to say to the sword, and it seems that this can only be the only answer.

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One large, two small and three wooden houses, in the shape of a product in the shape of a character in the southeast, north and south directions. The big one in the east is inhabited by the ghost who lacks virtue and the white prince. Shake Wind lived in the south room, while Lu Xiaoxian and Zhang Meng lived in the wooden house on the north side.

The ghost who lacks virtue is still benevolent and righteous, and he helped to bury Lu Xiaoxian, Zhang Meng's father and Lin Laohan with Shake Feng.

Whether it is wrong or calculated, anyway, Lu Xiaoxian and Zhang Meng will be completely settled. From this day on, Lu Xiaoxian and Zhang Meng officially became the slaves of the immoral ghosts.