There were only about 20 people on the entire ship, including the boatmen, the men, and the thugs who supervised us. ┏┛

If it were on weekdays, it would be no problem for me, Qin Chong, and Liu Zhen'er to kill such a reckless man with bare hands.

It's a pity that now their hands and feet are tied, and a group of ten people is firmly tied to two logs fixed to the bilge, unable to move at all.

The slightest dissatisfaction will be met with punches and kicks.

The demonic thugs have no scruples about torturing those who dare to challenge their authority.

Qin Chong originally wanted to curry favor with a Roman villain who came forward and have a few words with him.

As a result, this demon named Ed waved his hand to summon two comrades, three soft whips dipped in sea water, and took turns to beat Qin Chong fiercely.

In the end, these villains also sprinkled all their urine on Qin Chong's naked body, and then walked away with a smug smile.

In the eyes of these Yamas, we are slaves inferior to pigs and dogs, and we are not qualified to talk to them on an equal footing, even though they are only the lowliest scoundrels in the market who can buy them for gold.

Qin Chong, my brother, a true man who stood up to the heavens and the earth, how could he have suffered such an insult, and he did not say a word during the entire execution process.

After these wicked people left, I turned my head to find that Qin Chong had been whipped beyond recognition, and blood-stained tears slowly rolled down his ears.

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated! It's so deceitful!

But these demons can't kill us for the time being, because in this Roman kingdom, slaves are the private property of governors, generals, and lords.

In the law promulgated by the king, private property is sacrosanct, and killing us is tantamount to destroying the owner's property, and according to the law, the compensation must be doubled.

Therefore, these evil slaves vent all their dissatisfaction with their masters and the world on us.

Along the way, they insulted and bullied us in different ways to satisfy their satan-possessed souls.

"Brothers! Han Xin can still endure the humiliation of his crotch! Everything is dormant, save your life! ”

Seeing my brother humiliated and unable to help me, my heart ached.

I can't tear off the chains on my body and rush forward, fighting with these demons.

It's a pity that when I practiced when I was young, I didn't have enough strength, and I couldn't tear through the net that bound my body.

"Young master, hold on!"

Through the iron handcuffs, the three of us gently cheered each other on.

No matter whether there is a jackal and tiger's den in the ocean ahead, or a cliff, as long as people live, there will always be life, and there will be a day of revenge.

My heart slowly hardened, there was no longer useless crying, only hatred, and the infinite life **.

It was still the height of summer, and in the middle of the afternoon in the sea, the oak decks were scorching hot, and the stench in the cabins was enough to smoke people to death.

The weak weepings of some of the wounded seemed to come from the underworld.

The whole body was numb, only the eyes and neck could move slightly, the scorching sun above the head had nowhere to hide, and the only remaining water in the body was about to be squeezed dry.

Eddard led a few of his men to carry the bitter water from the sea in a wooden barrel, and poured it on the heads of all the prisoners without a head or face, even if it was to replenish the water for us.

Seawater is undrinkable, and such hydration is simply hastening our death.

Two prisoners who had been tortured and thirsted for long distances died and entered Elysium, and their bodies were thrown into the vast ocean without mercy.

This is also a relief for them, and their souls are free, and they can return to their distant homeland with the sea breeze.

It may be that if such casualties continue, it will be difficult to account to the owner when the ship arrives at its destination.

So in the evening, the ship's overseers temporarily unlocked our hands and gave each of us a spoonful of barley.

As we helped each other to stand up from the poop-covered cabin, a sense of happiness that I had never felt before filled my every pore.

Being able to stand freely has now become a luxury, and for those of us who have traveled the world, the sorrow is simply indescribable.

Eddard, who was in charge of our life and death, paced up and down the deck above us with a long whip in his hand, shouting a reprimand.

It is probably an order for us to obey the rules and tame him, and the time to let the wind go is limited, so let's eat quickly.

All humanistic thinking about dignity, family affection, longing, compassion, etc. is gone, and the mind has become numb, and only the ** that survives remains.

The wicked Ed is now the god we worship, and our obedience to him has become our conscious consciousness.

It can be seen that it only takes one day to completely destroy a person, from body to spirit.

And the most effective thing to do is to completely deprive him of his freedom, and even the slightest tremor of a little finger will be fatally punished, which is what Ed did.

After the admonition, Ed followed the example of a Christian pastor and reverently drew a "ten" on his chest, and I could hear his last words being "Amen."

It turns out that this guy is leading us to do pre-dinner prayers, and God in Heaven will laugh if he knows, and he has converted Satan.

Fortunately, the three of us understood the rules just now, and we didn't rush to eat during his prayers.

Otherwise, you will be punished for the rest of your life.

A Persian slave, perhaps so hungry that he ate all the wheat in his hand during Ed's prayer.

Ed Demon Veil? The man's smile came to his side, and his two thugs lifted the poor man to his feet, one left and one right.

Ed smirked and drew his dagger from his waist, cut off half of the Persian's tongue, and hung him high on the mast as punishment.

Then he gave us a lecture in Roman for a long time.

The general meaning may be that those who dare to blaspheme God will end up like this.

In this ship, he is "God."

In the desert outside Yangguan, Qin Chong, who did not change his face in the face of dozens of blue wolves, would tremble unconsciously as long as Ed's footsteps sounded on the deck above his head.

And Liu Zhen'er and I are even more like chaff, for fear of being caught by this demon again.

Taishi Gong said in "Xiang Yu Benji" through the mouth of Wuyang Hou Fan Xu: People are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat.

When I was a child, I was in Qingfengze Academy, and I was forced by Master Xin's precepts, so I once skimmed it and found it interesting.

also jokes every time, Xin Fuzi is a knife, and we and other children are all fish and meat!

Now on this vast sea, the bundled bamboo tube is like being in such a pickle? In the face of such a powerful ghost in the world as Ed, he realized the true meaning.

Before the wheat in our hands was finished, the Urges came and locked our hands to the long poles again.

The sun had set to the west of the sea, and the red glow was dancing in the sky, the color of blood.

We were a group of dozens of slaves, lying at the bottom of the cabin like a ladder, looking helplessly at the white clouds drifting in the dome and the seabirds circling and fluttering.

Full of sorrow but dare not cry, full of pain but not even a chance to cut himself off.

You can't roll over, you can't move, you can't breathe loudly.

Each of us has become a stiff stepping log on the "ladder", and the humblest of the world's most humble grass mustards can step on our chests.

For we are now slaves sold in the markets of the nations, and their value is not equal to the price of a horse.

In the last few days of the Knight's Castle, I taught Liu Zhen'er the essentials of meditation.

This old fellow has been tortured by the present world and is about to go crazy, and it is the only magic weapon that he can redeem himself now by meditating to get out of the sea of suffering around him and enter the realm of illusion of forgetting things and self.

So during the day, he silently studied the essence all the time, holding his breath and not moving.

However, the body is too weak for the Yuan Shen to gather, and Liu Zhen'er's meditation cultivation is also half the effort, and he can't reach the realm of instant concentration between me and Qin Chong.

Night had fallen, and the Roman "ghosts" who had been doing evil all day on board had gone back to their cabins to rest, leaving us to fend for ourselves in the darkness.

At this time, no one will disturb us when we enter the meditation and cultivation, and our bodies will not be able to move, but our souls can be greatly freed.

So the three of them stopped talking and meditated to relieve their sorrows.

In a trance, I felt my bound body slowly flutter up, flying freely in the direction of the vast sea, the golden desert, and the snow-capped ice peaks.

I saw that the caravan of my grandfather and Uncle Su had returned from Fulousha in the south, and was walking on the trade road outside the south gate of the city of Khotan.

His beloved wife, Kuzhina, and her little sister Gulando, were riding a green horse, chasing and playing in the wilderness outside the inn.

The clear breeze and the large lake are sparkling, and the chanting voices of the children of the academy are crisp and distant.

And my mother, Mrs. Khotan, was lovingly rubbing my coarse cotton clothes.

"Jincheng, my son, you are finally home!" The mother's voice and smile were as ..... as if in front of her.

In the middle of the night, it rained heavily, and the waves crashed against the hull of the ship, making the roar of thousands of horses galloping.

I returned to reality from a distant illusion, only to realize that it was just a dream that I might never reach again in this life.

Tears poured out, O relatives of the homeland!

"Young master! Pot helmet! Wake up! ”

A bolt of lightning pierced the dark night sky, and Qin Chong's cry pulled me out of my endless sorrow.

"Wake up!"

"Haha! It's comfortable! Brothers! We must live! ”

Thirst has been with us since we entered the Knight's Castle, a thousand times more painful than physical wounds.

Maybe God is pitiful and doesn't want us to be thirsty ghosts, so he rained down this nectar in the sky.