What Qu was saying, Yang Hao couldn't listen at all at this time, and sat on the ground with blank eyes, as if he was stupid.

Although he had already had some guesses before, when he really confirmed the guess in his heart, the psychological defense line collapsed instantly, and he traveled to such a barbaric era and became a slave, there was no worse situation than this.

"Why do others cross over to be the emperor, to be the prince, the most unfortunate is also a fucking gentleman, it's okay to stay, the whole chick is okay day by day, lewd a few poems that moaned without disease, passers-by A, B, C and Ding were stunned, this is fucking crossing, why the fuck I'm so unlucky, grass! Grass! Grass! Thief God, you play with me! ”

No matter how Yang Hao shouted, cursed, and complained in his heart, it couldn't change the fact that he came to the Xia Dynasty.

Qu was startled by Yang Hao's expression as if he was going to eat people, and subconsciously moved his body back.

"You... What are you doing. ”

Yang Hao suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Qu as if he was facing a great enemy, and muttered in a low voice: "Calm down, you must be calm, you can't panic, you must not panic, I want to live, these mongrels, no matter who you are, even if you are the king of heaven Lao Tzu, or the three emperors and five emperors, one day, I will kill all of you and let Lao Tzu be a slave, I will fuck you." ”

Taking a deep breath and looking up at Qu with a guarded face, Yang Hao tried to make a normal expression.

"I was scared of a little pain in my back just now, I'm really sorry."

Qu Hu looked at Yang Hao suspiciously, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, Yang Hao's appearance just now really scared him a lot.

"Oh... Well, it is not uncommon for people like us to be scourged. ”

At this time, a "gurgling" sound suddenly sounded.

Yang Hao touched his gurgling stomach and swallowed his saliva.

"Qu, do you have anything to eat?"

"No, tomorrow when the sun rises, someone will feed us, and if you want to eat, it's up to you."

Yang Hao was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Qu didn't answer Yang Hao's words, turned his back to Yang Hao, curled up and lay on the ground, and said leisurely: "You'll know tomorrow, I'm going to sleep." ”

Yang Hao wanted to ask something more, but after a while, he heard a snoring sound.

sighed, sat on the ground and looked up at the bright night sky, and muttered: "Xia Dynasty, alas~"

In the dark night, the tribes lit by bonfires could only see the night patrol warriors walking, and a few moans rang from time to time in the fence where the slaves were.

Yang Hao listened to these voices, and his mood became even more irritable.

"These sand coins, they are all virtuous, and they are still in the mood, damn, Lao Tzu must not be the same as them, he must escape."

In his thoughts, Yang Hao became more and more sleepy, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

In the early morning, the noisy sound woke Yang Hao up from his sleep.

"Fuck, who's not going to let people sleep."

In a daze, Yang Hao scolded before he opened his eyes.

Suddenly, Yang Hao seemed to remember something, and suddenly stood up from the ground.

Looking at the dirty environment around him, as well as the naked men and women around him, the corners of Yang Hao's mouth twitched, realizing that all this was a reality, not a dream.

A burst of shouting and scolding pulled him back from his trance.

I saw these slaves, their eyes shining in one direction, and just when they were in some doubts, their arms were suddenly tugged by someone.

"I'm still stunned about what to do, and I'm eating."

Looking at the monkey-like figure in front of him, Yang Hao's face changed.

", wait for me!"

Yang Hao, along with these slaves, gathered in front of the fence gate and looked out of the door.

Outside the fence, more than a dozen men with short swords and stone axes stood in front of several rattan baskets, looking coldly at the slaves.

After seeing that the slaves were not behaving in an irregular manner, one of them waved his hand, and two people came over from the side, grabbed the food from the rattan basket, and threw it directly into the fence.

Looking at the food flying towards them, the slaves suddenly went crazy, pushing and shoving each other, trying to snatch the food into their own hands.

Only then did Yang Hao understand what he meant by what he said last night.

scolded in his heart, and he didn't care about any dignity or undignified issues, and joined in the act of snatching food with a hideous face.

Maybe it's because Yang Hao's body is still strong in this life, in the chaotic scramble, Yang Hao hurriedly left the crowd after grabbing two black food, in order to prevent others from snatching it, after being a little safe, he didn't hesitate to bite down.

But in an instant, his face became extremely difficult to look at.

This food made of something I don't know is smelling sick.

After only taking one bite, the unpleasant smell made Yang Hao's stomach churn for a while, and he almost vomited.

Holding back the nausea in his stomach, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and devoured the food in his hand.

A strong feeling of nausea made his face extremely ugly, covering his mouth and trying not to let himself vomit, he took a few deep breaths, and the churning in his stomach improved a lot.

The man outside the fence watched the slaves scramble as if he were watching a play, and from time to time he pointed to a certain slave and laughed.

"Fuck you, laugh, one day, I'll make you sand coins never laugh again."

Ten minutes later, the gate of the fence was opened, and under the drive of these dozen people, nearly 100 slaves walked out of the fence like sheep.

This scene reminded Yang Hao of the sheep he had seen on TV, but he was not the shepherd, but became the sheep that were driven.

Several times, Yang Hao could barely bear this kind of humiliation, and wanted to rush up and kill all those miscellaneous pieces.

But in the end, he let go of his clenched fist and slowly walked forward with the slave team.

While walking, Yang Hao secretly looked at his surroundings.

I didn't see the tribe he was in clearly last night, and now it seems that Yang Hao feels that this tribe is indeed very backward.

If there is one sentence, it is that the most backward African villages are hundreds of years more advanced than here.

Low thatched houses, dirty and messy environments, and warriors with weapons in their hands.

Although these warriors look quite strong, but in that casual state, in the eyes of Yang Hao, a military layman, these people can't even be regarded as soldiers, at most they are savages with weapons.

"A group of rabble, all wash their necks and wait for Lao Tzu."

Yang Hao spat on the ground, followed the team to the place where the tools were stored, picked up a strange-looking tool, and followed the crowd out of the tribe.