Looking at the kneeling statue in front of him, he stretched out his shriveled hand tremblingly, and gently stroked the cheek of the pottery statue.

"My clan has been defeated, and I have nothing to say if my clan was killed by you, but why did you not let go even after their death, trapping his soul in this pottery forever, why did you make such a cruel punishment."

The pestle was like a madness, pointing at Yang Hao and yelling.

Yang Hao walked to the side of the pottery statue with an expressionless face, pointed to the ravine in front of him and said: "Why is this so, you look at the white bones in this pit, what are their faults, why do they have to suffer so much."

You see the bones, it should be a mother and child, and such a small child should be killed like an animal.

All this is thanks to this man, and I have to let him kneel here forever and suffer so that these souls who died in vain can be appeased.

”

The pestle looked indifferently at the white bones in the pit.

"The purpose of the slave's life is only to sacrifice to the gods, and to be killed by noble men, it is their glory."

Yang Hao was angry with this strange theory and wanted to laugh.

"Glory, glory of fart, according to what you say, I am now the conqueror, that is the noble man, and this man was killed by me, and kneeling here is the glory I gave him, and you say yes and no, his soul should not hold a grudge against me, but should be grateful to me, right?"

Pestle was speechless by Yang Hao's words, and wanted to refute it, but found that what Yang Hao said was indeed right.

The noble dominates the fate of the lowly, and the truth of the operation of the world at this time, if you deny Yang Hao's statement, then you are denying yourself, denying the iron law of the world, and the pestle is silent.

Yang Hao didn't continue to speak, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go!" We've come here to disturb the rest of the soul, let's go look somewhere else! ”

The mortar was like an old walking corpse at this time, and there was no sparkle in his eyes.

Yang Hao, this old man is thinking, and it is not easy to accept new ideas, he just doesn't want this old guy to not go insane and fall into contradictions and can't extricate himself.

The carriage made its way along the muddy road.

As we slowly approached the river, the banks of the river were deserted from the city, and the ginseng was boiling and busy.

Yang Hao stopped the carriage and said, "Look over there, there are not many people behind you, just a glimmer of hope." ”

Pestle looked over there blankly, and saw that those people were not bitter and hateful, but were working with a smile on their faces, he was a little puzzled, he had never seen a person who could be so happy after hard work.

"Why is this happening, I haven't treated them badly, how can it be... How could it be... ”

Pestle's face was a little pale, and it was difficult for him to accept that his former clansmen would be grateful to the conquerors, and the way they looked was completely from the heart.

This cruel fact almost collapsed his worldview, and he couldn't understand why.

It's just that the lost soul repeats the two words: "Hope!" ”

After a long time, Pestle said in a deep voice, "What is their hope? ”

"Alive, alive with dignity."

Yang Hao said.

The pestle was silent again, this is simple to say, but how can ordinary people have dignity in this era, and only this madman in front of him will dare to do this at the risk of the world.

"I gave them the land, gave them freedom, these lands are their hope to live, there are no vicious soldiers with leather whips behind them to urge them, if you want to live better, you can only rely on your own hands to create, I have always believed in the words that man will conquer the sky, and the sky is endless; Fighting with the ground, the fun is endless; The people who fight with others, the pleasure is endless, and the hard-working people are the most admirable, they are the most honorable, and not those nobles who are like moths and only know how to demand, what do the priests think? ”

Yang Hao smiled.

Pestle looked at Yang Hao in shock, he couldn't understand why this young man was so arrogant and crazy, but what was even more fatal was that this crazy young man had wisdom that made him extremely frightened, and he estimated that there would be no more than one finger of people in this world who could have such a mind and wisdom.

This person is unfathomable, this is the only feeling that Yang Hao gives him.

"Do you think I killed your people, but aren't these your people, they have the same blood as you three, they worship the same gods, worship common ancestors, I kill only the degenerate who don't give them hope, I don't recognize myself as a conqueror, but a liberator."

Yang Hao said excitedly.

"Liberators?"

Mortar frowned.

Yang Hao said: "Yes is liberation, I want to let the world no longer oppression, become a real person, maybe this is the meaning of my ability to survive, if the gods have spirits, maybe this is the guidance of the gods to me, save the world and water and fire, pestle and mortar sacrifice, look at those people of yours, not that I need the knowledge in your brain, but them, every kind of witchcraft you have, it is possible to save a life." ”

Yang Hao was very satisfied with his righteous and awe-inspiring words, and said secretly in his heart: "Lao Tzu has moved himself, if you old thing is still stubborn, Lao Tzu will screw off your head." ”

Sure enough, the pestle looked at those people differently, and after a long time, the pestle sighed and said, "Leader Qi, let the old man think about it again." ”

Yang Hao nodded and said, "This is natural, it's not too early, I'll send the priest back." ”

The carriage turned around, and gradually disappeared into the river beach with the afterglow of the setting sun on its back.

Returning to the palace, Nujiao hurriedly greeted her.

"The weather is cold, the leader still has to focus on his body, the slave boiled some mutton bone soup for you, and the leader drank it to warm up."

After serving Yang Hao and taking off her heavy animal skin coat, Nujiao hurriedly brought over the warm mutton soup placed on the fire.

After Yang Hao drank a sip of the mutton soup with a strong smell, he felt a lot warmer when he read it, patted Nujiao's hand, and said softly: "I have a heart." ”

Nujiao smiled: "This is what a slave should do." ”

Yang Hao nodded and said, "After the Zhaohua Palace is ready in a few days, you can go over there." ”

When the female Jiao heard this, she said aggrievedly: "The slave wants to accompany the leader." ”

Yang Hao's face turned pale, and he said: "Hugh is messing around, you are now a concubine, you must have the appearance of a concubine, be more stable, otherwise what do you let those two palace people think." ”

Nujiao pouted, and said reluctantly: "The slave knows." ”

"Okay, you can stay here tonight, see how the preparations of Zhaohua Palace are every day, it will be your new home in the future, you see what else needs to be added, and it is better to prepare earlier."

Hearing that Yang Hao allowed herself to stay tonight, Nujiao suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled happily: "Hmm! ”