"How do you feel?" asked Wednesday again with a smirk.

"It's like eating, wanting to eat. Wednesday closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, his expression really looking like he had swallowed a few pounds of that thing.

"You are human, your world has your world's standards after all, it's not your fault, it's your bottom line, but ......" secretly looked at Wednesday, there seemed to be a bit of banter in his eyes, and he stopped halfway through his words.

"I'm human, my world, the bottom line, this world is still good, just a little too bad. Wednesday muttered softly, as if he didn't quite understand the dark words. It just so happens that the most thing about dark and Wednesday is time, and here, time is all still. So the darkness just quietly looked at the distance of this space, and there was a little playfulness on his expressionless face.

"Maybe it's because of the rules, right?" I don't know how much time had passed, but Wednesday suddenly spoke, speaking calmly.

"Rules?"

"Pretty much the rules, the rules are the constraints, the restraints are my behavior, and even the restraints are my thoughts, my consciousness, just like I will be hungry, and I will eat when I am hungry. These rules have been planted in my mind, and they are deeply ingrained. Wednesday explained vaguely.

"It's good that you understand this, after all, you're mortal and want to know something above the rules?"

"Yes!" Wednesday thought for a moment and gave a decision.

"What is higher than the rule is the law, and as for what the law is, you can understand it yourself. I'll wait for you. After he finished speaking, his palm waved slightly.

The scenery around you changes instantly, including Wednesday itself.

Move your body and remember yourself clearly on Wednesday, but your current body is not what Wednesday knows.

Weakness, weakness, pain...... A lot of negative emotions instantly poured into Wednesday's consciousness.

What the hell is this? That's the only thing on Wednesday's mind right now.

"Wednesday" was lying in a dark space, surrounded by the smell of foul odors, and the cries of women and children, and of course more wailing, the wails of all kinds of people.

Wednesday waited for the sight to slowly return to normal.

There was a little light outside, shining through the cracks in the dark space, making it unusually bright and dazzling.

There seemed to be the sound of water, and Wednesday held his breath, trying to discern some useful sounds from the noise.

"Where is this?" asked Wednesday aloud, but the sound startled Wednesday himself. It was hoarse like the sound of dragging broken wood on the sand, and the sound it made was not at all the Chinese that I had used for nearly 30 years.

"Are you better?" the same voice sounded next to him, and he said a string of babbling words, but fortunately Wednesday was able to understand.

"Hmm. Wednesday vaguely agreed.

Damn, I secretly got some place for Lao Tzu again, it's so neat, sooner or later, one day Lao Tzu will let me play to death. Wednesday cursed the darkness over and over again in his head.

"Where are we?" asked the people around him softly, in fact, even if Wednesday let go of his throat to shout, he couldn't shout, and now Wednesday is like playing a role-playing game, but the game is too real.

"I don't know, I should have been walking for four days, and I guess it's almost there. The hoarse voice next to him replied.

After all kinds of digging and talking about it on Wednesday, I finally figured out what I was doing.

It's 1848, it's in the United States, and on Wednesday it's on its way to a gold mine near Sacramento, California, to pan for gold.

Holy! Wednesday felt like swearing.

Gold Rush, a movement in the United States, as for the reason, I don't know, the historical background Wednesday doesn't know, Wednesday can know that the gold rush is because I have nothing to do with the web page to see, if it weren't for the sudden pop-up of beautiful women's advertisements on the page, Wednesday would not have clicked in, to accept such a period of knowledge. Now Wednesday is one more thing that we know – this sport will kill a lot of people.

It was getting dark soon, there was no sunlight in the gaps, and on Wednesday I felt that the temperature was much cooler. Soon Wednesday was sure that it was indeed dark, because the temperature was about to freeze Wednesday to death in this small black box, and Wednesday felt as if his back was going to be stained on the iron sheet under his body.

There was a sparse commotion, and Wednesday could tell it was the twitching of the chains.

Then there was a loud bang, and a faint light shone in from outside, and at the same time rushed in with choking dust. Wednesday finally knew what the black box he was in was.

"Get out of here, damn it, you, imbeciles, inferior races. The people outside were waving their hands and slapping the people in the box like they were driving livestock.

Wednesday struggled to pull himself off the tin sheet of the carriage, frowning and following the crowd out of the carriage.

The people, like donkeys, stood on the side of the carriage under the command of the whip.

Wednesday looked at the people around him, with black skin, raised his hands, Wednesday finally understood what role he had made for himself, and Wednesday even shook his legs slightly, as if he wanted to confirm whether the plots in some of the movies he had watched were true.

"Shit, damn thing, why are you dying here. With a burst of angry scolding from those with leather whips, several men jumped into the carriage and dragged out the bodies of several black men from the inside.

The body is as weak as Wednesday, and the spirit is also abnormally sluggish, and even Wednesday feels as if they are already in a state of more breath and less breath. Looking at their chests that were rising and falling faster and listening to their breaths getting shorter and shorter, Wednesday finally determined that they were indeed going to die.

"They're going to die. Wednesday moved his body and walked towards the "leather whips".

"Who let you out,. The whip slashed Wednesday's body on the head.

The pain in the heart instantly rushed into Wednesday's nerves, and Wednesday's weak body fell to the ground with the whip.

Wednesday felt like the hot liquid was running down the top of his head and onto his face.

"Damn, it's really unlucky, you four fools, hurry up, Lao Tzu will rush to California in three days, don't delay Lao Tzu to make money, you pigs. The "leather whip" crackled the leather whip in his hand, and commanded the four black men to dig the soft soil with shovels on the side of the road, and then took out cigarette rolls with several other "leather whips" next to them, lit them and smoked them comfortably, pointing at the black people in front of them from time to time and laughing unscrupulously.

Soon, the four blacks had dug the pit, and by this time, Wednesday found that only one of the few blacks lying next to him had died, still obviously with more air and less air in, and of course himself.

Wednesday wanted to struggle to get up, after all, from a professional point of view, he could still save it. It's a pity that a shiny leather boot completely dispelled all his thoughts, and as the leather boot pushed forward hard, he was the first to plant himself in the pit dug by the four black brothers, and then the weight kept smashing on his body, and Wednesday clearly knew that he had been smashed four times, just the number of black brothers lying on the top, and then a pile of sand and dirt slid down from the cracks in his body, and then there was the feeling of suffocation.