After Bai Ye finished speaking, no one responded, all of them were indifferent, Mu Ran's eyes stayed in place, although he looked ahead, but there was no color and light, like a walking corpse alive but in the world.

Bai Ye has no words of insults and insults, these people do not know from which year and month, they have been slaves for generations, and the imprints of their eyebrows are like imprints on their bodies forever, indelible.

And this mark is engraved not only on their bodies, but also in the depths of their souls!

White Night took a deep look at them, they were almost exactly the same race as humans, but White Night knew that they were not human.

"Do you know who I am?"

Bai Ye asked, but still no one answered, and there was a silent dead silence.

"I paid for you from those monks, and I am your master. Your fate is in my hands! ”

Bai Ye said, no one spoke at the bottom, and his huge consciousness observed that the older the person, the more numb and thoughtless, only some teenagers who were not too young and not too old, and occasionally there would be a little fluctuation in their eyes.

"I have a bad habit. In general, I don't like to meddle too much, but tube, hopefully something will change. ”

"Don't you want to know why you were born slaves and were born with marks on your eyebrows?"

"And do you know a thing?"

Bai Ye smiled strangely, and there was finally a little fluctuation in the godless eyes of some old people.

"It seems that some of you still know. The imprint of your innate nature is not only engraved in your body, but also in your conscious soul. See what this means? ”

White Night raised his head, his eyes squinting at the group of walking dead.

"Understand, it means that we are sinners in all our lives, in the past, in this life, and in the next. We will not be liberated until the day of the end of our souls. ”

A thin old man spoke with difficulty, it was night, the night wind was cold, rolling up the wild sand of the desert, the sand particles rolled and rubbed on the ground, the sound of "rustling" sounded around, and the long dragon that was still in the desert became more and more silent.

"That's right, if nothing changes, you will be slaves for the rest of your life."

Bai Ye replied calmly, and after hearing this, many people lowered their heads one after another, and among the 100,000 people, there was an atmosphere of sadness and despair.

Bai Ye is not telling lies to bluff people, he has probed the consciousness of 100,000 desolate slaves with his own consciousness, and he sees that in the depths of each desolate slave's consciousness, the same imprinted totem is engraved.

The imprinted totem is very special, it is entangled in consciousness, and it can't be broken in the white night, just like the national health department stamps the slaughtered pork, and there are also people who stamp the soul and body of this race.

This seal is not only an official seal, but also locks their souls and imprisons their bodies, and they are slaves for life and life, and they will never be able to feel the aura.

So, they are outcasts, considered sinners by all races!

"You don't want to know about your ancestors' past? Why was he "guilty"? Is it really guilty, or is there a special reason? ”

Bai Ye asked again, perhaps feeling that Bai Ye was different from the other monks, a thin young man whispered in the crowd: "We know what our ancestors are, we are born sinners, a race abandoned by God. No one can change our fate! ”

"What is fate?"

The young man thought that his voice was very small, but Bai Ye's gaze fell directly on him, "Tell me, what is fate?" ”

Bai Ye asked again, the young man clenched his fists, his heart was horizontal, it was just a big deal, he was not afraid, he raised his head, and looked directly at Bai Ye: "We have been engraved with slave marks in our lives, despised by others, and looked down upon by all races. We were born slaves, we live in this desolate area, but we still can't escape, those monks, slave hunters will come. We wantonly slaughter, cook, ****. What is Fate? This is fate, this is our fate! Aren't you monks condescending, and that's all you want to hear? Come on, come and kill us! ”

The young man yelled at the white night, and the eyes of 100,000 people looked at him, and many people still had no god in their eyes, and they didn't even feel terrible about life and death. ……

Life and death, will it be terrible for them?

No!

What about death? Unless it is to completely wipe out their soul consciousness, they will still be slaves in the next life.

Someone once said that death is the greatest liberation in the world, and once you enter the cycle of samsara, you forget all about the past.

However, in the deserted slaves, life and death are liberated?

How absurd!

"Do you want to change your fate?"

Bai Yexiao asked, he had been looking for a race that could not be cultivated, but he didn't expect to meet a desolate slave here. Moreover, this desolate slave seems to be hiding a deep secret, otherwise it is impossible for someone to carve an immortal rune mark in their body.

When a word fell, no one answered, and it returned to the silent silence of the dry well.

"Do you really want to live like pigs and dogs forever?"

"Do you want your descendants to live forever like you?"

"You really don't want to know about your ancestors' past? And who carved an eternal curse in his body? Who are your enemies? ”

Bai Ye said one sentence at a time, 100,000 people were silent, and a dry voice came out of the thin old man's throat: "You are a monk, you should naturally hate us." Why help us? ”

"Helping you?"

Bai Ye seemed to have heard a funny joke, and he said, "I'm not helping you, but taking what you need." I bought you, and of course you have a valuable use. In addition......"

Bai Ye smiled weirdly, "Who told you?" I'm one of their monks! ”

100,000 people were speechless, and the thin old man asked, "What do you need us to do?" ”

"I need you to learn from me, and I'll teach you something that your ancestors probably knew and chased many, many years ago."

Bai Ye suddenly said something inexplicably, he had a terrible conjecture in his heart, perhaps......

He looked at the sky, the corners of his mouth hooked, and after tens of millions of years, or even tens of millions, there should be a very interesting scene.

He shook his head, thinking too far ahead, "What I need is not now, but in the future." ”

"Sit down, and rest here tonight."

With a wave of Bai Ye's hand, the sand particles in the desert immediately rushed madly, surrounding a huge city at a speed visible to the naked eye, blocking the cold evening breeze at night.

He plunged into the void with one hand, and he didn't know where it had reached.

Directly one of the lakes was imprisoned by him from the void and landed next to the city.

Hundreds of four-legged and nearly 100-meter-long fish fell from the sky and landed in front of 100,000 desolate slaves.

100,000 people were stunned by this method, this is simply a god and a demon!

"I will guarantee your food and accommodation for five years, and after five years, you have to solve it yourself, if you can't do it, then die!"

Bai Ye said extremely coldly, he was never a savior, he was not afraid of the strong, and he did not pity the weak.

"Learn what I taught you, what I have just done, and you will have the opportunity to reach or even surpass."

The eyes of 100,000 people finally fluctuated together, even if those old people who were like dead wood, the Heavenly Sin Clan, couldn't cultivate their spirits, they actually had a chance to change?

"Now, organize yourself, make a fire and cook."

Bai Ye jumped on the wall made of sand, and turned his back to the 100,000 desolate slaves.

The night breeze blows his clothes, and the long night will be a beginning, which will kick off the final prelude.

"Thank you, master!"

100,000 desolate slaves knelt down and kowtowed together, and this "master" came from their hearts.

"I am your master, but I am not your master. Your master is only yourselves, my name - White Night! ”

The white night turned his back on them, never looking back, and the cold voice spread from the city wall to the ears of 100,000 people.

Seeing that Bai Ye no longer spoke, 100,000 people got up, and under this starry sky, they divided labor and cooperated, looking for firewood to find firewood, to make a fire, and to cut fish meat.

White Night didn't give them any tools, they had survived in the wilderness for many years, and they already had a lot of knowledge to survive.

Under the night sky, piles of bonfires were lit, and the light of the fire reflected on the skinny, yellow, hungry faces, and there was a little hope in their eyes.

Although he knew that Bai Ye might not eat it, someone still brought Bai Ye grilled fish.

"Father, I want to eat."

Bai Ye waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to, but the little guy waved his little hand, but he didn't refuse, grabbing the grilled fish meat skewered with a twisted wooden stick, and eating it in a big gulp.

(Some holes, slowly fill in the book, want to know at once, too direct) (to be continued.) )