After more than ten days of tossing and turning, Ye Chengcheng was taken by slave traders through one town after another.

Everywhere they went, a few slaves were sold, and there were fewer and fewer people in the ranks.

Since the slave trader Lao Ba found out that she had a beautiful face, he did not embarrass her anymore, but kept her alone in an iron cage, pulled by a carriage, and on weekdays, the iron cage would be covered with a thick layer of oilcloth, which would not be lifted until the end of the day, and would only be lifted at night.

In the past ten days, she has not eaten well, but she has been able to eat enough.

Compared to the other slaves who were dozens of people crammed into a small iron cage and relied on the slave traders to scatter rotten food every day, Ye Qingcheng almost lived a princess-like life.

Ye Chengcheng is trying to eat every day, her body is too weak now, she has to eat fatter to have strength.

She had carefully observed, this seemed to be a border city between Daliang and another country, from one city to another, there were many caravans coming and going, and all kinds of people were mixed in it, most of them were Han people she was used to, and there were also many high-nosed foreigners. The leader of this slave trader, Lao Ba, is a Rouran man.

Daliang and the surrounding countries trade, the city gate will only be closed until night, but there are heavy guards and patrols, Ye Chengcheng calculated the time, almost every city patrol interval is about the same.

After a few days of listening and watching, Ye Chengcheng also had a general understanding of this world. The land where she is now is the boundary of Daliang, Lao Ba is a Rouran person, although there is no slavery system in Daliang, but Rouran still has it, what they do is to bring slaves captured from other places to Daliang for sale, and the Daliang people are much more generous than the Rouran people. The government of Daliang did not prohibit the slave traders of Rouran from selling slaves, but they did not allow slave traders in their own country, which means that the people of Daliang were only allowed to buy and not sell. In this way, the slave is much more valuable in Daliang than in Rouran.

Running is a must run, is it really going to be sold by a group of ancients like a commodity? It's just that this run must not be as reckless as last time.

She was half-leaning in the cage, looking at the stars in the distance, but her thoughts were flying farther and farther. She felt like she was dead, and she didn't know why she was here. She had no idea who the original owner of this body was. She has examined herself, her skin is delicate and creamy, her fingers are slender, she should be pampered, as for why she woke up and came to the slave trader's camp, she was also confused, could it be that the original owner of this body was abducted and sold? It's stupid.

"Hey!" A stout man, banging on the fence of an iron cage with an iron chain. Ye Tingcheng immediately clumped his body together and looked at him with frightened eyes.

The stout man was very satisfied with Ye Tingcheng's reaction, grinned, revealing a mouth full of scorched teeth, he used the key to open the lock of the cage, put the shackles in his hand on Ye Tingcheng's delicate neck, and dragged her hard to the iron cage.

Ye Chengcheng didn't struggle, and obediently followed the man to a fireplace.

She didn't have shoes, and her feet hurt from the rough sand on the ground, but she smiled coldly in her heart, the more it hurt, the more it kept her calm.

The fire was already kneeling with slaves ready to be branded.

One by one, their expressions were blank, and they were caught by the fire like corpses by strong men, and the exclusive marks of slaves were imprinted on their shoulders or cheeks with a burning red iron.

The smell of burnt flesh and screams reminded me that the red fire reflected the distorted and painful faces of the slaves and the smirks on the faces of the slave traders.

The slave trader Lao Ba sat on a chair on one side, drinking wine and squinting at the slaves being branded one by one.

In his eyes, what he walked in front of him was endless wealth, not a fresh human life.