Due to the overwork during the day, everyone had fallen asleep early after talking, and no matter what they thought of Scoke, it would be tomorrow.

Wang Yuan couldn't sleep, he was thinking about his thoughts: Maybe it was the last time he slept in his life, why did he take such a big risk to save Shi Keqi? Because he wanted to know Wang Hu's whereabouts too much, and Wang Hu had a glimmer of hope if he was alive, and he hoped that he could barely be anesthetized and hypnotized to live.

If you die, you will be completely desperate, anyway, you can't survive for a few years, and sooner or later you will be tortured to death by barbarians. If someone tells you, you will go out and work hard, and fight a few to count a few.

The barbarians haven't discovered their identity as officers yet, and even if they do, they are just a small person, and maybe the barbarians don't bother to look at it, as long as they don't violate the rules they set, most of them can still live like twisted bugs.

There seemed to be a flash of light on the lower bunk, Wang Yuan turned over vigilantly, and found that a red light flashed on the bed where Shi Keqi was lying.

The black bedding is indiscriminately filled with moldy tampons and hay, and it is only one meter two in length, and it often can't cover the feet when it covers the chest, and it can't cover the chest when it covers the feet.

Shi Keqi slept on his stomach with his feet covered, of course, he couldn't cover it above the buttocks, and a certain flower was full of wounds and was not suitable for squeezing.

In fact, he didn't even want to cover his feet, and the smell of the bedding was so strong that he was sickened.

But by this time the weather is already autumn, the west wind is getting tighter, the cold is approaching, and the first snow on the grassland this year is about to fall.

Wang Bao had to pull the bedding to cover his calves for him, in fact, Shi Keqi wanted to say that it was not an extremely cold temperature, and he couldn't freeze at all, but he couldn't help but say nothing, and silently accepted the kindness.

The red light as big as a hemp rope went down on his back, moved to his hips and kept spinning in circles, and there was a faint smell wafting up.

Another red light came out of his back, repeating the action of the previous light.

Then one after another, a total of nine red rays of light swirled around Scoke.

The room is full of red light, and the smell is fragrant.

Wang Yuan was stunned.

Countless big people, from emperors to thieves, from birth to fame, there will always be some strange things to prove that he is the one chosen by God.

And then the man succeeded, and the wonder was written in a capital letter.

The most used joke is the room full of red light, which is fragrant.

Even those who don't like to read are aware of several such so-called records, and he scoffs at them, saying that God has ever spared anyone? It is just a vision from heaven to deceive the ignorant, and if he really wants to spread it everywhere, he will undoubtedly laugh off the big teeth of the wise.

Most of the so-called people chosen by God did not live to be 100 years old, and they went to the west after birth, old age, sickness, death, and burps.

If there are really immortals in the sky, why don't the immortals come forward directly, recite a good mile, coax, release the big move of moving mountains and reclamation, accept the worship of all people, and work hard to get a spokesperson.

Even if you choose a person, this person always has something extraordinary, such as immortality, such as soaring clouds and fog.

There was a person in the tent who woke up at night, and he couldn't even bother to release water for the time being, so he woke up his acquaintance.

You push me, I push him, and after a while, most of them woke up, some stood barefoot on the ground, staring dumbfounded, and some half sat on the bed, rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

There are really people in this world who have made this kind of vision, and Wang Yuan felt that it was worth saving Shi Keqi for the first time.

Someone outside the tent asked if the water was gone?

The nine red rays of light gradually converged into the shape of a dragon, the dragon's head was like a burning fireball, and the dragon's body rose into flames.

The fire dragon threw its head high and plunged headlong into Scoki's ass, shining so brightly that it stabbed people's eyes and emitted an incomparably dazzling light like a nuclear bomb explosion.

In the end, the light of the fire dissipated, like the sun falling into the western mountains.

The outsiders jerked open the tent, but saw nothing, and darkness flooded in.

The barbarians seldom entered the tents of the criminals, which were dirty and smelly, but they often sent Sun Rishun to inspect the camp with two dogs.

Now this guy has been beaten five times, and is lying in a small dilapidated house in the city of heaven to recuperate, and his grandfather and father are striking iron in the artisan camp in the city, where the conditions are much better, and they can already be called familiar slaves, not sinners.

Mature slaves, like animals raised by their masters, have a certain amount of freedom and have their own nests.

He was able to enter the city because of his grandfather's light, three generations of thirty years of criminals, and he had already obtained a permit to enter the city.

In the early morning, just after dawn, the battalion of the C-shaped craftsmen gathered by name, and a brute came to supervise according to the custom.

The battalions of the artisan battalion were called separately and were summoned together unless something important was announced.

Wang Wenkui was temporarily named as the acting battalion officer.

"C-shaped one?"

"To"

"C number two?"

"To"

......

"C number one hundred and twenty-seven?"

"To"

Wang Wenkui raised his head in surprise and saw that delicate and somewhat unfamiliar face.

It's too unexpected, there is still a breath left yesterday, and he can get up today, and he was originally going to tell the brute that he was going to be sick for a few days.

Wang Wenkui gave Wang Yuan a covert and fast look, got confirmation, and continued to read the number, and the roll call was quickly completed.

The barbarians who supervised the roll call did not participate in the punishment yesterday, only knew that Sun Rishun had taken sick leave, and when he saw that the number of people was right, the horsewhip volleyed a few times to indicate that the work time had officially begun.

A long queue entered the wooden house area from the five openings side by side.

On each of them stood four brute soldiers, with scimitars at their waists and horsewhips in their hands, staring fiercely at the sinners who entered.

Shi Keqi pretended to be lame and followed Wang Yuan into the barracks where the blacksmith worked.

Wang Yuan asked about his injuries again.

Shi Keqi said that it was not in the way, and it was still a little painful, but it was okay to walk and do things, and what was more serious than the pain was that the buttocks of the original pants were pulled into several strips of cloth, and it was okay to sleep at night, and he went out half-naked.

So he was embarrassed to requisition someone's pants on the top bunk.

"You...... I only have two in total, and I don't get any change if you take one, hey, forget it, I owe you in my previous life, you can wear it if you like. There's also a pair of floral panties under the pillow, so I'll give it to you. Wang Yuan slammed his mouth and said.

"See, people's cool behaviors are divided into extraordinarily cool and internally cool, among which the high realm of outer cool is to put on the head as a hat, the relatively high realm of inner cool is to wear the inner cool on the outside, and the most powerful is the Umegawa inner cool to see the fog. ”

"I originally liked the outer cool, but I'd rather be a person who looks at the fog in the Umegawa Neiku, and I don't want to wear that thing that can only be called white spots, so can you still call it Hua Neiku?"

The 200 people of the C-shaped battalion played weapons in a large wooden house, including scimitars, simple knives, one-handed two-handed swords, arrowheads, and even an iron pot for cooking vegetables and milk tea.

No one of the barbarians wanted to engage in artisan farming, and even the poorest people were accustomed to herding herds, and more than half of their military supplies and household iron articles were made by the criminals.

There were no other campers in this room.

In order not to let the patrol barbarians see that Shi Keqi could not strike iron, Wang Yuan arranged for him to pull the bellows, and here there are generally three or four people working in a group of labor.

Wang Leopard sledgehammer, Wang Yuan small hammer, a hammer and a hammer clang.

While banging and beating, Wang Yuan told Shi Keqi about the rules and regulations of the craftsman's camp.

You can rest for half an hour after four hours of work. Then work for four hours, rest for half an hour to eat and drink, and work for another four hours, for a total of twelve hours, and then you can call it a day and go back to sleep.

One day off a month, a chance to bathe in the river.

The barbarians will be given three days off for the feast of heaven, and some sick and dead sheep and horses and offal will be given an excellent food for the sinners.

In addition, in winter, the barbarians were allowed to cut down an appropriate amount of wood and pile it in tents for warmth, and if there was no wood, it was estimated that at least half of the convicts covered with thin quilts would freeze to death in the snowy and frozen grassland winter.

"Co-author, do you think I can still be in this cat winter?" Shi Keqi asked Wang Yuandao.

"Actually, I felt like you wanted to run in the morning, because you were afraid of a few of us?" Wang Yuandao, no matter whether Shi Keqi succeeded in escaping or not, he and Wang Wenkui would be implicated.

"To be honest, I want to find Zhenyin Temple, do you know this place?" Shi Keqi, who can't find Xiaolan now, thinks that he can complete this mission, so he didn't live in vain.

"It just so happens that I also have a question, you answer first, what was the red light on your body last night, and the eyes of the whole tent when you got up in the morning were full of awe when they looked at you. ”

Listening to the meaning of Wang Yuan's words, he seemed to know where Zhenyin Temple was, and Shi Keqi's heart suddenly ignited hope, as the so-called stepping on iron shoes and finding nowhere to go, it took no effort to get it.

"I used to get a red bead in an ancient temple, and then I accidentally swallowed it, and my body was a little mutated, and I could summon fireballs, including this red light masterpiece It is estimated that it is also the result of swallowing the beads. Shi Keqi candidly told the origin of the red beads, and added: "I didn't sleep last night." ”

"The beads are so magical, they can send fireballs and heal wounds, do you know what it is?"

"I don't know, there is no name engraved on the bead, I have some guesses in my heart, but I don't know if it's right. Shi Keqi paused, and continued to pull the bellows in his hand, but his eyes looked at Wang Yuan.

"Oh" Wang Yuan replied casually, hitting the iron with a hammer without a hammer, and he didn't mean to continue to ask.

He pondered for a while and said, "From here, about forty miles to the northwest, there is the Zhenyin Temple and the Heroic Soul Temple of the barbarians. ”

"It's okay, just have a general direction, I've been tracking for so long, I guess I'm almost at my destination. ”

"I heard that there are shamans who can't go back there, there are shamans who eat human flesh, and the Dahan people enter the place to kill, it is an extremely dangerous place, do you want to go to death or is there another reason?"

"In order to save General Wang's head, as for the rumors of eating human flesh, I am afraid that it is not accurate. "Scoch didn't hide it in the slightest.

He knew that Wang Yuan must have known nothing about what happened during this time, and roughly told Wang Liangqin's deeds.

The barbarians made rounds every hour, and the supervision was mainly done by the battalion officer and his two dogs.

Sun Rishun was sick and retired, and Wang Wenkui temporarily acted for him, but the two dogs were more arrogant than usual. But they knew that Wang Yuan was not easy to mess with, and as long as they completed the task every day, they didn't dare to embarrass him, and they often talked as if they didn't see it when they were working.

Only when the barbarians came in straightened their backs and looked alive. Of course, the barbarians don't plan to raise two full-time doglegs.

They still have to do some light work of polishing, and they can patrol and supervise everyone every twenty minutes, and they can beat and scold if they find laziness and other behaviors. Even though they sit and work as foreign grinders, their eyes are still sweeping around.