Neck-drawn, swinging knife, red blood sprinkled all over the ground.

The blood flowed and gathered, dyeing a small stream not far away, which was originally clear and clear, and it was extremely charming.

The young officer looked at the blood-stained stream, and he felt the urge to vomit, for it was the first time he had seen the blood of so many people.

The young officer recalled the tragic scenes of the slaves before they died, and saw the blood-red stream in front of him, and finally he could not hold back a spasm in his stomach and vomited.

The older officer walked up to the younger officer, patted him lightly on the back with his hand, and asked in a harmonious voice, "Are you feeling better?"

The young officer stopped vomiting and said, "It's much better." ”

The older officer looked at the red stream, and then at the young officer in front of him, who looked very unnatural, before he said, "Are you scared?"

"Scared, I'm afraid?" said the young officer, stunned.

"Yes, fear, fear of unknown death, fear of blood. The older officer said slowly.

"I, am I afraid?" the young officer's expression became even more confused.

"Child, I was just like you back then. The older officer's voice softened.

"Is it? Did my father vomit at the sight of death and blood as I did?" the young officer looked into his father's face.

"Yes, I too have been weak. But you have to know how to be a soldier like you, how to be a general in Cincinnati. The older officer suddenly raised his voice.

"I'm ......" the young officer opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"You must know that there is no mercy on the battlefield, justice is the aura of the victor, and besides, those who died are only slaves, is it worth it for you?" said the older officer.

"Yes, they're all slaves......" the young officer muttered.

"Yes, they are all slaves, I don't tell you again and again, this world is the world of the strong, tears and sorrow cannot be exchanged for other people's emotion and sympathy, only the strong have the right to speak, and those slaves are the weak in this world, the weak eat the strong, the weak eat meat, the strong eat it, this world is like this. The older officer shouted.

"The weak and the strong, the weak eat the strong, the slave is the weak......" the young officer just repeated these words.

"Hey. The older officer looked at the younger officer and sighed before saying, "Okay, you'll understand later." ”

The older officer sighed and walked away, leaving the young officer alone at the head of the stream, looking at the blood-red water for a long time.

Nalan Xingtian also saw this scene in the slave ranks, he suddenly felt that his life was so fragile, so humble, he felt even more insignificant, he could only watch the bloody slaughter in front of him, no...... Why, why, why so!

Isn't a slave a human being? Is the life of a slave so low? Why?

He saw the soldiers raise their swords, he saw the slaves bow down and be killed, he saw the heads of men fall to the ground, blood splattered, he saw the soldiers wipe the blood from their knives with a cloth and the faces of the heads fell on the ground with terrible expressions, he saw the headless body untouched, let the snakes, insects, rats and ants divide and tear him apart, and the red blood soaked the earth and stained the stream......

This is no longer the peaceful place of the Earth Age, where human life is as low as a mustard.

He once thought that he would live peacefully with his friends in Loulan, he thought that there would be a qualitative change in the method of learning battle qi when he encountered Qin Youyou, and he thought that after crossing over, with the help of the Apocalypse Golden Finger, even in the other world, he would be able to live a worry-free life with no worries about food and clothing, and smooth sailing.

However, the harsh reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

This is not the so-called virtual reality world, and he is not a person who is said to have the aura of the protagonist, except for a Apocalypse smart chip that scans, analyzes, and stores data, he has nothing, and he has no resistance in the face of emergencies in this world.

Nalan Xing Ning Tian felt a pang of panic in his heart, the gloom of the future and the shadow of death enveloping his heart.

Nalan Xingtian and Sanger glanced at each other, and what they saw in each other's eyes was fear and confusion.

The slave procession continued to set off, and without the drag of the seriously ill slaves, the journey was significantly faster, and the remaining slaves were afraid that they would have the same fate as the previous slaves because of the previous experience, and the journey was even faster.

Nalan Xingtian's thoughts were always immersed in the dead slaves, and he felt a kind of sadness, and he wondered if his fate would be the same as theirs in the future.

The march of the slaves was expedited, and in less than a few days they reached their destination, a gold mine on the Cincinnati border, nestled among the mountains, deep among the mountains.

The slaves were reassigned and imprisoned in underground cells, which were covered with hay and soft to step on, with the walls of the cells against the corners of the roof, and a small skylight that allowed a little sunlight to shine in so that the cells would not be dark.

After a long journey to this cell, the other slaves imprisoned in this cell couldn't help but feel tired and fell into a deep sleep in this relatively comfortable and comfortable environment.

Nalan Xingtian had a dream, a very chaotic and long dream.

He dreamed that the dead slaves on the bank of the stream, a headless corpse stood up again, they carried their heads, and walked towards Nalan Xingtian step by step, the head was bloodless on its face, stiff and rigid, but it was full of resentment and unwillingness, complaining about the injustice of fate, all their heads seemed to be repeating a sentence, very thin and weak, almost inaudible, Nalan Xingtian listened attentively, only to hear: "The weak eat the strong, the weak eat the strong, the weak eat the strong, the weak eat the strong......"

The scene in the dream changed again, this was in Loulan City, in the small shop he opened, he saw Wright, Yilu, and Xiaohu were busy in the small shop, Xiaohu's injuries seemed to have completely improved, and he moved completely freely.

It's just that in that small shop, there is not a single customer, and it is terrifyingly deserted.

Nalan Xingtian pushed the door in, and he waved his hand at Xiaohu, Yilu, and Wright, and the three of them turned a blind eye. Nalan Xingtian felt strange, and he called the names of Xiaohu, Yilu, and Wright in turn, and the three of them turned a deaf ear. Nalan Xingtian is even more strange. He reached out and touched it, but he threw himself into the air, and the scene in front of him was only a shadow.

Wright, Yilu, and Xiaohu sat around a table, and they seemed to be talking about something.

Yilu's eyes were still red, and it seemed that not long after crying, Wright and Xiaohu had a quiet look on their faces.