The originally lazy and crooked slave ranks were also neatly organized at this time. The officer looked at the fearful look in the slaves' eyes, and there was another wave of satisfaction. He rolled up the bloodstained whip that was dragging on the grass before pointing to the dark and deep mine not far away, and said, "Listen, slaves, all you need to do is to go into that mine, dig out the ore in it, and carry it out, and in the meantime, if there is a slave who does not obey the order and dares to resist, he will end up with the same fate as the slave just now." ”

The officer paused, and then said, "The same goes for the wounded or seriously ill slaves in the mines, where there is no spare food to feed the wounded or sick. Now, let's get started!"

The slaves began to work, and they began to travel back and forth to and from the mines, carrying out huge pieces of heavy ore and piling them up on wagons.

Nalan Xingtian was among them, and several times, he carried a piece of ore and walked to the carriage, and the sudden whip made him stumble and almost fall to the ground, and he heard the officer's voice shouting: "What are you doing?

It was noon, and the officer gave the order to rest and eat. The slaves who were busy in the mines put down their work and went to the wide meadow.

Nalan Xingtian casually found a place to sit down on the grass. He looked at his shoulders and arms, which were scratched by the hard edges of the ore. On his shoulders and legs, several whip marks had been deeply embedded in the flesh, and he reached out to touch them, feeling a burning pain.

Several soldiers, each carrying a large wooden barrel, were serving food to the slaves. When Lun arrived at Nalan Punishment Heaven, he took the tattered magnetic bowl handed by the soldier, and the soldier scooped a bowl of food from the wooden barrel into the tattered magnetic bowl.

The food in the bowl was gray and green, and it was like a paste, and I don't know what it was made of. He put the bowl to his lips and took a sip, crying at the taste of the food, and then his tongue felt a tingling of astringency.

He stared blankly at the magnetic bowl, thinking about the food he had eaten in Loulan City since he was a child, and Jing had never eaten such an unpalatable thing. This is compared to before, and my previous life was heaven. He thought of the basket of food that Qin Youyou gave him on that cold night, and the words he said to himself vividly. Relative to this moment, this situation and this scene is another sigh of emotion, all kinds of tastes, all kinds of feelings, all in my heart.

"Boy, why are you in a daze? don't you want to eat all the food in your bowl?" a voice sounded in Nalan Xingtian's ears.

Nalan Xingtian looked up and saw a slave sitting next to him talking to him.

The slave laughed dryly, looked at the bowl that had already been eaten in his hand, and then looked at the food that had barely touched in Nalan Xingtian's hand, the slave stretched out his hands and snatched the bowl in Nalan Xingtian's hand at once.

"What are you doing, this is my food. Nalan Xingtian shouted, reaching out to get it back.

The slave broke free of Nalan's entanglement and kicked him hard.

Seeing this, Sanger pounced on him, knocking the slave to the ground.

Seeing this, Nalan Xingtian pounced, and he swung his fist and smashed it into the slave's face with all his strength.

The slave was in pain, and casually put down the bowl to fight back, Nalan Xingtian immediately sat on the slave's body, hit the slave's nose with his forehead, and slammed his fist.

The slave was in pain, and screamed loudly and begged for mercy, "Master, don't fight, I'll give you back what I eat."

"Get out of here. Nalan Xingtian roared.

The slave stood up, wiped the nosebleed that had flowed, and walked away.

Nalan Xingtian took back the bowl containing the food, then walked to the side and sat down, looked at the paste food and hesitated slightly, then devoured it, and quickly ate it clean.

The days that followed were so monotonous and boring, with the slaves busy in the mines, working at sunrise and resting late at night, with the occasional faltering step in exchange for a whipping.

Day after day passed, and there seemed to be no end to such a painful and inhuman life. During this period, Nalan Xingtian witnessed the gradual languishing of a slave around him, pain, confusion, scars, and hunger, which led them to their final death one by one. He saw the world hot and cold, and the people were warm and cold.

The so-called law of the jungle is also vividly embodied in this world. Many questions that were unclear in my mind later have also been relieved here. Nalan Xingtian somewhat understood, it turned out that the human beings who had lost the cloak of civilization were just a group of hungry and greedy beasts, and perhaps, the beasts did not have the cruelty and sinister of humans.

Darkness is the master of this world, Dugu is the emotion of this world, numbness, is the only feeling of oneself, life and death, is no longer obvious. The fear of death is also in the face of the passing of life, disappearing without a trace. Sometimes, Nalan Xingtian felt that he had no soul, and that he was left with a body like a walking corpse. Sometimes, he wished he had died, so that he might not have to endure the pain of being alive again.

Nalan Xingtian gradually felt that he was becoming weak, he felt that his steps had staggered, he felt that his vision was becoming hazy, he felt that his consciousness had become blurred, he felt that the sky and the earth were subverted, and he felt that the ore on his shoulders was as heavy as a mountain.

"Hey, man, what's wrong with you, how do you feel. Nalan Xingtian's ears rang with Sange's voice.

"I feel bad. Nalan Xingtian faltered and said with some difficulty.

"Man, hold on, didn't you tell me that there is hope in life, and if you don't feel well, I'll give you more food at lunchtime. Sanger said again.

"No need, thank you, you can't eat enough, you're right, there is hope in life, I can do it myself. Nalan Xingtian froze, and then walked to the side of the minecart, unloading the heavy ore on his shoulders and placing it in the minecart.

"What are you doing, don't talk to each other. Work hard, or you won't have anything to eat at noon. The patrolling soldier approached, flicked the whip in his hand, and roared loudly.

Nalan Xingtian and Sange glanced at each other, stopped talking, and silently turned around and walked into the mine.

Time passed, but the situation did not improve in the slightest, and the daily work was only back and forth between the mine and the minecart, and the desperate vitality seemed to have no hope.

Nalan would count in his cell every night when he was resting, and a line was carved into the wall with stones to indicate that the day had passed.

When he was resting in the cell that night, Nalan Xingtian couldn't sleep, he carefully counted the lines on the wall that he had drawn with stones, and muttered as he counted: "One, two, three...... 15.16...... Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, it turns out that it has been thirty days. ”

"Hey, man, we've been moving ore in this gold mine for a month, and it's so fast, we don't even notice it. Sanger's voice came from the cell next door.