"Uncle Fan, look!" the girl stretched out her hand and pointed to the dark shadow in the distance.

In fact, the black-faced man had already noticed that side, but he didn't want to do much, so he pretended not to see it. At this moment, the girl pointed at him, and he pretended: "You guys go over and take a look, what's there? Don't be alarmed, Miss!"

Several of the servants immediately ran over and lifted the black shadow away.

The girl stood beside the soft compartment and screamed, and immediately covered her eyes.

The dark shadow was clearly a living person, who did not look very old, dressed in tattered clothes, with sunken eyes and a dark complexion, like a Yaksha.

This person is none other than Wei Zhen. He walked alone in the wasteland for several days, and gradually became confused in his heart, only to feel that the world was vast and he did not know where he should go, so he walked all the way at will, and gradually walked to the other end of the wasteland.

The black-faced man sighed, walked in front of Wei Zhen, and was about to close his chest to listen, when a small black shadow suddenly drilled out of Wei Zhen's chest, waving his teeth and claws at him and squeaking.

He looked fixedly, but it was a little monster that looked like a mouse at three points and a pig at seven points, grinning at him, trying his best to make a fierce appearance, and his round body like a pebble trembled to himself.

The black-faced man showed a hint of kindness on his face - this was obviously a little spirit beast that had learned to protect the master, he stretched out his right hand to hold Wei Zhen's left vein door, frowned slightly, and said in his heart: "It's okay, there is a breath of vitality." ”

The girl on the mammoth approached at this moment, dared to sneak a glance through her fingertips again, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Fan, is he still alive?"

Fan Dahan nodded helplessly.

"Save him!" the girl was overjoyed.

"It's not good. Bringing such a patient with him will affect the speed of the convoy. Fan Xing Dahan only came out to visit and found that Wei Zhen was still a low-level spiritual cultivator, and he didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble because of this.

The girl's eyes rolled, she grabbed the big man's arm and shook it gently, and begged softly: "Isn't there a shortage of slaves in the convoy, let him be a slave if you save him." ”

Fan Xing Han wanted to laugh but was embarrassed to laugh, where would they lack any slaves, just adding an unnecessary burden.

It's just that he seems to be extremely fond of this little girl, knowing that she is kind-hearted, he can't bear to refuse anymore, so he gestured behind him, and immediately a slave stepped forward to pick up Wei Zhen and sent him straight to the back of the convoy.

That night, when the convoy was stationed and settled, Fan Xingdahan checked Wei Zhen's injuries again, but fortunately, they were all skin injuries, and the coma was mainly caused by physical weakness and mental fatigue.

Fan Xinghan was about to start leaving, but he unintentionally saw Wei Zhen's lips and teeth squirming, as if there was an intermittent voice.

He was momentarily curious, and couldn't help but get closer and listen. After listening to it for a long time, I only vaguely heard four words that kept repeating "I am a sinner, I am a sinner......

Fan Xinghan's heart moved slightly, his eyes looked at the burden on Wei Zhen's side, and after a little hesitation, he finally opened it, except for dozens of old yellow paper printed with similar characters and non-character symbols, an ordinary black short stick, three pieces of bark and a pair of colorful small paintings, there was no identity in it.

"Hopefully it won't cause trouble!"

Wei Zhen was in a coma, only to feel that someone was wiping and feeding him, he wanted to open his eyes several times, but he couldn't even lift up a trace of strength, and in the haze, he seemed to hear a clean and crisp voice and asked, "Is he awake?"

This situation lasted for three days, and Wei Zhen felt that his physical strength had recovered little by little.

At noon that day, he finally had the strength to open his eyes, and when he looked around, he found himself lying in a strange bamboo bed, which swayed regularly as if in motion, and an ugly man with a pimpled face sat on a wooden pier on the side and took a nap.

He tried to get up, and as soon as his body moved, a weak sting pain swept over him, and he couldn't help but snort.

The ugly man who was napping was awakened by this slight exhalation, and when he saw Wei Zhen looking at him, a sincere smile immediately appeared on his pimpled face, and he kept gesturing while babbling in his mouth, it turned out that he was a mute.

The dumb man picked up a bowl of hot tea for Wei Zhen to take a few sips, then pointed at himself with his right index finger and pointed outside, and quickly ran out.

After a while, the curtain opened, and a big man with a black face walked in, followed by a little girl about eleven or twelve years old, who stood dumb in the doorway.

As soon as Fan Xinghan came in, he sat down on the opposite side without saying a word, as if waiting for Wei Zhen to speak first. The little girl's jet-black eyes kept turning around on Wei Zhen's face with a lot of curiosity.

Wei Zhen endured the pain, propped up half of his body and prayed: "Thank you seniors for saving your life!"

"Hmm!" the big man gestured, and without making many detours, he asked directly, "Young man, what is your name, how could you faint alone in this barren wasteland?"

In fact, after the dumb man went out, Wei Zhen had already guessed that someone would come to interrogate his origin and origin, and he had already prepared some rhetoric in his heart. After encountering the disaster of Maoshan Sect Extermination, his mind has become much calmer and more cautious in a few days.

"The younger generation Wei Zhen, the Ziwu people, just because of the tragic changes in his family, had to die here. His tone was half sad and angry, and his eyes were full of hatred, but it didn't seem like he was telling a lie.

Fan Xinghan was silent when he heard this, but he suddenly remembered one thing in his heart. The day before yesterday, the sect came with Lingjian news, a month ago, several major events happened between the Ziwu country and the Wuyue country where this wasteland is located, and the two sect masters of the Xuyun Sect and the Yue Sword Sect in charge of the country, together with a group of good hands in the sect, suddenly disappeared, which led to several battles for the country, and affected many spiritual sects and families.

He groaned a little in his heart, and he had already judged at the moment that the family behind this young man who claimed to be Wei Zhen was most likely the party behind the Ziwu Kingdom participating in the battle for the country. If things are just like this, it will not be a big deal, since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is Kou, and the battle for the country at the level of Ziwu and Wu Yue has not been taken into his eyes.

As if letting go of a matter on his mind, Fan Xing's brows loosened, and he asked casually: "Little brother Wei Zhen, do you have any other plans in the future?"

"I want to avenge my loved ones!" Wei Zhen's answer was simple and direct, but this time it was sincere.

"Do you know who the enemy is?" Fan Xingdahan's words carried a taste of pondering.

"I don't know yet. Wei Zhen's voice suddenly lowered - Fan Xing's casual question happened to be the crux of the question, and he had no clue about the enemy who had destroyed the sect.

"I'll definitely find out and find them in the future!" Wei Zhen clenched his fists, and his fingernails almost sank into the flesh.

His inadvertent action was immediately noticed by Fan Xinghan, and he couldn't help but appreciate the forbearance and tenacity he showed at a young age.

"Are you willing to be a slave?" After asking this sentence, Fan Xing's eyes were blazing, and he stared at Wei Zhen, with a hint of expectation in it.

The girl behind him had been silently listening to the two answers, until Fan Xing Dahan asked this sentence, and a glimmer of light burst out in her clear and flawless eyes, as if she wanted to hear the answer given by Wei Zhen.

"Human slave?" Wei Zhenxin was shocked, and there was a sense of anger on his dark little face, he thought that this black-faced man was deliberately humiliating him, and an unyielding will to die suddenly sprouted in his body.

"Hehe, I have some backbone at a young age. With your cultivation, even if you find an enemy, can you avenge your clansmen?" Fan Xing Dahan picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup, took a sip, and waited for Wei Zhen's answer.

Wei Zhen's body trembled slightly, his complexion changed several times, and there was a paleness on his dark face. Every time the black-faced man asks a question, it seems to be inadvertent, but every sentence hits the point. As he said, with the strength of his first-level spiritual warrior, if he does not improve in the future, even if he finds an enemy, what can he do, in the end, it will be just a vain.

At this time, he also vaguely understood the meaning of the black-faced man's question, and after hesitating in his heart, he asked in a weak tone: "Can a human slave learn spiritual skills?"

"Absolutely. The little girl behind Fan Xing's big man spoke crisply and answered him first.

Wei Zhen's hesitant gaze turned on her face, and then dodged away, at this moment, he actually had a deep sense of inferiority in his heart, he stared at the black-faced man again, and said categorically: "But I don't want to be a slave for the rest of my life!"

"What a 'I don't want to be a slave for the rest of my life', haha!" Hearing this, Fan Xing suddenly burst into laughter, as if this was the only way to express the emotion in his chest at this time.

As soon as he pulled the sleeve of his left hand open, a somewhat faded hunchback humanoid mark appeared on his left forearm, which was obviously a slave mark.

"Do you see clearly?" Fan Xing's eyes flashed, and his voice was like a bell. "No one wants to be born slave, but fate must be changed by oneself! With that, he got up and took the little girl away, and the heroic laughter still echoed in the barren and empty wasteland.

Watching the rugged figure leave, Wei Zhen only felt that an inexplicable hot blood in his heart was ignited in an instant, and another sharp and intense desire grew rapidly in his heart like a prairie fire.

At this moment, his thoughts were like the waves of the deep sea, and his mind suddenly remembered the lofty dream he had made with Senior Brother Sun Liuhou at the foot of that hillside, the two strange and affectionate names that had been engraved in the deepest part of his soul, and the lonely new tomb standing in the ruins of the Maoshan Hall at the top of Luoshan Mountain.

These many stirring thoughts finally turned into a loud tidal sound that swept back like the ebb and flow of the tide, echoing endlessly in his small mind.

"I'm going to get stronger!"

"I'm going to be so strong that no one can bully me!"

"I want to change the fate of this life on my own!"