The sun is blazing.

The officials hid in the shade of the trees, lazily watching the figures of the Tuntian guests moving with difficulty under the scorching sun.

Xuchangtun is the earliest piece of tuntian in the Great Wei Dynasty, and it is also the most complete.

A day in the day of a Tuntian guest is clearly arranged.

There are fixed times when to eat, when to drink, when to laze, and when to sleep.

In addition to completing the labor set by the government, Tuntianke was sometimes dragged into the fields of the leaders of the noble clans and continued to work.

Malone was uncomfortable at first, feeling like a cow and horse, but after a month of staying, he suddenly found that he was a little used to it.

Accustomed to the walking dead around me, accustomed to being so tired every day that I don't have to think about it.

But if a person can endure one day in the mud, he can endure a month, a year, and then a lifetime......

In the middle of the night, the numbness and despair sink deep into the bone marrow.

Occasionally, you can hear the cry coming from the wild, I don't know if it's the ashes of the wild ghosts, or the sound of the wind.

There are more and more "green cattle".

Since Sima and his son came to power, they ordered hundreds of officials to recommend talents, rectify discipline, and make them have their own duties, and the government and the opposition are solemn and clear.

But this clarity does not belong to the people in the mud.

It belongs to the scholars, doctors, scholars, and Confucian scholars.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

When a wealthy family rises, there are also thousands of people and people who are stepped into the dark abyss.

The fields were taken away, the wives and children became slaves, the young and strong became the tuntians, and the old and weak were driven into the wilderness, leaving to fend for themselves and left unattended.

"Heh, heh, you want to go?" "Old man" Wei Eleven stared at Ma Longdao.

It was as if a ghost was staring at another person who was about to become a ghost.

Malone frowned, no one wants to stay in this ghost place for a lifetime, his hands are secretly exerting force, the green tendons are stretched, and the whole person is slightly arched like a leopard, which can break the neck of Eleven in the shortest possible time.

There is an order in Tuntian that anyone who reports a fugitive can be rewarded with a cow bone and rest for three days once it is verified.

Those who were caught would be nailed to a stake between the ridges, whined to death for three days, and their broken bodies would be eaten by snakes, insects, rats and ants, and then burned into a black bone.

Wei Eleven giggled, especially in the middle of the night, not afraid of Ma Long's eyes, a few sparse yellow teeth supported the big mouth like a black hole, and the wooden staff supported his trembling body, "Five years ago, I had the same idea, but I didn't have the guts at that time. ”

His voice was unusually low, as if he had used all his strength to utter these words.

"You're still a human being, and we've become ghosts." Wei Eleven cried again.

The cry was contagious, causing others to cry.

"What to cry about! You lazy ghosts, dead ghosts, disturb grandpa's sleep. ”

Bang, bang, bang......

The guards smashed their sticks on the barracks.

The crying stopped abruptly.

All the sounds were gone.

The caretaker walked away satisfied, not even bothering to take a look.

Malone turned his face, only to see a pair of eyes behind him glowing in the moonlight.

"Run, run...... Before a person dies, he always has to do one or two decent things. Wei Eleven's voice suddenly perked up, with a little living breath, and then his gaze swept over the pair of expectant eyes.

As more and more green cattle join, they become more and more useless.

There are more and more black skeletons in the ridges.

"Boss, I—I'm going to pee." One of them went out of the camp.

He didn't take two steps, but he was grabbed by Wei Shiyi's arm, stared at him with ghost-like eyes, and said with a smile: "Wang Heifu, are you going to denounce us?" So many people, enough to free you from slavery. ”

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Wang Heifu's whole body trembled, and he barely squeezed out an ugly smile, "The head is laughing......

In the middle of speaking, a black shadow slammed down, and there was a muffled sound in the darkness.

Wang Heifu's whole body froze.

Then, the second and third strokes of the wooden staff in his right hand fell on top of his head......

Until Wang Heifu fell softly.

Wei Shiyi opened a secret door in the corner and said hoarsely: "Run, run!" ”

The Tuntian guests swarmed in.

Ma Long helped Wei Eleven down and glanced back at the corpse on the ground, but there were already more than a dozen Tuntian guests surrounding him like crows.

A bloody breath permeated the ......

There were no fingers in the dark passage, and the smell of rancid smell wafted in the breeze.

The eyes of the Tuntian guests could not see anything, and they struggled to crawl forward in the narrow corridor.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally saw a ray of white moonlight falling overhead.

Climbing out of the tunnel, Malone suddenly found himself standing in a mass grave.

The green phosphorus fire shines like a ghost around it.

Not far away, the Tuntian camp was silent in the night.

The Tuntian guests cheered and dispersed.

Ma Long was about to help Wei 11 to walk, but was grabbed by Wei 11's hand and shook his head, "It's not time yet, lie down!" ”

Ten had been lying upright in the rotting bones.

Malone was stunned for a moment and also lay down.

The whole body is enveloped in the strong rancid stench around it.

After lying down less than half a stick of incense, an exclamation was heard in the barracks: "Ran away!" Tuntian Ke ran away! ”

It was as if a pebble had been thrown into the lake, and the sound of dogs barking, horses' hooves, and howls came from far and near.

Footsteps also sounded in the tunnel, and more than a dozen soldiers came out and walked past Malone with a "creak" of corpses.

"They're in front!"

The barking of the dogs grew louder and louder, and the horses neighed.

Then came the desperate screams of the Tuntian guests, tearing through the night.

Malone simply closed his eyes.

But Wei Eleven, who was beside him, opened his eyes, looking at the starry night sky, and he didn't know what he was muttering.

At dawn, everything fell silent again.

"Let's go, let's go......" Wei Eleven's voice trembled slightly.

But it was not the excitement of escaping.

Malone protected him and continued to flee into the darkness.

He seemed to be familiar with the place, pointing to the path in the dense forest, repeatedly avoiding the cavalry and hounds.

But his voice grew weaker and weaker.

After a few hours, the sun finally rose, dispelling the cold and death from their bodies.

A small river, an abandoned field, a house that has long since collapsed, has been sealed in cobwebs and fallen leaves for an unknown number of years.

He threw himself into the field like madness, grabbed a puff of soil mixed with stones and stuffed it into his mouth.

Malone was stunned.

This is not a good field, and less than a dozen steps from the collapsed house is the wall of a large manor.

The laughter of men and women could be heard faintly from within the walls.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not the same.

It wasn't long before Eleven's madness subsided, and he crawled to the back of the collapsed house, where there were five small dirt bags that were arched high and low.

He climbed into the dirt bag, a strange look of serenity on his face.

"Housheng, please do one thing, bury me here......"

"You're already out, why are you looking for death?" A great sorrow hung over Malone's heart.

"I should have died a long time ago...... I can't live anymore, it's enough to die with them, it's enough, it's enough......" As he spoke, he slowly closed his eyes, his face becoming calmer and calmer, as if he was asleep......

Malone covered his face and suddenly burst out laughing, and there was indescribable pathos in his laughter.