When Cang Luochen turned around to leave, the little slave who had been silent suddenly opened his mouth and said intermittently that he would not leave.

Cang Luochen turned around to look at him, and this time he changed Cang Luochen with a puzzled expression: "You don't want to go home?" ”

The little slave changed his vigilance and rejection, and instead showed helplessness, he held the small piece of broken silver in both hands, as if he had to exert all his strength to say a word: "No home." ”

Cang Luochen was silent for a moment, there were too many homeless people in this war-torn era: "But I don't need slaves." ”

"I ...... I'll follow you. The little slave raised his head, and a pair of big eyes seemed to look at Cang Luochen as stubbornly as if they were watery in the past.

Cang Luochen suddenly remembered the deer running in the woods, such a pure gaze.

This time I came to Cangluochen in Northern Xinjiang to have important things to do, but I met this kid by chance and thought it was interesting, and I said that maybe it was fate, so I bought him from the slave traders. But at this moment, the kid insisted on following him, which made Cang Luochen a little difficult.

But there are priorities, and even if she feels pity, she will not delay the business for an irrelevant person.

Cang Luochen was ruthless: "I still have something to do, you can go by yourself." ”

"Nope." The child's voice was firm.

"Keep going south, to Yuyang Gorge, there may be a place for you." Cang Luochen will not say more, and strode towards the slave market, what she can do has been benevolent and righteous.

Ignoring the child, Cang Luochen returned to the slave market.

At this time, it was close to noon, and the people in the market were gradually becoming scarce, so Cang Luochen walked around the market again, and she did not leave until the crowd gradually dispersed.

**

On the way back, a group of slave traders suddenly saw a foot peeking out from behind a haystack. Immediately, several people looked at each other, and their hearts were happy, and they quietly stopped the carriage, and the two thugs outflanked the haystack with light steps, one left and one right.

The two of them tiptoed forward, only to see a person leaning against the haystack, the man's coat was torn a few big holes, revealing the cotton wool inside, his face was sallow, and he closed his eyes and did not know whether he was dead or alive.

One of them glanced at his companion: "Let's see if I'm dead." ”

The thug stepped forward with a dagger in his hand and probed his nose: "Alive." ”

"Great, take it!"

**

Behind the carriage was a log cage, crowded with people, and a foul smell filled the body.

The two thugs picked up the seemingly unconscious Cang Luochen and threw him into the cage, jolting all the way until the carriage stopped in the evening.

Cang Luochen had already woken up at this time, and was alone in the corner with his head bowed, as if he was extremely frightened, but his ears were not idle for a moment to listen to the movements around him.

In the evening, the slave traders stayed at the inn, leaving only one thug to look at the cage containing Cang Luochen and other slaves.

The thug tilted his head and took a sip of wine, the night wind in the north was even colder to the bone, he tightened the cotton clothes on his body and scolded: "People eat meat and drink wine inside, Lao Tzu is here to watch you damn it, it's really bad luck." ”

The slaves beside him cowered together in fright, and occasionally a few suppressed sobs could be heard.

These slave traders all made a living from the slave trade, but in fact, where could there be so many slaves to sell, most of them were refugees who had fled, or homeless and desperate families, and some were forcibly captured like Cang Luochen.