The sun shone on them, the rain poured on them, and the wind blew on them.

The anklets dragged their feet, the handcuffs clenched their fists, one after the other, and walked day after day, and after fifteen days, they finally arrived at the palace.

Xiong Ming was just as exhausted as the other slaves, and everyone was starved to the bone.

The cocoon on his feet was reborn several times, and the last blood still broke out of the cocoon.

Xiong Ming looked at the gate of the palace stupidly, didn't think about anything, only thought about one thing, if he went in, could he go out again in the future!

Because he is still fantasizing that if he goes out one day, he will go to find the man in black who killed his parents, Li Hu and Zhang Long who whipped Xia Wencai to death, and the manager Wang who tortured Li Lan to the point of being inhuman, and killed Li Lan.

"Number Eight! Get in! ”

The helpless Xiong Ming fantasy is over, and the real slave life begins.

He knew that when he went in, he ended his freedom.

He understands that slaves have no thoughts, no illusions, and even less dreams!

He understands that slaves are called by others, and they are called to the east, but they dare not go to the west, and they shout to stand and not sit!

He knows that the life of a slave belongs to others, and if you want to eat, you will eat, and if you want to starve, you will have to endure it!

In fact, it is better to live humbly than to die noblely!

However, the life and death of slaves are also beyond their control, they don't want you to die, you have to live a humble life.

They are a bunch of slaves who have no right to life and death!

Abominable hearts, evil ways!

Why are there slaves!

All of them are locked in cells like cells, the outside world is not visible at all, and the inside is reserved for them to be eternal darkness!

Thirteen people were separated, but the original handcuffs and shackles continued to accompany them, maybe this was the slave yoke! Slave signs!

"Eight!"

Here comes the food deliverer.

Trembling, he scooped porridge for them, afraid of an extra grain of rice.

Xiong Ming was holding a broken bowl, how could it be the same as the one who was going to commit it, it was not as good as the dog bowl at their original house.

Slaves are like that, not as good as slaves of dogs!

The cell was exceptionally silent, except for the sound of "snoring" from porridge, which was the sigh of "hey".

Half a bowl of porridge, how could it be possible to feed their hungry bellies.

Xiong Ming licked the bowl a few times with his tongue, and after that, his mouth was still ringing in the bazaar.

The slaves next door all glared at him angrily, as if they were going to swallow him, it was Xiong Ming's actions that angered them, they were already very hungry, and they were even more hungry!

Everyone's eyes were staring at him, as if they were about to run out of their sockets.

Xiong Ming saw their anger, so he had to keep his mouth shut, even if he was reluctant, he still put the broken bowl on the ground.

I walked for fifteen days, I was hungry for fifteen days, how could I not be hungry, half a bowl of porridge has not been stuffed between my teeth, and the porridge in the bowl is gone, and it has not reached the stomach at all, let alone into the stomach.

Xiong Ming covered his empty stomach and slowly lay down, he wouldn't give food anyway, so he could only wait for the second meal.

Now there is nothing left in his head to think about, the only thing he thinks about is when to eat.

With this waiting, he felt that people had strength again.

Waiting to eat!

He doesn't want anything anymore, the people who love him are dead, and it doesn't matter if he lives well or not, as long as he has a full meal, it is his greatest wish!

Staring at the window outside, he had to wait until it was dark, and then wait for dawn before he could eat!

Finally, when it was dark, he knew that it was close to dawn, and hope was near.

One of the slaves went crazy and hit his head against the wall and bled out, but no one cared about it, and the caretaker just stood outside the door, looked at it, and left.

There was a slave who cursed indiscriminately, and the caretaker came in and gave him a whip, and he was knocked unconscious!

No one breathed, only sighed, and they all stared blankly at their broken room.

Xiong Ming didn't pay attention to the others at all, his eyes kept staring out the window, he was waiting for dawn!

In the dead of night, I occasionally hear the barking of dogs and the croaking of frogs.

Keep your eyes on the dark outside, I don't know how long!

The slaves in the next cell fell asleep one after another, tired, tired, sleepy.

I don't know which room it is, and there is a sound of snoring, but it doesn't affect the rest of the people's sleep, how can they hear it when they are tired!

Xiong Ming couldn't sleep, and secretly counted the numbers "one, two......" in his heart, because when he was a child, his mother once taught him that if he couldn't sleep, he would count, and he would fall asleep soon.

I don't know how many times he counted it, Xiong Ming continued to count, because he couldn't sleep at all, his mind was full of the shadows of his parents, and Li Lan's desperate expression.

He didn't know how long it would be, but he finally fell asleep, but it was about to dawn.

"Eight!"

When Xiong Ming woke up, the leather whip was entertaining him.

"Everyone is awake, what are you still dreaming of!"

Caretaker A whipped him in the leg.

His blood was like boiling water, with a burning rage, and his eyes were like flames about to burn all things, and they were directed at those who had whipped him.

"How dare you look at it like this, you sleep and forget who you are! You are a slave, a slave called Eight. ”

Guard A swung another whip.

Xiong Ming smelled a smell of blood this time, he knew that it was in his mouth, and licked his own blood vigorously.

"Isn't it unconvinced!"

Another whip on the face!

This time it was a nosebleed that came out and went all the way to his mouth, but he continued to lick his nosebleed, ignoring the person who whipped him.

"Don't give him breakfast, don't hear me!"

Caretaker A glared at the person delivering the meal, and then left angrily.

Who knows, Xiong Ming is hungry!

The thirteen slaves were like the thirteen beasts, and the palace gave each of them a house, which was actually a separate house for them, and the very small room, the tall man, would stand up next to the roof.

In each room there was a broken bowl, which was the bowl in which their slaves ate, and a half-broken bowl was filled with water, and some water was filled in the half-bowl every time a meal was delivered.

There was also a pile of dead grass in each room, and they lay there and slept.

Xiong Ming kept licking his own blood, his eyes staring at the slave's broken bowl, and listening to the sound of "hula" drinking porridge in his ears.

They were all eating wolfing, and only Xiong Ming was enjoying the expression of others eating.

His chest was boiling like a pot of boiling water, and his temples were throbbing.

Is the life of a slave so miserable!

Both to be beaten! And starvation!

Inhuman life! Pigs and dogs are not as good!

Maybe I slept late last night, and I couldn't wake up this morning, so I have to pay attention in the future, and I have to go to bed after eating, not just hungry!

Even if you wake up early and wait for dawn, it seems that last night was in vain to wait all night, but in the end of the day, you will be beaten and hungry!

"Let's work!"

Their caretakers escorted them to a gold mine.

That's why the royal government bought their slaves, slaves are just tools for them to make money!

"One person digs two bags of ore every day to go back!"

The Director, a dark, thin, middle-aged man, glared at them.

Xiong Ming had never done this kind of hard work, so his strength was not good at all, and he was much slower than others.

A thin scholar, but now he has to do hard work!

Fate really jokes about it!

"Eight, are you working, or are you here to play!"

Caretaker A whipped him on the waist, and it hurt terribly.

Helpless, Xiong Ming had no choice but to speed up his movements.

"Eight, if you can't finish today, don't go back!"

Caretaker B came over and whipped him again.

His stomach was empty, but his wounds were heavy, and the whip had filled his body.

Humiliation, pain, and hatred all ran out to cheer him on, and hunger was driven away by anger.

I don't know where the strength comes from, let him work hard!

An expectation pops up in my head, I can't be beaten!

An idea popped up in my heart, that is, to work!