Nu Jian walked ahead, followed by the other five.

Slave Thirteen walked last.

They walked through the corridor and into the lobby. At this time, a large number of people had gathered in the hall.

These people were dressed in shabby clothes, with dirty faces, and they still looked like stinking and ugly, indifferent slaves.

Slave Thirteen took a general look, and there were more than 200 people in total.

Under the eyes of the extremely picky slave soldier selection officer, he can still pass two hundred people.

This is enough to show that the number of slaves in the spiritual jade veins of Bainiu Mountain is too much.

......

However, so many people gathered together that there was no voice.

This is a common problem for people who come out of the slave cave.

The long hours of hard work and oppressive life have made them only look at themselves.

No one can be trusted, no one can be relied upon.

Every day, I am playing the drama of the survival of the strong and the death of the weak over and over again.

For those who can survive, the lonely wolf nature has long been ingrained.

There is no need to build feelings for each other, and there is no need to even talk much.

......

The people in the lobby are sitting, standing, leaning, or squatting. Although the number of people is large, it does not seem crowded.

The arrival of the seven did not attract much attention, and after they entered the temple, they each looked for a place to rest.

Most of the innermost places were occupied, and Slave Thirteen simply didn't go inside, he came to a position near the porch, found a leeward position under a stone pillar carved with animal patterns, and lay down on his side.

Fang Cai Nu Chen also said that no one will arrange the follow-up matters until tomorrow morning, and it is still early, and Nu Thirteen plans to sleep well.

For the first time in years, he could sleep peacefully. You don't have to get up in the middle of the night to find food, and you don't have to worry about not getting up in the morning to work, and you will be beaten.

I closed my eyes, and in the haze, drowsiness hit.

......

When Slave Thirteen completely fell into a deep sleep, he didn't notice that there was a glimmer of vision on the stone pillar beside him!

From the stone pillar, a pale yellow aura slowly came out, and it was curling into the body of Slave Thirteen.

No one in the lobby noticed the vision.

Even if someone was lying next to Slave Thirteen at this time and looking carefully, it would be impossible to find it.

Because this pale yellow breath belongs to the aura!

The slaves had not practiced the Tuna Dao and did not possess discernment.

Even slave soldiers, slave guards, and even slave generals can only feel the existence of the aura through cultivation and use their bodies, but they cannot see the aura clearly with their eyes.

The only people who can see the aura clearly are the immortal race.

If there were immortals present and they would have been amazed to see the vision that had happened to Nu Thirteen at this time.

Because, Slave Thirteen, a slave who had never practiced the Dao of Spiritual Qi Exhalation, was unconsciously absorbing spiritual power!

This phenomenon is very rare, and even an immortal with a high cultivation talent cannot absorb the spiritual energy into the body in his sleep.

However, for some reason, Slave Thirteen was able to do it.

This stone pillar was built using a crude spirit jade that had been discarded by the refiner.

Although it is the lowest spirit jade, the purity of the spiritual energy contained in it is still a little higher than the original spirit jade in the vein that has not been refined by the refiner.

It is precisely because of this that a glimmer of chance in the dark has quietly opened creation!

......

However, at this time, the entry of this aura into the body did not make Slave Thirteen feel comfortable. He's having a strange nightmare.

In the dream, from the perspective of Slave Thirteen, there is a sword-eyed and heroic man who protects himself and is escaping a strange world of war.

The reason why this is a strange war world is because the way of fighting in the dream is really wonderful, and Slave Thirteen has never seen it.

The person in the dream, jumping through the clouds and fog! Raise your hand to kill with a flying sword!

......

At the beginning of the dream, the man was urging Slave Thirteen loudly, "Hurry up...... I...... Clan is not ...... Absolutely ......"

Somehow, the dreams were blurry, and the man's words were intermittent and missing.

In the dream, before the man could speak, a golden arrow flew from behind him and plunged into his left shoulder!

"Wow!" he spat out blood, not caring about his injuries, he immediately turned around and slashed out a purple sword qi, killing the person who released the cold arrow.

Then pull up Slave Thirteen and fly into the sky.

Looking down at the sky and clouds, below is a city filled with fire!

I kept flying, flew into a big mountain, and hid in a cave on a mountain peak.

The man urged the slave thirteen, "Madam...... Go...... I got it...... Drive them!"

Another staccato sentence.

But Nu Thirteen could probably guess that he was saying, Madame, hide in, and I'll lure them away.

After speaking, the man flew away.

Tears began to well-up in Slave Thirteen's perspective.

It turned out that the perspective in the dream was not that of the slave thirteen, but of a woman who was called a lady by a man.

The woman turned and ran into the innermost part of the cavern, curling up in the corner to dodge.

But soon, there was a violent fighting outside, shaking the mountains.

At this point, the woman's perspective shifts downward.

In her arms, there was a baby in swaddling clothes.

The woman muttered to the baby, "Child...... Mother is useless, I'm afraid...... You...... Let's go. They won't let ...... though Alive, but ...... Let you go. It is better to die on the left and right, than to ...... In order to...... Let's do something about it......"

It's still a staccato word.

Immediately afterwards, the woman placed the baby on the ground and made some intricate seal with her hands. She seemed to speak again, but the words were more indistinct, and Slave Thirteen didn't hear them.

Then, some kind of mysterious halo began to appear in the picture, and the halo expanded, and it produced a huge roar in Slave Thirteen's mind.

Suddenly, the sleeping slave thirteen woke up suddenly and sat up from the ground.

When he woke up, he was short of breath, sweating profusely, and felt a little headache.

Wiping off the sweat, I looked up at the sky outside the lobby, but it was late at night. When he looked back at all the people in the hall, he was asleep.

As a result, no one noticed Slave Thirteen's anomaly.

He leaned against the stone pillar so that he could sit comfortably.

At this time, Nu Shisan's brows frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of doubts.

"Why do I have such strange nightmares?...... What does it represent?"

I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't understand the meaning of the dream.

He quietly laughed to himself, "Really...... Dreams are illusory, what can they mean...... Maybe I'm too tired. ”

It's not yet dark, so you can sleep a little longer.

So, leaning against the stone pillar, he closed his eyelids again.

......

Unbeknownst to him, Slave Thirteen, who had just re-entered the sleepiness, appeared in the dream with the man's anxious face again, and he urged, "Hurry up! My Long clan can't just let the bloodline incense be cut off!"

The sleepy slave thirteen suddenly opened his eyes.

At this time, there were not only doubts in his open eyes, but also solemnity!

It's the same dream again, but it's just a repetition. However, it is obvious that this time the dream is clearer than before, and the first words spoken by the man are more complete.

"How can you do it twice in a dream?......"

Slave Thirteen was a little uneasy.

He vaguely felt that this dream was not simple.

However, until he figured out the meaning of the dream, Slave Thirteen did not dare to continue the dream.

Fang Caimeng did it to the end, and the mysterious halo made his brain hurt, and now he hasn't eased up, and Nu Thirteen doesn't want to experience it again.

So, he decided not to sleep.

Slave Thirteen, who no longer sleeps, recalls this incomplete dream in his mind over and over again.

The Dragons...... Is the man in the dream surnamed Long?...... Since there is a surname, it should be the immortal race on the Liyang Continent.

"But why did the immortals appear in my dreams?......"

In the dream, the man was involved in the battle to protect his wife.

When, where, and because of what did the battle take place? What was the final outcome of the battle?......

Slave Thirteen was puzzled.

After a long time, he asked again, "What does this have to do with me, why is it in my dreams?"

The more I think about it, the more weird I feel.

I couldn't help but look at this lobby.

"Is there a haunted soul here?......