With Ye Xuan's coma, the wind and sand gradually covered Ye Xuan's body. Like a corpse. Only the body temperature that was still warm still showed his breath of life.

The wind and sand blew through the desert, and the sun in the sky scorched the earth. The temperature in the desert is getting higher and higher.

Just when Ye Xuan's breath was weak.

In the west of the desert came a tightly wrapped man, carrying a great sword and a pot of wine at his waist. Passers-by, wrapped all over their bodies under white clothes, walked in the direction of Ye Xuan.

As the walker walked in. Ye Xuan's body was hidden under the wind and sand, and only one hand was exposed.

The walker stopped, reached out and picked up Ye Xuan's arm to take his pulse.

"Alive. Hoarse words came out of the tight hood, and there was a heavy force.

Then the walker took Ye Xuan out of the sand.

"People?" a curious and puzzled voice came out again. Then the walker confirmed Ye Xuan again, and then smiled a little excitedly: "I came out on this trip and picked up someone, and it just so happened that the tribe lacked slaves." ”

Then the walker took out the wine jug on his waist, poured a little water into Ye Xuan's mouth to maintain his life, and then carried Ye Xuan on his back and walked south.

Time flies. The fiery sun also set. The desert land is cool again. There's even a chill when the wind blows.

And Ye Xuan had also woken up at this time.

When he opened his eyes, Ye Xuan saw a group of people in ragged clothes, even some of whom were unclothed, with their faces covered in black mud, looking at him with two big black eyes. It's like observing something magical.

Ye Xuan woke up and was so frightened that he wanted to jump up, but the feeling of weakness in his whole body was not enough for him to complete this action.

At this time, a slightly older middle-aged man, a skinny thin man, with a dark face, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and smiled: "Little guy, where are you, why were you arrested?"

Ye Xuan looked at the cage surrounded by a wooden fence, as well as the sixteen emaciated humans in the cell. There are old and young ages. It's very bleak. Intelligence is what Ye Xuan lacks now.

Ye Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was asking, patted his head, shook his head, and said weakly: "I don't know where I'm from." My head hurts" Of course, this sentence was made up by Ye Xuan,

"Amnesia?" The middle-aged man who met looked at Ye Xuan suspiciously. In his concept, people like Ye Xuan's fine skin and tender flesh only exist in the family of the tribal leader. How can ordinary people be like this?

Ye Xuan naturally nodded when he heard this.

"Doll, do you know what this place does?" the middle-aged man asked again.

Ye Xuan shook his head and did not speak.

"This is where the Holy Father holds slaves. The middle-aged man said calmly, as if he was discussing a common matter.

"Holy Sect?" Ye Xuan said curiously.

The man who spoke nodded. "That's right, the Holy Sect is the only righteous path between heaven and earth, and it is also a religion that makes rules, if you don't have amnesia, you will definitely know it. We human beings are born sinful, and we must be slaves to wash away our sins. ”

Ye Xuan was shocked when he heard this. "You think so too?"

"It's like this all over the world, is there any place where people aren't slaves?"

Ye Xuan only felt a trance in his head. Nanzhan Zhou, the situation of the human race is so miserable. Listening to these words, this Demon Sect of Nanzhan Continent must have blocked the news outside. And then in the land of this continent, enslave our people. Ye Xuan only felt a feeling of anger in his mind at the moment. However, Ye Xuan couldn't tell everyone in this cage the truth. Living in lies, people may have a belief in survival, and if the truth is told to the people here, then Ye Xuan can't guarantee that the people here will not collapse. And if someone leaks his words, he will die without a place to bury. So Ye Xuan was silent.

The only way to solve the current situation of the Terrans here is to reach the Holy Sect to get information, and then send it out. Let the people outside rescue them, otherwise the status quo of the human race here will never change.

"Where is the Holy Sect?" Ye Xuan asked curiously.

"The Holy Father is at the center of the world. The middle-aged man looked at him with a hopeful look, "If you can work there, the living conditions will be a hundred times better than here." ”

"Isn't that still a slave?" Ye Xuan wanted to say this, but when the words came to his lips, Ye Xuan held back. That's the worldview here. Ye Xuan can't change anything if he says it, and maybe he will be regarded as an outlier. The consequences were unexpected by Ye Xuan. Talking less and listening more is all he can do now. In an unfamiliar environment, only prudence can live.

After thinking for a while, Ye Xuan was cautious, and said with a gentle smile on his face, "How can I reach the Holy Sect?"

"Hahaha, Holy Sect, don't be kidding. We are only slaves in a small tribe, unless the leader of our tribe does not open his eyes, provokes the Holy Sect, and then is slaughtered, it is possible to be adopted as slaves, but under normal circumstances, do you think we have a chance?" The man smiled, and there was a hint of despair in his eyebrows. But there was still a hint of tenacity in his eyes. Maybe it's just to live.

When Ye Xuan heard this, he also shook his head objectively. "There is no hope. Ye Xuan was also silent after speaking, he didn't dare to imagine that if he hadn't practiced the Dao Law, if he had been born in Nanzhan Continent in the first place. What does his future hold. The ancients said, one life, two fortunes, three feng shui, four accumulations of yin and virtue, and five readings. Not without reason.

"Boy, do you have a name?" At this time, a young man in the cage looked at Ye Xuan with a simple face and asked with a smile.

Ye Xuan nodded, "Yes, my name is Ye Xuan." ”

"Ye Xuan. So you have a name. You must be a nobleman, and the slaves of Nanzhan Zhou have no name. But it's okay, now you're called Seventeen. My name is Sixteen. The honest young man named Sixteen looked at Ye Xuan and said with a smile.

After the honest young man finished speaking, the fifteen people around him also introduced themselves one by one. Of course, they are all numbered as their identities, and their ages are sorted from oldest to youngest. After getting along for a while, Ye Xuan knew that the number was also a kind of identity among the slaves, the older the person, the more respected, and the younger the person, the bigger the number, the easier it was to be bullied. Of course, most of the slaves in the same prison were united with each other.

Ye Xuan is also the person who swept the report number, and he can roughly distinguish his identity, because the age gap between the slaves in the prison under the siege of wood is not small, and the age can be completely distinguished from their appearance, and the human race in the prison is all malnourished for a long time, with yellow faces and thin muscles, so there is no one who is pampered and young. Ye Xuan was easy to distinguish.