The white silk must have been left behind when he was torn with the beard, Gu Shenwei looked behind him with the wooden fence of the cage cart, and could only see a long line of ox carts, and after waiting for a while, the convoy turned a corner, and he could see farther away.

The T-junction is out of sight, and the convoy has gone far away.

Gu Shenwei's hands were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned pale as a result, and he stared at it in a daze, unable to believe that the family heirloom was gone.

"You ...... Who sees a piece of white cloth?"

Gu Shenwei turned around and asked the other children in the cage with a last glimmer of hope.

I don't know if they don't understand the Central Plains dialect, or if they don't want to speak, the children don't answer, and they don't even look up at the newcomer.

"A Piece of White ......"

Gu Shenwei gestured the size of the white silk in his hand, and the more he talked, the more he had no confidence, the children in this car were all yellow and thin, and their clothes were ragged, and they would never be interested in a strip of cloth.

"They don't understand you. ”

The ox cart staggered for a while, and in the corner a young man spoke.

This young man was probably the same age as Gu Shen, with a delicate appearance, thin cheeks, and was dressed cleanly compared to other children, and the cage was cramped, but he occupied a corner, playing with a straw stick in his hand, and was looking at the new boy with an inquiring gaze.

"Bai Juan, a piece of white cloth, do you see it?" Gu Shenwei asked eagerly.

The sharp-faced boy thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, is it important?"

Gu Shenwei sat down dejectedly, his mind blank.

"Where are we going?" he asked unconsciously after a few moments.

"Biyu City. ”

Gu Shenwei knew that this city, an important town in the Western Regions, a paradise where merchants and travelers gathered, a paradise of drunken dreams and death, and a hell of the sword forest, he had lived there for one night, and- he suddenly remembered, wasn't Jinpeng Castle located outside Biyu City?

Gu Shenwei raised his head and met the gaze of the sharp-faced young man, as if there was something strange about him that could attract the other party's continued attention.

"Do you know me?" Gu Shenwei asked a little annoyed, only the two of them could speak the original dialect in the car, but he was reduced to a slave and lost the vital family heirloom secrets, so he was really in no mood to make friends.

"The children of rich families. The sharp-faced boy sneered, his tone frivolous and full of irony.

"What's wrong?" A wave of anger rushed through Gu Shenwei's body to the top of his head, although this anger was mostly unrelated to the sharp-faced young man.

"It's nothing, we will all be sold when we get to Biyu City, but no one will buy you to be a young master again. I'm kind enough to remind you that it's not so easy to change from a young master to a slave, and a slave has the rules and ways of survival of a slave, do you want to listen to my advice?"

What the sharp-faced young man said made a lot of sense, and Gu Shenwei nodded.

"Wash your ass. ”

The sharp-faced boy said solemnly, and then a smile appeared on his face, which grew stronger and thicker, and finally turned into a crazy laugh.

Gu Shenwei didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a long time, he was just unhappy with the unbridled laughter of the sharp-faced young man, and then slowly realized the obscenity in it, but the best time to attack had passed, and in his limited career, he had never learned how to deal with this situation.

The sharp-faced young man took advantage of his mouth, and became even more unforgiving, and after the laughter stopped, he pretended to be serious and said:

"Don't worry, a former young master like you looks pretty clean, when you arrive in Biyu City, someone will definitely rush to ask for you, the future is immeasurable, haha, your ass won't be idle." ”

This is unmistakably an insult.

Gu Shenwei jumped and threw himself at the sharp-faced young man, but he was tripped by the child in the middle, rolled into a ball, and screamed in pain, attracting the attention of a guard.

The children quickly separated, and they all took a lot of beatings, and Gu Shenwei did the same, but he still couldn't reach the sharp-faced teenager in the corner.

The sharp-faced boy kept laughing until the guards left, holding his stomach and laughing almost breathlessly.

Gu Shenwei couldn't imagine that there were such annoying people in the world, and the sharp-faced boy even replaced the Jinpeng Castle killer for a time and became the object of his greatest hatred.

The target of the pointy-faced boy's teasing was not only Gu Shen as a person, he was always silent for a while, and suddenly he opened his mouth to talk endlessly, either hinting or explicitly, all about the miserable situation after being a slave, and he had to make the audience angry and scared to tears.

However, he also has a knack for speaking several languages, and the children in the cage come from all over the world, and he can talk to almost everyone, and with those sensational rumors, he has to make a lot of expressions and movements.

"Some owners like to eat small children, especially those as big as ours. Every year, these slave traders would pick a group of children with fine skin and tender meat, and they would be reserved for adults and men with special fetishes. He will declare to the outside world that you are disobedient, disobedient to the master and want to escape, and then tie it up strongly, wash your buttocks, and cut the meat while being tortured, piece by piece, some roasted and some boiled, there are all kinds of ways to eat, and you are still alive when the master eats, and you are watching. ”

The pointy-faced boy bared two rows of white teeth, stuck out his tongue and licked it, "wash your ass" was his favorite mantra.

It wasn't until a **-year-old child cried out that he was satisfied to shut up and rest for a while.

It didn't take long for Gu Shenwei to get used to the vitriolic and chatter of a pointy-faced young man, his current mood is like a terminally ill patient, since he knows that the end is coming, he has no intention of survival, if there is any hope, it is when death will come.

The caravan marched slowly, day after night, and the slaves were occasionally released for excretion, and Gu Shenwei was like a walking corpse, without resistance, and without even trying to escape, he completely lost his faith, and even the divine will abandoned him, and no longer gave him the slightest hint.

The atmosphere of the caravan is getting more and more cheerful, Biyu City is ahead, where they will be greeted by buyers with thousands of pockets, endless wine and ** gentle country, and the most important thing is that the caravan has entered the territory of Jinpeng Castle and will not encounter any danger.

The last thought was shattered at noon on the third day. At that time, the caravan was only a little more than a day's journey from Biyu City, and the road was getting smoother and smoother, and the surrounding greenery was getting heavier, and there were beginning to be clusters of villages, which did not look like a place infested by bandits at all.

It was here that a group of robbers stopped at the front of the caravan, and the people behind could not see the situation, but the bad news came one after another:

"There are robbers blocking the way. ”

"How can there be robbers here?"

"Where's the killer of Jinpeng Castle? Didn't he lead the way?"

"Don't be afraid, there are many of us, and there are dozens of robbers. ”

"It's the big head, my mother. ”

Gu Shenwei also has a little impression of the "big-headed god", this person always appears in some terrifying stories, those stories are so unusual, Gu Shenwei has always regarded him as a mythical character, but he didn't expect that there is really this person in the world.

"It's over, the big-headed god loves to eat children the most, no matter whether his butt is washed or not, he eats it correctly. ”

The pointy-faced young man's face turned pale, and he said it in four or five languages, his expression was not as frivolous as usual, and his voice was trembling, which added a bit of truth to his words.

Almost all the children in the Western Regions have heard the story of the big-headed god of Iron Mountain, and once they are reminded, they all fall into panic, and the timid people curl up in the grass, only shivering, and they don't even dare to raise their heads.

At first, it was not the big head god himself who negotiated with the caravan, and just when the whole caravan was panicking, a loud and terrifying voice said:

"You don't have to be afraid, Lao Tzu has a relationship with Dubu Wang, and he doesn't do business on his territory, Lao Tzu is not here to rob, but to buy things. ”

The merchants were even more surprised that the big head god of the Iron Mountain wanted to "buy" something, and no one dared to answer, for fear that this was the code word of the robbers, and he happily leaned over, but the result was a clean and sharp knife.

It wasn't until the men of the big head god threw two large bags of white flowers on the ground that the caravan leader mustered up the courage to ask:

"What do you want to buy? We have ...... here."

"Buy people. ”

As soon as these words came out, the people of the caravan took three steps back at the same time, huddled together, and wondered in their hearts who had offended this great evil star and asked him to pay for it.

I didn't expect the big-headed god to be really an ordinary buyer, a thin middle-aged woman came out of the robber horse team, and led a small team of people to check on the slave carts, and let people pull them out if they fancied.

The merchant's hanging heart was relieved, and the slaves who heard the news were frightened, and the sharp-faced boy was stunned at first, and then his hands groped in the grass, grabbing the dust on his hands and smearing them on his face.

His actions reminded everyone, and even Gu Shenwei, who was like ashes, joined the ranks of grabbing ashes, striving to make himself the ugliest and least noticeable.

But the thin woman seemed to have a special ability, and could see the true face of others at a glance, no matter how thick the dust on the other party's face was, when she arrived at this cage, she swept her eyes and selected two children.

Gu Shenwei jumped down by himself, and the sharp-faced young man was paralyzed in the corner, still holding on to the hope of what happened, but was dragged out by a robber.

The thin woman picked people quickly, and in the end, she chose ten boys and ten girls, all in their teens, and the two teenagers who were chased and killed by the snow mountain swordsman Long Feidu were also among them.

"The meat of the boy and the girl is the most tender, let's really wash the butt and let people eat it." ”

The sharp-faced young man only used the Central Plains dialect, and then with a sad face, he followed behind Gu Shenwei, grabbed his arm tightly, and walked towards the new master.

The big-headed god had been at the front of the caravan, Gu Shenwei had only heard his voice and had not seen anyone before, so he boldly glanced up, although he had been mentally prepared, he was still startled, thinking about how could there be such a terrible person in the world.

The big-headed god rides on a black horse, just the upper body that is exposed is almost a person tall, the person is as his name, the head is as big as a fight, and the beard is fluffy, and the head looks bigger, like a large ancient ding engraved with gluttony, the eyes, nose, mouth and ears are all big, as if the god statue came out of the temple.

The upper body is **, the muscles are knotted, and they sparkle in the sun.

The black horse was also different, a whole circle larger than ordinary mortal horses, with strong teeth and fierce eyes, like a beast that eats meat.

Gu Shenwei believed a little in the legend of the big-headed god eating people, and the sharp-faced young man behind him stumbled and almost fell on top of him.

There were so many horses in the procession of the big-headed gods that at once someone brought out more than a dozen horses, and the newly purchased boys and girls were forced to mount the horses, either alone or together.

The sharp-faced young man followed Gu Shenwei, got on the same horse as him, and hugged his waist from behind, no matter how hard Gu Shenwei shook it off, he refused to let go.

The Iron Mountain bandits bought people, turned the horse's head and galloped eastward, leaving nearly 10,000 taels of silver on the road, and it was enough to buy dozens of small slaves, the merchants were shocked, the big-headed god was gone, and no one dared to touch the silver.