Junior Disciple C

Chapter 151

Feng Ye was in a daze all night, and when he came to his senses, the sun had already risen.

It was a new day, and it was his second day here.

Almost at dawn, a soldier came to open the locked shed door of the grass shed. With a whip in his hand, he slammed it on the ground vigorously.

With a crisp sound of "pa", a clear whip mark was pulled out from the straw on the ground, and the tail of the uncontrolled whip fell on Feng Ye who was near the door.

The arm was whipped again, because it was not due to direct contact, the skin was not broken, but it also left a bruise.

Feng Ye covered his hands and said nothing.

The soldier glanced at Feng Ye, then looked away indifferently.

"Get up quickly, do you hear me!" The soldier shouted rudely: "If you don't get up, I will let you sleep forever!"

While shouting, he whipped the whip on the ground again, Feng Ye left the spot this time, and was not thrown by the tail of the whip again.

He lowered his head, stood up from the ground, obediently obeyed the soldiers' orders, and walked out of the shed.

The rest of the people also woke up one after another. The moment they saw this ferocious soldier, they immediately stood up and went outside to line up.

After the crowd had all stood up, the soldier put away his whip in satisfaction. He pointed in a direction, and then ordered the group of people to go in that direction.

If someone walked slowly, or the team deviated from the direction he designated, he would flick the whip randomly.

The whip is a weapon with great lethality, but it is difficult to control. To use it like an arm and a finger requires a certain amount of basic skills.

Obviously, the soldier holding the whip didn't have such good basic skills, he couldn't control the direction of the whip, so he could barely avoid it from hitting himself.

As for whether to dump it on others, he doesn't care at all.

Just like when he was thrown at Feng Ye before, he glanced at Feng Ye and then looked away, not caring about Feng Ye's injury at all.

It's just a slave, so what if you get injured or die?

During the march, some people were whipped from time to time, and they dared not cry out in pain, because this would arouse the dissatisfaction of the soldiers, and they would whip them harder.

The soldiers patrolled back and forth along the front and rear of the line. Feng Ye seemed to keep his head down obediently, but he always raised his head secretly and looked around when the soldiers looked away from his vicinity.

The place they walked was not the street where civilians in the city walked, but a closed camp. Feng Ye looked at the piles of rocks around him and speculated that this place should be a mine or a quarry.

Besides them, who were about to be taken to work, Feng Ye saw other people on the road.

There are soldiers on patrol and duty, and there are also slaves like them, who are poorly dressed, thin, and branded on their bodies.

This imprint should have been there for a certain period of time, and the wound has completely healed, but the imprint can never be washed off.

They are people from other tribes or countries. Their homes were destroyed by the Xiqiang army earlier, and they were captured here as slaves.

They were all busy with their work, guarded by soldiers, and whips would be thrown at them if they dared to stop or slack off.

When the new batch of slaves that Feng Ye was in was escorted, no one looked up curiously, because this was already commonplace, and besides, they didn't care.

Their movements were mechanical and numb, and they couldn't see anything in their eyes except the work of their subordinates. Although they were all living people, Feng Ye suddenly felt that these people were lifeless, no different from puppets without souls.

There was a "snap" and the sound of the whip whipping again.

Feng Ye subconsciously tensed the muscles in his shoulders and back. He thought that his sneak peek had been discovered, but soon he found out that it was not.

The person who was whipped was not him, but it was also very close, it was the person behind him.Among the newly arrived slaves, he was not the only one who bowed his head honestly. It was just that the people behind were unlucky and were caught by the soldiers, so they were beaten up.

Just like Feng Ye yesterday, the whip was swung vigorously and this person fell to the ground directly, and the queue paused for a moment.

The person who fell on the ground wanted to grit his teeth and endure the pain at first, but after all he couldn't stand the bruised pain and couldn't help howling.

However, the louder he howled, the harder the soldiers beat. The eyes behind the ghost's face showed no mercy for such a lowly slave.

There may be other people in the crowd who want to look around, but after seeing this person's miserable state, they immediately feel lingering fear and dare not move again.

Feng Ye was also looking at the person who was beaten. He didn't know this person, but he also knew that this person should be a villager from his own village, and maybe he had some relatives with him, but Feng Ye had forgotten all about it.

But even if he didn't know who this person was, even if he was a stranger, seeing such a tragic wound and hearing such painful wailing, Feng Ye would not be moved.

This is the empathy that hurts its kind, something that normal people will have.But these soldiers wearing ghost masks did not. Xiqiang people never treat foreigners as their own kind.

Feng Ye's fist was clenched, and he wanted to stop it.

In order to facilitate the work, he was not wearing shackles except that he was wearing shackles when he was being escorted. His hands and feet are free, so he can go out and stop the soldier.

But his knuckles turned white from the force, and the wailing of the beaten person became lower and lower, and he almost passed out. Feng Ye just stood there without moving.

He wanted to think about it, but he didn't do it, just like other people who thought the same way.

It takes courage to stand up, and it also needs the strength to change the status quo, and Feng Ye is currently lacking in both.

Silence and obedience are the wisest and most beneficial choices, as well as the most numb and indifferent choices.

Feng Ye suddenly realized that those mechanically numb people who were doing their work did not want to become like this, but had to do so under the strict guard and severe punishment in Xiqiang.

The Xiqiang people not only put their bodies in cages, but also put their souls in shackles. The shackles fix the shape of the souls and do not allow any protruding branches.

The wailing stopped, not because the soldiers stopped, but because the person who was beaten died.

Originally, he left his hometown, traveled long distances, suffered hunger and cold all the way, and was physically weak. It was luck to be alive. After being whipped like this, he couldn't make it through after all, and died.

The soldier suspected that this person was pretending to be dead, so he twitched again. Seeing that the person on the ground had no response, and his limbs could not even move due to the pain, he stretched out his foot and kicked the person on the ground suspiciously.

He kicked the person lying on the ground over and saw the dilated pupils in the unclosed eyes.

The soldier cursed in a low voice, probably in the Xiqiang dialect, which Feng Ye didn't understand, but judging from the soldier's expression, it's not hard to see that he disliked these slaves for not being beaten.

Killing a living person was the only feeling he had.

The soldier pointed at the nearby people and lifted the corpse cursingly. He didn't care about the life and death of the slave, but if the corpse was put on the road and rotted, he would be punished by his superiors.

He wanted to clean up the garbage, but he didn't want to touch it himself, so he asked these same lowly slaves to do it.

Feng Ye stood the closest, and he was naturally assigned the task of carrying the corpse. He didn't have any intention of disobedience, he squatted down with a low eyebrow, and carried the corpse on his back.

The team moved forward again. Although he didn't know why, Feng Ye felt that his physique seemed to be better than those around him. He didn't have the kind of emaciation caused by hunger and fatigue.

It didn't take much effort for him to carry a person on his back, and he walked for a while, and finally reached his destination.

Feng Ye guessed right, this place is a quarry, where stones are collected to build the city.

And their task is to dig stones and carry stones.

It's not easy, but it's not as scary as Wu Yi described, at least the stones are still to the extent that ordinary people can move them.

The newly arrived slaves quickly started working, and Feng Ye was asked by the soldiers to dispose of the corpses before working.

"How to deal with it?" Feng Ye asked.

The soldier waved his hand impatiently: "Just find an abandoned pile of rocks and bury it."

Feng Ye agreed, and he carried the corpse to an abandoned stone pile. Instead of burying the corpse directly with stones, he dug a hole in the ground with the stone mining tools he just got.

He buried the body in it, and before filling it back with soil, he met the eyes that were still open.

Feng Ye stopped filling the soil, squatted down, and covered the corpse's eyes with his hands, trying to close the other's eyes.

But he tried a few times, but his eyes were still open, and he refused to close his eyes.

A soul that died with resentment would naturally refuse to rest in peace.

And the way to get rid of this ray of resentment is actually very simple. Feng Ye thought for a while, then he suddenly bent down and whispered something in the ear of the corpse.

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to close it again, and sure enough, the corpse's eyes closed.

Feng Ye continued to fill in the soil, and after filling the soil, he stepped on the soil until it was all done, which really made him sweat a lot.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the ground under his feet, and looked at the people buried in the soil.

He made a promise that was difficult to keep, and he didn't know if he could keep it.

But he still agreed, not only to let the dead rest in peace, but also to remind himself that he must never become a numb and indifferent puppet like the people around him.

After burying the corpse, Feng Ye returned to the main army. He joined the quarrying team. Because his physique was slightly better than others, when some people were too tired to walk and were whipped while resting on the ground, he was still working. Son.

Day after day, almost every day, there are exhausted or exhausted people in the quarry, the corpses are carried away and buried, and then new slaves are escorted into the city.

Except for a handful of loose loess, there is no trace of these people in the world.

Feng Ye's performance was not outstanding, he was just like the rest of the people who were still working, like a docile sheep in the sheepfold.

And when he was doing these things, Hao Chen was watching from the side.

Feng Ye worked for almost a month, and he also watched it for a month.

He was actually standing very close to Feng Ye, but Feng Ye never saw him. Occasionally, when Feng Ye made some sudden movements that Hao Chen couldn't react to in time, his limbs would directly pass through him.

He seemed to be wiping a ghost, and it was a ghost that only followed Feng Ye.

Fang Yang sighed, and whispered to Cao Zirui, "How many days is this?"

Cao Zirui estimated with his fingers, and gave an approximate figure: "More than 30 days."

Fang Yang sighed again when he heard the words, it has been almost so long since they came to the Emberless Vision.Brother Waste Chai has been trapped in the illusion for so long, and brother Hao has been guarding by the side for so long.

After so many days, he has more or less digested the shocking news he heard before. For example, Hao Chen is the legendary Lord of Beiming, not a bird demon or a fish demon.

Another example is that the relationship between brother Hao and senior brother Huachai is really very good. Although Feng Ye was beaten by others in the illusion, and was treated as a slave to do coolies, Fang Yang would also be sad, but compared with Hao Chen's sadness, he My sadness is like a drop of drizzle before the vast ocean.

But besides these, Fang Yang still has many doubts.If Hao Chen is Kunpeng, then who is Brother Waste Chai?

He must also be a very powerful person. Fang Yang had a guess and wanted to ask Hao Chen for confirmation.However, for the past month, Hao Chen hadn't spoken to them again, and he stayed beside Feng Ye, ignoring anyone.

Fang Yang and Cao Zirui tried to call Hao Chen several times, but they couldn't get any response, so they had to give up in the end.

The two followed Feng Ye and Hao Chen not too far away. Besides, the two of them also tried to find the exit, but they had to give up.

They were at a loss for what to do with this reality-like illusion, and tried to split out some spiritual power, but the darkness was like mist, and it swallowed up this tiny trace of spiritual power in an instant.

The two of them no longer wasted effort, there is no spiritual power to replenish, although they can fast, but it is supported by spiritual power, if the spiritual power is exhausted, they will starve to death.

So the two of them stayed aside obediently, being silent and quiet spectators.

Fang Yang was very attentive at first, but Feng Ye has been doing the same thing almost every day for a month, moving stones mechanically and repeatedly, so Fang Yang became less attentive.

He looked at other places in the illusion from time to time, and then found that this illusion was almost invulnerable.

Outside of the quarry where Feng Ye was staying, Fang Yang and Cao Zirui had also visited the places where the residents lived. Every day on the street, there were disputes between parents and neighbors, or disputes among neighbors caused by trivial matters.

There are all kinds of living beings.

It really seems that this is not an illusion at all, but a living town, and the residents in the city are not illusions, but real people.

But how could it be possible, the imperial city of Xiqiang has already perished, this can only be a fictional illusion.

While Fang Yang was looking around, he suddenly found that Cao Zirui beside him was also distracted.

But unlike Fang Yang, Cao Zirui didn't look at other places distractedly, he just stared at a certain piece of ground, and then stared blankly.

Fang Yang bumped Cao Zirui with his elbow and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing..." Cao Zirui immediately denied it.

But after looking at Fang Yang with a suspicious face for a while, he also realized that his excuse was too unreliable. After thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing he couldn't say, so he confessed: "I'm thinking about Ling Yun."

"Ling Yun?" Fang Yang repeated in doubt.

In Fang Yang's mind, Ling Yun has changed from a wronged former leader to a mad villain. Ling Yun and the Black Snake do harm to the former sect, not to mention that he is in the East China Sea, planning to wipe out all the monks in the world.

In the end, the Black Snake defeated the army. The Black Snake occupied Ling Yun's body, and then used this body to pull Feng Ye into the Infinity Vision.

Logically speaking, Ling Yun should also be in the Wujin Vision, but Fang Yang and Cao Zirui have never seen him for more than a month.

I don't know whether it is dead or alive.After Cao Zirui said it, Fang Yang remembered this matter, because he was so worried about Senior Brother Waste Chai that he almost forgot about Ling Yun.

Cao Zirui nodded, he opened his mouth to continue, but he couldn't continue when the words reached his mouth.

Because he didn't know what to say, what to think.

Does he want Ling Yun to live, or simply die?

He had never seen Ling Yun a hundred years ago. The Ling Yun he saw had no chivalrous demeanor in his actions. He was a frenzied lunatic and a vicious ghost full of resentment.

But Ling Yun is his uncle after all, Cao Zirui has a deep affection for Ji Chengyue, no less than his own parents, loves the house and black, he also has a little affection for Ling Yun.

So when everyone else had forgotten about Ling Yun's life and death, he was the only one who worried in his heart.

"Hehe." A man's deep laughter suddenly came from beside his ears.

Fang Yang and Cao Zirui turned their heads to look at each other at the same time, because the laughter came from among them.

With the same blank eyes, the two of them turned around belatedly, and saw the man sitting behind them at some point.

A man who looks exactly like Ying Long.

"Ah!" Fang Yang was startled by the man's elusiveness, jumped up from the ground, and let out an exclamation.

Cao Zirui didn't exclaim, but he also jumped up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two of them jumped up, the man's arm pressed up first.

He pressed the shoulders of the two with both hands, and pressed them firmly in place.

Seeing that the two of them couldn't move, he smiled unhurriedly and said, "Ling Yun has done so many bad things, yet someone still misses him, I'm a little envious."

He really showed a look of envy as he spoke. If the smile on the corner of his mouth was not so ostentatious, the credibility might be a little higher.

Fang Yang and Cao Zirui knew he was lying, but they didn't dare to expose it.

The man's bottomless strength, they have already felt it from the heavy immobile hands on their shoulders.

He hugged the two of them like a close elder, as long as the stiffness and reluctance on the faces of Fang Yang and Cao Zirui were ignored, it still looked like that.

He suddenly let go of his hand, but he didn't let go of the two who were held by him.

Like an adult playing with a child, he pulled Fang Yang and Cao Zirui's faces one by one, but he pulled far more forcefully than ordinary people, and he had already exceeded the limit of playfulness.

Fang Yang felt that his face must be swollen, but he didn't dare to resist, he just felt that this man was terrible.

The man smiled and said, "Are you afraid of me?"

Fang Yang and Cao Zirui didn't speak, but their eyes gave the answer.

"Hehe, you don't need to be so afraid." He let go of his hands holding the faces of the two, and then patted the heads of the two comfortingly with the palm of his hand: "The lion will not hurt the ants, because they are too small. "

"My prey is only your senior brother from the beginning to the end."

As soon as the man said this, Hao Chen who was beside Feng Ye suddenly turned around, and turned around with him, and there was a fan handle wrapped in sharp spiritual power.

The fan bone was like a knife and shot towards the man.

The man was hit, but he just turned into a disintegrated mist. After the disintegration, he quickly gathered into shape again.

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet." He stood not far from Fang Yang and Cao Zirui, staring at Hao Chen who couldn't restrain his anger, but said to Fang Yang and Cao Zirui who were rubbing their faces .

Ling Yun is not dead yet.But then he added another sentence.

"temporary."

His tone is still smiling, and the smile on his face has not diminished in the slightest.

But Fang Yang and Cao Zirui shuddered reflexively when they heard these three words.

They sensed the murderous intent hidden in the words, this monster must take revenge, how could it let Ling Yun who betrayed him go.