[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

"cough……"

When Feng Zhen regained consciousness, his brain was not functioning, so he coughed first.

The sticky and bloody liquid filled his entire mouth and nasal cavity, and then his scalp hurt, his hair was pulled, his whole body was lifted up, and fell to the cold ground.

He coughed a few more times, spit out the residue in his mouth, wiped his face with his hands a few times, and wiped away the sticky thick blood foam.

The first thing that came into his sight was a pool of bubbling blood.

There were two other people in the pool of blood, who were pulled up by the hair of a man dressed as a samurai and fell to the side.

He looked around and saw that the place was vast, with torches lit at regular intervals.

Under the reflection of the flames, mouthfuls of blood pools were bubbling and bubbling.

Countless naked people were picked out of it.

He is also one of them.

They were male and female, their bodies were covered in red and white patches from the blood foam, and they couldn't tell what they looked like.

At this time, the warrior beside him kicked Feng Zhen violently, and cursed: "You son of a bitch, why are you messing around with two tricks? Don't you want it?"

After speaking, he kicked him a few times to vent his anger.

"Ha, Huang San'er, do you dare to gamble today after losing yesterday?"

"Get out! Bet! I will definitely win back!"

……

They chattered and used their whips and legs to drive Fengzhen and the others away, like driving cattle and sheep, driving them from the bloody hall to the low grass sheds. give up.

It should be night now, and the ink-like night is like a thick curtain, covering this world.

This feeling made Feng Zhen feel very depressed and uncomfortable.

The straw huts for them to live in are very simple.

Bundles of yellowed long grass were tied up, barely supporting a roof, and below was a roughly dug earth pit.

The slightly damp soil exudes an earthy smell, and the cold air rises layer by layer from the place where the skin contacts the soil.

Feng Zhen huddled in the thatched shed, feeling heavy in his heart.

Along the way, he found that they were about the same size, about 1.7 meters five, and the same body shape, neither fat nor thin, moderate.

The breasts of the women are slightly raised, as if they have just developed.

According to these, combined with his own physical condition, Feng Zhen guessed that they were underage.

It's just that those weird blood pools don't know what they are, what their function is, and why they were all soaked in the blood pool before.

Feng Zhen reached for his wrist, there was nothing there.

The communicator and express door bracelet are not there, and the world information is also unknown.

This, perhaps, is the rule of punishing the world.

Everything needs to be explored by himself.

It was silent all night, and there was not a single sound in the thatched shed.

There was not even the sound of turning over, speaking, or grinding teeth.

Even the sound of breathing is barely audible, giving people the illusion that these people are dummies, which makes people panic.

The next day, the sky was just getting bright, and the sky had a gray-blue hue, which looked extremely strange.

Feng Zhen and others were driven out and gathered in the square.

They were then ordered to wash themselves here.

Everyone washed themselves with water mechanically, regardless of men and women, all changed into a short coarse cloth robe, exposing half of their arms and part of their calves.

Feng Zhen looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and found that it was exactly as he guessed.

They are all teenagers, slightly taller, but they look young, they are only fourteen or fifteen years old.

After this, there is learning.

Learn about eating, talking, etiquette.

What makes Fengzhen even more silent is that these people are like newborns, they are very unfamiliar with everything, but they have a very outstanding learning ability, and they can copy mechanically in a very short period of time.

Etiquette, all you have learned is how to kneel, how to kowtow, and how to serve the master.

...This shows that their status is very low.

With the increase of learning content, the demeanor of these people gradually became flexible, with something in their eyes, no longer blank and scary.

Fengzhen, who couldn't figure out the current situation, also adjusted his expression accordingly, trying to minimize the difference between himself and them.

The samurai who had been in charge of disciplining and monitoring them seemed to be aware of this.

They reported it, and soon a few new masters were sent down, and Feng Zhen and others added an "ideological education class" to their courses.

This course is actually constantly brainwashing and instilling in them with repeated words—the master is the supreme being, and everything they have belongs to the master. As long as the master needs it, they should dedicate all of themselves to the master...

All sorts of similar ideas.

At this time, Fengzhen also clearly knew the identities of people like himself, slaves.

In fact, to be more precise, they are about to become a group of nameless slaves who have been deprived of their personality and exist only for their masters.

However, even slaves, not everyone can become one.

Feng Zhen saw with his own eyes that a few people, because of their quick minds, half-believed what their master said, but they were not good at covering it up, leaked some traces, and were directly dragged down by the warriors and executed.

When nestled in the thatched hut, Feng Zhen secretly tested his physical strength.

Not only did the internal strength of about five Jiazi disappear without a trace after finally cultivating, but also all the data of the body were suppressed.

Now, at best, he is thicker-skinned, so he won't be easily injured or killed by warriors.

From the high position of the emperor to the fate of being a slave, Fengzhen didn't find it hard to bear.

Having experienced ups and downs in several worlds, fame and wealth are just icing on the cake for Fengzhen, if there is something, there is something, and if it is gone, it will be like this.

But the strength he gained through hard work is unmatched in his heart.

This made him feel very bad for several days.

Especially, even if he was in a bad mood, he still had to pretend to be obedient and study those fucking lessons, which made him feel even worse.

In front of warriors or masters, he is good at restraining his emotions.

When he returned to the thatched hut, he didn't bother to pretend, his face was frosty, and the aura around him made the other two people in the same hut afraid to approach.

These people rarely talk to each other, and there is no sense of intimacy in the eyes of each other, but a little defensive.

This made Fengzhen very puzzled.

According to his observation, when these people came out of the pool of blood, they could be said to be blank.

And the courses I came across later were all brainwashing lessons about how to serve the master and how to please the master. How did they grow into such guarded companions?

The most paradoxical point is that he is wary of his companions who accompany him day and night, but he is really brainwashed, and has fanatical and passionate emotions towards the master whose name and appearance he does not know.

After a period of time like this, Feng Zhen and others were gathered in the square, and were asked to wash their bodies again.

Some people know that they are shy, especially girls, whose movements are coy and secretive, and they were severely whipped by the warriors a few times.

"Who are you showing me? These slaves can really do tricks!"

Feng Zhen's ear tipped, and he heard one of the warriors curse.

Slave...Feng Zhen instinctively felt that the other party said these two words.

This is really... It can be called an extreme insult.

He took a breath, put on a brand new short robe calmly, and glanced lightly at the people within his vision by straightening the robe.

Some are ashamed, some are calm, some are confused, and some are expressionless and mechanically dull like him.

No one expressed resentment.

They lined up in a long line and stepped into another courtyard amidst the sound of whips being lashed by the warriors.

This courtyard also has a square, paved with neat stone bricks, which is a level higher than the area where they used to be active before.

There are those who have a simple mind, with a silly country bumpkin look on their face, which makes the samurai laugh.

Here they have been standing and waiting.

It was not until there was a tinge of purple in the sky and it was dusk that several middle-aged people came out of the room.

They sat Shi Shiran on the wooden bench brought out by the warrior, and let the slaves come forward one by one.

Feng Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, these middle-aged people were feeling their bones.

All the slaves who were touched by the middle-aged man were divided into three groups.

Fengzhen was assigned to a group with the smallest number of people.

Among them, there are 28 girls and 11 boys, a total of 39 people.

The girls are beautiful and graceful, and the boys are also handsome and outstanding. There are a few boys and girls who are more beautiful than the girls.

Feng Zhen became the prominent one inside.

There is no him, because although his appearance is exquisite, he has a heroic masculinity, which is completely different from those fresh and young boys with a romantic figure.

However, the people here seem to appreciate the beautiful appearance more, Fengzhen was rudely placed in the last place, and the warriors took them to the new courtyard.

In the eyes of Fengzhen, the new courtyard is still of a crude standard, but in the eyes of others, it seems to have come to heaven.

He stared at the weeds and wild flowers in the yard with surprise and joy.

That's right, I'm used to the thatched huts on the loess land, and it doesn't seem to be an exaggeration to regard some flowers and plants as extremely beautiful.

Feng Zhen also showed a dumbfounded expression, and deliberately stood in front of the warriors who had been watching them for more than ten seconds before entering the room under the impatient push of the warriors.

They were divided into two rooms for men and women, and each room was equipped with long wooden pavements.

There are also soft bedding on the bunk, and everyone is excited and excited, touching these "luxury goods" carefully.

When the samurai left, the teenagers finally made some voices that belonged to this age.

"Huh... so soft."

"Still slippery..."

"What's this made of? Why use such a precious material for sleeping? I don't even want to crump them..."

"Master is so kind to us... um... I really want to know what Master looks like..."

……

As they talked, the topic turned on the master, and the teenagers looked forward to it.

Feng Zhen followed others' words and said a few words of compliments without pain, and quickly undressed and went to sleep.

They only have one meal of porridge in the morning every day, and the rest of the time is not only studying, but also doing some dirty work, and then sleeping.

After changing to a new residence, thinking about it tonight, I won’t arrange them to work again. Why do they have nothing to do and don’t sleep?

The others sighed, and like Feng Zhen, they quickly stripped off and got under the covers.

Surrounded by an unprecedented comfortable touch, the teenagers began to sigh for the second round.

Amidst such voices, Feng Zhen slowly closed his eyes, surrendering his consciousness to sleepiness.