God does not love the world [unlimited]

There is a mountain village outside the mine, no one knows its name, only know that the people who will live here have a cheap name that is easy to support.

Since the manager recruited people, all the people in the village who can move freely have come here. For a wage, they signed up, got a hoe, and bent their waists to work among the rocks.

At every moment, the five players mixed among the crowd in the cabin were sent to the steward by the burly man.

It didn't take long for the newcomers to disperse, and there was commotion on the opposite east side.

"Uncle Zhang!"

The person who fell on the ground was twitching all over, his forehead was engraved with old marks, his temples were weathered from the years, and his face was sick after a long period of hard work.

A girl who looked only in her teens squatted down in a panic and shook his shoulder vigorously: "Uncle Zhang, how are you doing, Uncle Zhang? Don't scare me..."

"Snapped--"

The long whip lashed the girl's shoulders fiercely, throwing the girl several meters away.Then the steward's voice sounded: "What are you doing? Do you want to work around here?!"

The girl was so painful that her eyes were full of tears, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

The steward only glanced at her, turned his hand, and yanked directly at the man on the ground: "You lazy bastard, get up!"

"don't want--!"

The man twitched twice, and the sackcloth was torn a big hole.

The girl crawled over on hands and feet, and touched a hand of blood on the hole.

The whip is not an ordinary whip, but one specially made by the manager. It is long enough to exert force, and it is covered with dense barbs. A piece of skin can be hooked off by the touch of the hand, and it can be directly torn apart when it falls on a person. The meat comes.

Another lash of the whip: "Get up!"

"I've been working non-stop since yesterday, and he's already passed out from exhaustion, can't you see?!" The girl subconsciously blocked it, her entire palm was torn apart, and the pain was so painful that tears could no longer be held back. , "Can't you let him take a break?! What are you doing!"

The steward sneered, and lashed at her mercilessly.

The girl felt a burning pain from her shoulders to her thighs, and her body was shaking so much that she couldn't even stand still.

"Rest?" The steward stepped forward step by step, watching her crawling on the ground condescendingly, "If you don't want to do it, you can just leave."

The girl pursed her lips, but her voice was hoarse.

"At the beginning, he came to me and begged me to take him in on his knees. He also said that no matter how I order him, he will never complain. Of course, not only him, but also you, all of you!"

Another whip.

"You eat my food, wear my clothes, live in my place, and your life is mine, so you should obediently work hard for me!"

Second whip.

"Aren't you very arrogant? Go if you have the ability! See when you're going to starve to death and don't come and kneel in front of my door again, dirtying my house!"

The steward whipped him three times in a row, making the man tremble and his hands and feet were weak, and the blood under the rags soaked the rags on his body.

When he threw it away again, the man on the ground stood in front of the girl tremblingly, supporting his dilapidated body: "Don't, don't hit me!"

The voice was rough and hoarse.

"Uncle Zhang!"

He was bleeding on his back, but he didn't dare to fall down. He staggered and turned around, kowtowing to the steward: "Please, don't hit me, it's all my fault. I'm going to continue digging now, then..."

The steward sneered: "Why didn't you still not be able to walk just now? Now you can move again?"

The girl burst into tears: "Uncle Zhang!"

But he didn't even look at her, just kowtowed all the time, the skin on his forehead was torn and blood seeped.

The steward slapped him on the face with his backhand, venting his anger, and then withdrew the whip: "Hurry up!"

No one dared to stay.

No one dared to speak out.

What the steward said was right, they came here voluntarily in the first place, their deeds of prostitution were held in their hands, and their lives were taken by others.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if they really escaped, they would not survive.

Because of poverty.

This mine is located in the remote northern border of the big country. The village is used to being isolated from the outside world, the land is not suitable for planting, and the heavy corvee can bend the spine of a living person.Coupled with natural disasters in recent years, the plants on the mountain were almost plucked, and many of the roads were starved to death and frozen to death.

It was never the job that needed them, but that they needed the job.Without them, there are plenty of people outside vying for the top.Those who cannot bend down will be broken inch by inch in the end by death.

So what if it is bitter, at least there is food to eat, and two meals of porridge a day are enough to survive.

At a quarter of noon, the steward gave an order for all to rest.

The crowd took bowls to the grotto to collect water, pouring mouthfuls of water, and the moment their buttocks touched the ground, they sank into the mud. The sweat from their palms touched the ground and was immediately scalded into white gas.

"do not come!"

The woman was dressed in rags, and the cloth was stained with blood and sand.

Four or five men surrounded her, and the leader was a rare-looking man among the old, weak, sick, and disabled, with dirty yellow hair, and he directly reached out to grab the woman's arm: "What are you dawdling about, come here for me! "

The woman was staggered and fell directly in front of the man. The next moment, the man's body covered in mud and sweat directly pressed against her, directly clamping her arm.

Overworked and malnourished all year round, how could a thin woman push a grown man twice her size, and she was so heavy that she couldn't straighten up, crying: "Don't ! Help me, help me..."

The man next to him whistled: "This little bitch sounds really nice."

The leader had already torn off the woman's clothes: "Come on, everyone is like this, are you even more noble than others? Lay down for me!"

Until a shovel came crashing down.

The man was smashed to the point of staring, the shovel exerted force again and hit the back of his head hard, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

The men around were stunned, with fire in their eyes: "There are still people meddling in their own business."

"This is really top quality." There were also men who looked at her with dirty eyes, "Since you're here, don't leave."

Wu Er looked at the man who was approaching together, and chuckled lightly, the sunlight disappeared in her eyes, and she smashed it with the handle of the shovel.

The people who fell on the ground were next to each other, like piles of stinking garbage.

Wu Er looked back at the woman on the ground, her long hair was tied, and a few strands of sweat were sticking to her forehead: "Are you still leaving?"

The woman kept thanking her, and stood up tremblingly: "I'm leaving now, I won't come here again in the future."

Wuer rolled up his sleeves, his slender eyelashes flickered: "I'm talking about this place, why don't you leave?"

The woman was slightly stunned, staring blankly at her fair skin, with a bit of sadness in her eyes: "I won't go."

No one dared to stop.

No one dared to persuade.

This is the default unspoken rule here, no matter men or women, once the physiological reaction comes up, they will directly find others to solve it.Anyway, they are all struggling in the mud, no one can turn over, no one is nobler than the other, and they don't care if the skin is rotten or the roots are rotten.

It's not that no one has resisted, but it's a pity that they couldn't resist; it's not that no one has reported it, but it's a pity that the manager never paid attention to it and carried out what he said "employees don't look at men, women and children" to the end; The emperor is far away, and the only county magistrate is the most biased backing for the stewards here, because the mines hand over the most offerings every year.

Of course you can escape, but as the saying goes, if you escape, you will not be able to live because you are poor.

No matter how noble the body is, is it better than life?

If it is comparable, it means that the life is not bitter enough, the distance between the situation and death is not close enough, and the pressure is not heavy enough.Otherwise, why not bow down.

Not a moment later, the steward got news that a woman in the land she was in charge of killed five laborers with a shovel.

At that time, Wu Er had just untied his messy hair, and the sound of breaking wind behind him hit his ears.She lowered her back and turned to avoid it, and looked up at the steward who rushed over.

The steward held the whip, his eyes seemed poisoned: "Who allowed you to kill people?"

Wu Er bent his eyes and smiled: "They are not human, so what if I kill them?"

"I don't care what they do. Their lives are mine. What right do you, a poor man, have to dare to move?" A whip with barbs flew past her shoulder, and the steward's eyes were burning with anger, "They died!" Can you replace me? Can you support the mine they dug? You can’t afford to sell you the money they should have earned for me!”

Wu Er dodged the whip and ran directly to the steward.But before she could get close, more people stepped forward and surrounded her.

Why has this oppression not been overturned?

The steward stood in the center of the hired thugs: "Whoever can catch her will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!"

A dozen strong thugs collapsed even tighter, subconsciously leaning towards the girl in the center.

The steward sneered and said, "Including everyone present! Whoever catches her will be rewarded!"

The men, women and children around who were originally low-browed and pleasing to the eye raised their heads subconsciously. They were also prostitutes in the mine. bank note.

The smile in Wuer's eyes faded little by little.

"Give it to me! Take her down!"

It's really no wonder that no one escaped, not only because they were poor, but also because they were weak, and because the people here are so easy to manipulate, and they can be directly turned to the opposite side with a single sentence.

You can beat one person, two people, three, four, five, or six people, but how do you struggle against thousands of people?

Wule was conscious when he was thrown into the cellar.

She wiped the blood from her shoulder with her right hand, rubbed the scarlet warm liquid with her fingertips, dyed her whole hand red, raised her eyebrows slightly, looked up at the person coming, and smiled: "Brother."

The light in the cellar was very dim, and only a shadow could be seen vaguely.

Shi Yu listened to her voice: "Can you see clearly?"

"I can't see clearly." Wu Er wiped the blood from his hand on the hem of his clothes, looking at his figure, "but only you will come."

Shi Yu clicked on the bracelet: "Hand."

Wu Er spread out his hand, and a porcelain vase fell on his palm the next moment.She froze for a moment: "Didn't I tell you to give it to you?"

"It's yours."

"It's so perfunctory to borrow my flowers and present them in front of me."

Shi Yu didn't answer: "Leave at night."

Wu Er paused: "Where are you going?"

"Chonglian Mountain."

That's where they were before they were surrounded by Faceskin's white mist.

She turned her face to the side: "What's the relationship between this place and that face-skinned ghost?"

According to the previous experience in the game, people died and turned into ghosts, she had inquired about that face-skinned ghost during the day.If Faceskin really died here before his death, it stands to reason that his appearance like that should be memorable, but no one around here claims to have seen such a person.

Shi Yu: "It has faces of men, women and children, it doesn't necessarily refer to a certain person."

Wuer uncorked the bottle. Because of the dim light, he could only use his experience to measure the distance between his hands when he was half-blind. He poured the medicine powder into his palm, and after a few seconds of silence, he followed his will and said, "So that ghost is A collection of resentful souls from many people?"

"The upper limit of the power of a single ghost is unlikely to create such an illusion." Shi Yu said, "Assuming that the starting point of its initial attack on the player is not to let the player die, but to let everyone come in and experience it for themselves. What about everything you've been through?"

Wuer: "Why us?"

What is so special about the identity assigned by the system that the player is targeted by the face-skinned ghost?

"What does it want us to experience?" she asked.

Shi Yu stood against the wall, looking at the little light coming in from the crack of the door in the distance: "Those innocent souls who died under the unhealthy rule of the emperor took revenge on the officials who ruled, and made them empathize with the life at the bottom. Does it sound reasonable?"

Wuer was taken aback.

"Although no one is qualified to privately own the mine, the capital as a whole is passed upwards in one direction. Their mining and sales will eventually flow into the imperial palace, and they will be labeled as the Dacheng Kingdom and the emperor. Their hunger and cold made the superior Jinyiyu food, but the extravagance and licentiousness of the superiors aggravate the hardships of their lives."

"Doctor Yushi, Taiwei, Eldest Princess, Concubine, Dali Temple Minister, these are not the squeezers, but the beneficiaries of the squeeze. If you think about it carefully, no one can escape a life lawsuit, and the direct and indirect life of the body is not necessarily worse than death. There are fewer people in that hand."

Shi Yu said: "Emperor Cheng is dead, but the player is still alive."

Wuer wiped away the blood she had rubbed on the porcelain bottle little by little: "Why aren't you angry at being brought here by that cheeky ghost as a scum who oppresses them?"

Faceskin's hatred is a disaster for players who have only been in this world for less than three days.

Shi Yu listened to this question: "It's natural for them to hate, why are they angry?"

Wu Er looked at the figure outside the fence without blinking: "Brother, you are really a good person."

"..."

Shi Yu: "If I were a good person, I wouldn't stand by while you were being beaten."

Wuer laughed so hard that his eyes rolled up: "But if you didn't stand by and watch, the steward would only beat me harder and harder."

■

Qu Liannian was wearing a radio by his ear, listening to the sound coming from the other end of the bug, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After a while of talking, Shi Yu returned to the ground from the ground.

When the two met, Qu Liannian had already put away the things next to his ears, raised his head and wiped his sweat, and greeted with a pure face: "Boss."

Shi Yu nodded to him, and continued to move forward, staggering away from him.