Plane Supermarket

A bird's cry broke the tranquility of the morning, and the sun fell on the ground, covering the buildings and vegetation with a layer of golden yarn.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open after a "squeak" sound.

The red-haired man who pushed the door was carrying a hoe, sat by the door and tied up his trouser legs, and waited for others to pass by him before staggeringly following.

He walked among the crowd without speaking, nor looked around.

The group of people walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally came to a field that was half-opened.

The adults in charge had already arrived, enjoying the cool under the tree, holding a water glass in his hand, and yelled at them: "Hurry up and work! You useless slaves! If you dare to be lazy, I will sell you to the sea!"

The slaves hurriedly jumped down the ridge of the field, eagerly waving their hoes.

The person who guards them has a whip in his hand. Anyone who dares to be lazy and look around will receive a solid whip.

The red-haired man was bowed, his back could not be straightened for a long time, he was obviously not yet 16 years old, but he was already hunchbacked.

"You should thank the lord for giving you work and food." The lord in charge walked leisurely aside with a glass of water - he was clearly in the field, but he was wearing a formal dress with a white false collar and his face And two mustaches.

It seemed that instead of supervising slaves at work, he was going to a ball.

"Master Wells is kind and generous." The steward dragged his tone and repeated the same sentence over and over again, "There are no slaves like you who have so many clothes to wear and a full stomach, you have to thank Wells Your Excellency, you must dedicate everything to Lord Wells, otherwise you will be inferior to livestock!"

Hearing these words that he could recite by heart, the red-haired man thought a little confused—are they really better off than other slaves?

Then why he still can't eat enough, still can't sleep enough, and still can't straighten his back.

He wanted a day off, and one day was enough.

But the master will not let them rest, they are the master's property, they are the master's cattle and horses, they have to give everything for the master, even their lives, but even so, the master still won't take a second look at them, and will never know their names.

"What are you thinking?!" The piercing sound of the whip sounded behind the man, and he was severely whipped before he even had time to hide.

Those who govern them often make fun of them, and whipping is only the most common of them.

Enduring the pain, the red-haired man continued to work while waving his hoe.

His back was full of whip wounds, and before the last one healed, the second one had already fallen on it.

After working for a whole morning, it was finally time to eat. The wooden barrels were brought from the bottom of the mountain, and the slaves put their hands together to form a bowl shape. The rice cooker would directly beat the paste into their hands. No spoon.

The red-haired man hunched over and shrank his neck, carefully lining up in the line. He didn't want to look up, let alone being beaten again.

Hunger filled his mind with only one thought—to eat.

The hot paste contains wheat bran and soybean dregs that have been squeezed out of oil. They are boiled with water until they are soft and rotten. No seasoning is added, and the cows and horses eat better than them.

The man came to the front of the line. He clasped his hands and stared at the mush in the barrel eagerly.

They only had this meal a day, and the extremely hot paste was scooped into his hands, even though the palms were thick with calluses, his hands were already hot red.

But he didn't dare to let go - if he let go, the paste fell to the ground and soaked into the soil, and there was even less food to eat.

He walked under the tree protecting the mush in his hand, and licked it from his wrist.

It was very hot, but he was very hungry, and he didn't even notice that a layer of skin had been burned off his lips.

The man feeding the slaves smiled and said to his companions, "They look like dogs, they only know how to eat."

The companion pouted: "They are not as good as dogs, but dogs are more likable than them."

When the last three slaves were beaten, the man, on a whim, scooped up the remaining paste from the bottom of the wooden bucket. He stretched out the wooden spoon to the slaves, and the slaves quickly reached out to pick them up.

The man's arm was strong, and the hot paste was splashed on the slave's face.

The slave let out a hoarse cry of pain, and he crouched on the ground covering his face.

The man said to the two slaves behind him, "No more, if you want to eat, go and lick the ground."

The two slaves didn't move. The man flicked his whip, frowned impatiently and said, "Let you lick it! Don't you understand human language?! Dogs are smarter than you!"

It wasn't until the man swung it once and hit the slave on the ear that the slave hurriedly knelt down, stretched out his tongue to lick the mush on the ground, and swallowed the mud together.

The man looked at them and laughed, and pointed at them with his whip. After laughing for a while, he felt bored, and shouted at the slave: "Go away! Don't come near me!"

Only then did the slaves run to the other side with hands and feet.

The slave who was splashed in the face was burned red, and blisters appeared on his face.

"If I knew it, I would have boiled this thing hotter." The man was obviously dissatisfied that the slave was only scalded with only one layer of skin, so he said to his companion, "Next time let them kneel together, pour the paste on the ground, let They lick together, like dogs."

Companion: "Aren't you tired of playing?"

The man sighed: "I've been tired of it for a long time, hey, I don't know when I can leave here."

They were sent by the lord to open up wasteland. There are no towns or villages nearby. They can't go to brothels for fun, and they can't buy alcohol. Although the lord will occasionally send food and dry food over, they won't let them go hungry, but there's nothing to enjoy of.

So they can only find fun for themselves, and the easiest fun to find is slavery.

The lord is very rich, so it doesn't matter how many or even a dozen slaves die. This is normal wear and tear, and they will not be punished for it. They can be bought again after they die. Slaves are really worthless.

"Just wait until the land here is fully developed." The companion comforted him, "Don't play with them, let them do more work, and we can go back sooner."

The man nodded noncommittally: "Why didn't you bring the female slave over this time?"

The companion smiled and said, "Didn't you say no?"

The man spat on the ground: "It's disgusting."

"When I think about them being slaves, it makes me sick."

The companion shrugged: "You have so many problems."

After eating, the slaves didn’t have time to rest—they were born cattle and horses, but real cattle and horses were precious property, and they had time to rest, but they weren’t, cheap means they wouldn’t be cherished, and if one died, they would die immediately. I can add the next one.

The red-haired man worked numbly until the sun set and night fell, and the slaves could not see clearly.

In order to prevent the slaves from escaping, they have to go back to the thatched hut, and the people who manage them will lock the wooden door from the outside.

More than a dozen slaves were crammed into a narrow thatched hut, and they were so crowded that they couldn't even lie down straight.

They didn't have time and opportunity to drink water and pee, so they were driven into the house.

The red-haired man huddled in a corner.

He wasn't sleepy at all, he stared blankly at the moonlight coming in through the cracks in the straw, and there was a lingering stench at the tip of his nose.

The smell of sweat, the smell of excrement, body odor and bad breath, countless kinds of smells are intertwined, but he doesn't seem to smell them at all.

There was no sound from outside.

The slaves around him were also asleep.

The man cautiously stood up against the wall, his hands clenched into fists, and he gasped for breath.

Just as he was about to approach the door, a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.

The man was frightened and froze in place, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He looked down stiffly at the man who grabbed his ankle.

The blisters on the opponent's face were densely packed, especially in the middle, a huge blister seemed to be glowing.

"Are you going to run away?" The man endured the pain and asked in a hoarse voice, "Take me, come to me."

The red-haired man quickly squatted down to cover the man's mouth.

Fortunately, many slaves have fallen asleep.

Not all slaves want to escape. Some slaves are used to such a life. They are born slaves. Under the brainwashing and insulting day after day, they have long given up resistance and thinking.

If someone tries to escape, they may also inform them in exchange for a reward.

The probability of escaping is too small, and the possibility of failure is too high. If you fail to escape, you will lose your life, but if you report on others, not only will you not lose your life, but you will also be rewarded, maybe you can get a piece of black bread!

The red-haired man pursed his lips. He looked at the blisters on the man's face, and finally said, "Don't sleep, wait later."

After speaking, he sat down on the spot and leaned against the man.

Under the cover of the voices of other slaves gnashing their teeth and farting, the man whispered, "I can't take it anymore. If this continues, I'm going to die."

The red-haired man looked at his hands silently.

He has been a slave for less than two years, but his body is already riddled with holes. From time to time, he suffers from physical pain and dizziness, but he cannot rest. Recently, he feels that he is almost unable to breathe.

If this continues, he won't survive this year.

"My name is Kane." The red-haired man said suddenly, "If I am caught, I will not confess you. After I die, you can find a way to erect a tombstone for me, wooden ones are fine. My name is Kane Ken."

The man was stunned: "Ken?"

Kane pursed his lips. He used to be the son of the manor owner. Although he was not a nobleman, he was from a superior family. The foal is also a good thoroughbred.

He was born with everything.

Until his family was condemned by His Majesty the King, his parents were hanged, and he and his brothers and sisters were reduced to slaves.

He hadn't thought about his brothers and sisters for a long time, and he didn't dare to think about whether they were still alive and whether they were doing well.

He was not born a slave, he had felt the breath of freedom, and he knew the happiness of being a freeman, so even if he would die if caught, he wanted to give it a try and take a gamble.

Maybe he managed to escape?

Maybe he won't die?

Even being a beggar is better than being a slave.

Kane didn't want to hear his last name mentioned, so he said: "You can call me Kane."

The man said softly, "Okay."

They waited like this, and the night became extraordinarily long, every minute and every second was infinitely stretched by an invisible hand.

There was no movement at all outside, only the sound of insects and the wind blowing on the leaves.

Kane stood up against the wall again, and he tried to pull the door. Sure enough, the outside was chained.

The iron chain made a crashing sound under his pull, and Kane immediately stabilized the door frame and stopped it from moving.

"What should we do now?" The man asked eagerly. He was excited and afraid, fearing that some slaves in the room would wake up at this time and tell them that they were going to escape, and he was excited about the possible freedom.

Kane whispered, "Do you dare to bet?"

The man looked at him a little confused.

Kane: "The door is chained, but we can break the door frame, but it will wake people up, and we have to run as far as possible to hide before we are caught."

There's no way they can sneak away, the best thing to do is to cause chaos so all the slaves are their cover.

The man swallowed, subconsciously shrank his neck, and said cautiously: "Forget it, forget it..."

"I, I don't want to die."

Kane had already made up his mind, he pursed his lips: "Then don't bark."

After speaking, Kane raised his leg to kick the door frame.

His strength alone was really limited. After several kicks, the sound of the iron chains colliding became more and more louder, and the door frame began to crumble.

A slave made a voice in the darkness: "Is it dawn?"

He thought it was the man in charge who was undoing the chains.

Before the slaves realized that someone was kicking the door and trying to escape, Kane had already slammed into the door frame.

After a "bang -" sound.

Kane, lying on the door and lying on the ground, was bathed in the moonlight.

"Someone has escaped!" shouted someone from among the slaves. "Someone has escaped! Quick! Catch him!"

"Catch him! We can get black bread!"

Kane got up, he didn't know where to run, he could only run in the direction of the moon, he hoped that the moon god could guide him the way to survive, and lead him away from this nightmare world, he would rather die on the way of chasing freedom , nor willing to be a slave.

He didn't know if the man followed him, he only knew to run!

Keep running forward!

Just run and he'll be free!

Soon, torches were lit in the woods, and the fire made the surrounding trees cast fangs and claws. The stewards shouted at Kane running in the woods angrily: "You damn pig! I can guarantee that you will I will be caught and brought back! Then I will smash all your teeth with my own hands! Cut off your fingers and toes and let your toothless mouth swallow!"

"Go and catch him! Bring him back! A slave who dares to run away should die in front of everyone!"

Someone led out the hounds.

The sound of dogs barking and people was extremely noisy.

Kane stumbled, and there was severe pain in his ankle, but he didn't dare to stop, he limped on one leg, and ran forward with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

The barking was getting closer and closer, and Kane saw the exit of the woods.

He abandoned all thoughts, and there was only one thought in his mind: "Get out, and you will be free when you get out."

Leave the woods and he is free!

Kane thought he was getting faster and faster, but his painful leg dragged him back, and instead of getting faster, his speed was getting slower and slower.

When the hound was less than ten meters away from him, Kane finally fell out of the woods.

He propped up his hands full of hope, looked up and looked forward——

There is no freedom, no hope, only a crescent moon overhead and a cliff not far away.

Kane suddenly lost all spirit.

He lay powerlessly on the ground, his face was covered with muddy water, he was embarrassed and desperate, only felt that the moonlight was extraordinarily cold, so cold that it was bitingly cold, cutting his flesh with a knife.

"catch him!"

"Take him back!"

Kane raised his head suddenly, no!He cannot be taken back!He knew how these people would torture him!

They would flay him alive, they would break his legs, pull out his teeth and nails, they would injure him in the cruelest ways, and they would not allow him to die so easily.

Kane stumbled to his feet.

He would rather jump off a cliff and die!

He kept walking forward with a limp, sweating from anxiety.

"Wang!"

Kane felt a sharp pain.

He was thrown from behind by the hounds, and someone behind shouted: "Yes! Joel! Hold him down, don't let this stupid and dirty slave stand up!"

Kane's shoulder was bitten and bloody.

But he couldn't feel the pain anymore, he stretched out his arms, grabbed the dead grass, and slowly climbed towards the edge of the cliff.

The hounds were on his back, and a dog was more human than he was.

Kane kept moving forward, and he could feel the footsteps of those chasing him getting closer.

The hound bit his shoulders and back, and blood and flesh fell to the ground, but Kane only looked forward.

He wanted to die on a cliff, but this seemed to be an extravagant wish.

The person running from behind grabbed his hair. The hair that hadn't been cut and washed for more than two years was tangled together because of dirty oil. step on his back.

His internal organs seemed to be trampled out.

Kane gasped in pain, the man kicked him from the side, the hound on his back jumped away, and he was kicked and curled up on his side.

The man turned his head triumphantly, and shouted backwards: "I caught him!"

"Don't even try to run away! This time I won!"

The man took out the rope and bent down to tie Kane's wrists. The moment he bent over, Kane suddenly spat hard into his eyes.

The man was yelled disgustingly, and jumped a step away.

"You are dead! You madman! Dirty monster! Pig! Beast! I will kill you with my own hands! I will dig out your internal organs and let you eat them yourself while you are alive!"

Kane couldn't hear what he was saying at all, and he took the opportunity to run towards the cliff.

The man yelled, "Joel!"

The Hound ran towards Kane.

It hit Kane, and it was this collision that knocked Kane, who was still somewhat of a cliff, to the edge of the cliff.

Kane glanced down.

The cliff was deep and dark. He didn't know what was under the cliff, and he didn't know what his death would be like. Kane turned his head again and looked at the stewards who came towards him angrily and just came out of the woods.

Kane spits out blood, takes one last look at the moon, and—

He jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

"He jumped off a cliff!"

"Damn! He died too easily!"

A group of people came to the edge of the cliff and spat at the bottom of the cliff.

But it was blown to his face by the wind.

"Bah bah bah!"

"Let's go, let's go back, those slaves are still waiting for us to give them black bread."

"Rye bread? Let them eat shit."

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I don't know how long it took, Kane woke up in pain, he opened his eyes with difficulty, severe pain that could not be ignored came from all over his body, his chest was tight, he coughed hard, and coughed out a big mouthful congestion.

Kane slowed down, he endured the pain and looked at his surroundings - he fell on a tree branch, completely lost feeling in one leg, severe pain in his stomach and arms, he only had one hand He barely moved, and his face felt sticky, probably because he broke his head, and blood flowed all over his face.

It didn't even die like this.

Kane didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.

No one will find him here.

He could only endure this slowly, and he might die today, or he might die in a few days.

Kane looked up at the gentle moon.

He twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty, no matter what, he is finally free, right?

He died not as a slave, but alone, and this was about the luckiest moment of his two years.

Kane leaned against the tree trunk, and he gave up resistance. When he saw a bird flying by, he still thought about whether the bird would eat or not, and whether the bird would eat him up after he died, and take him with him. Take him to another place.

He thought drowsily, his eyes gradually losing focus.

At the last moment when Kane was about to close his eyes, a ray of light suddenly lit up in the sky, stronger than the moonlight, and even covered the moonlight.

Kane stared at the light - he thought it was a hallucination before he died, or that the moon god came to pick him up.

Yet he did not see the Goddess in that light.

The ball of light landed on the boulder at the bottom of the cliff close to the mountain wall.

The light gradually dissipated, and Kane saw a boxy house with a strange shape. It didn't look like a stone house, nor a nobleman's castle, nor a poor man's wooden house. He opened his mouth slightly.

miracle?

miracle!

It must be a miracle!That must be Luna's palace!Luna came to rescue him!

Kane looked over with fiery eyes, wishing he could burn through the wall with his gaze and let the goddess discover his existence.

He is determined.

The goddess will definitely save her followers, and the goddess will never abandon her children.

In the supermarket——

Holding the binoculars, Ye Zhou could almost see the unlucky guy hanging on the branch at a glance.

He turned to Zou Ming and said, "Did he climb up by himself or fell from it?"

On the way to the ground, Ye Zhou observed the environment and knew that they fell under a cliff.

Without cooking smoke and houses, there should be no people.

"Forget it, let's get the person down first, and ask where this is."

"I don't know if there is any magic."

Zou Ming took the binoculars that Ye Zhou handed him, and looked in the direction of Kane. Compared with Ye Zhou, he observed more carefully, and said seriously: "He should have fallen from the cliff, and there is a high probability that he was killed by someone. Chase him, he has a wound on his shoulder bitten by an animal, he may be a dog, he doesn't look like a wolf."

Ye Zhou nodded: "I've seen it, he's the only one nearby, don't be too careful and nervous."

If you're new here, be careful.

Ye Zhou: "Why do I feel that every time we go to a plane, the first person we meet must be miserable?"

Zou Ming thought about himself.

silent.

Ye Zhou put down the binoculars: "I think he might be the worst one we have encountered."

"Come on, I'll go with you."

I don't know what this Minzel continent is like, whether there is magic, or if it is not peaceful.

If possible, he would also like to meet Western Dragon.