Plane Supermarket

Ye Zhou lowered the gun head, and he handed the sniper rifle back to Chen Shu.

The sun was scorching right now, but Ye Zhou felt cold all over his body - he didn't feel scared because he shot himself. On the contrary, he felt that the moment he shot, the man he regarded as the target and the first person he killed Overlapped together.

Something he'd been trying to hold on to, but couldn't, left him.

But this made Ye Zhou feel a little relaxed.

This feeling is hard to describe. Before it appeared, Ye Zhou didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him, but when it left, his whole body lightened suddenly. Something that had been restraining and imprisoning him had finally let him go.

"Do you want to go there?" Chen Shu lowered her voice, and she suggested: "It's not a good time to go there now, I think it's best to wait until after dark."

Ye Zhou didn't plan to rush over, "Just wait."

Hill, who was knocked down, fell to the ground. Before he even realized what happened, blood suddenly flowed from his abdomen. He was panting, and his ears were filled with his own panting and heartbeat. came from everywhere, but the other party was obviously holding his hand.

"Hill! Hill!"

Someone was ripping off his clothes, and they saw the blood on his body, but they didn't know where it came from.

"Stop the bleeding! Quick, is there a witch doctor?! Find a witch doctor!"

The stewards got busy, but there was no real concern on their faces, only the boredom of getting into trouble and the fear of facing the unknown.

"What was it just now? Did someone shoot an arrow? I didn't see the arrow, and there was no arrow wound on his body."

"Drag him into the house!"

The stewards suddenly realized that there was a "murderer" outside, and how weak these stewards were compared to the "murderer", so they left and carried Hill into the wooden house.

The wooden house should be able to block arrows, and the stewards finally found a sense of security the moment they closed the door.

"Could it be some strange piece of iron? I once had a neighbor, he was walking on the road, and the iron piece flew from nowhere, cut his neck and died on the street." The man sighed sadly, "Afterwards, no one knew where that piece of iron came from."

"I see Hill's situation much like my neighbor's," said the speaker.

Fortunately, the companion who had the best relationship with Hill never gave up on him. The companion tore off Hill's clothes and explored Hill's abdomen with a pair of blood-soaked hands.

It was a blood hole.

No weapons remain.

There are no arrows, and no pieces of iron.

It was as if air had penetrated Hill's abdomen, leaving a bloody hole.

Hill opened his mouth wide. He looked at the wooden beams, panting continuously, and tried his best to grab his companion's hand, just like a slave who had just tried his best to grab the mud. He whispered with difficulty: "Save... …help me……"

He doesn't want to die.

The companion broke into a hot sweat: "I will save you, I will definitely save you! I will go to the witch doctor to save you!"

The companion looked at the steward who surrounded him. He returned to his gentle appearance and said fiercely, "I'm going down the mountain to find a witch doctor. You should watch him carefully and find a way to stop his bleeding."

The stewards didn't give their companions a look, but said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, we know."

Companion: "You don't know, he is the nephew of the lord's personal servant. You usually have conflicts with him. If you don't like him, it's just a small problem between us. But if he is really dead, how do you deal with him?" His uncle confessed?"

In a certain way, the personal servant has already broken through the class.

They have more freedom, status, and property than civilians.

A highly regarded personal servant, he can use his status as a servant to embark on a career in politics.

The lord can take him to many meetings. As long as the lord allows, he can discuss with other noble lords at the meeting. His power is only lower than the lord and the butler, and the personal servant is often the next butler.

If Hill's uncle succeeds in becoming the butler, Hill will naturally become the next manservant.

The stewards all wished that something happened to him, and wished that he died. Only after he died, would they have the opportunity to change their fate and class like this.

Otherwise, they are just in charge from birth to death, from themselves to their children.

And if their children don't get the lord's attention, then maybe they don't even have the slight power to manage things.

Will become ordinary free people.

Doing heavy work and paying taxes, but the food production is very little. After paying the taxes, the family can only ask the lord to borrow food to survive the difficult and difficult days.

But the lord's food cannot be exchanged.

They repaid it this year, borrowed it next year, and repaid it every year.

So naturally they became serfs.

Become the lord's private slaves, and when the king wants to let them participate in wars or pay taxes, the lord can stop them.

For the lord, the more slaves in his own territory, the better, it is better than free people.

But if the territory is full of slaves, it is not justified, so the lords usually let their favorite, obedient stewards and their families become free people, and manage the serfs for themselves.

Therefore, apart from the bought slaves, most of the serfs were the "people" of the lord himself.

The stewards finally lowered their expressions and said to their companions, "Go quickly, we know what to do."

The companion then left the cabin.

He seemed completely unafraid of the possible dangers outside, mounted a donkey, and rushed down the hill eagerly.

Now in the eyes of Ye Zhou and the others, only the slaves who are still working hard are left——

The slaves didn't care if anyone was watching them all the time. The day-to-day toil and hunger had destroyed their ability to think. They couldn't eat enough fat and protein. He was still alive, so he became a walking dead who could breathe, walk, and work.

Ye Zhou looked at them with a telescope, and he saw the slave who was still lying on the ground again.

Still no one rescued him.

He was still in the mud, only this time he was on his back.

Ye Zhou pursed his lips, and he turned his head, unable to bear to look over.

The slave was skinny and looked like an adult when he stood up, but when he fell down, he looked like a big-headed doll.

His face was covered with mud and water, and Ye Zhou couldn't even see what he looked like and what age he might be.

"He should be less than eighteen." Chen Shu seemed to guess what Ye Zhou was thinking, she whispered, "Boss, don't be sad, after dark, Zou Ming and I are enough."

Ye Zhou was taken aback: "What is enough?"

Chen Shu blinked, and said as a matter of course: "Kill them all, that's enough."

Ye Zhou couldn't laugh or cry: "I didn't come here for this, why did you forget?"

Chen Shu was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was, so he could only look at Zou Ming.

Zou Ming added: "We are here to do business with them, to use their money to support their people."

Of course Ye Zhou could raise these slaves, and he could afford them too, with such financial resources—but he didn't want to be a slave owner, and he didn't want these slaves to change to another master to continue to be slaves.

Of course, he is not the savior, he will save the poor people when he sees them.

It is of course best to have the best of both worlds. It can not only save these slaves, but also allow him to accumulate enough points to leave this plane.

"I want to think about how to fool them." Ye Zhou said with a smile.

The three of them are now behind the slope. Unless someone climbs out from the cliff, it is impossible to see them. The seats are good, but Ye Zhou feels that his back is chilly and he doesn't feel very safe.

So Ye Zhou would grab Zou Ming's arm from time to time.

At first Zou Ming would look at him, but then he didn't care at all.

"I originally thought that fireworks might be useful." Ye Zhou took out a small firework from his backpack and sighed. "Although it might be useful, it's impossible to pretend to be a miracle?"

After all, he didn't know if there were already fireworks here.

"Or is it still a strong flashlight?" Ye Zhou thinks that the strong light flashlight is a good thing - it is simply a magic weapon in this plane.

Usually, it can not only illuminate the road, but also act as a weapon. When you are pretending to be a ghost, turn on the light, and the surrounding area is as bright as day-you must not sit on oil lamps, candles, or torches.

"Just a bright flashlight." Ye Zhou put away the flashlight and asked Zou Ming, "Do you think you should bring something else?"

Zou Ming looked at Ye Zhou's face, and he shook his head slightly: "No need."

Chen Shu also sighed: "Boss, I also don't think it's necessary."

When she first came, although she thought the boss was good-looking, she didn't seem to like it to this extent.

At that time, the boss was always a bit meek, and he was not in a hurry to do things, and his smile was very gentle.

Now the boss still smiles a lot, but the smile doesn't stay on his face for so long. He looks more serious, but he doesn't feel alienated.

Maybe it was because of a little more seriousness that made him look more handsome than before.

Especially when his dark eyes stared at someone without blinking, it seemed as if he wanted to suck people into his eyes.

Thinking of this, Chen Shu immediately made a smart move, and kept reminding himself in his heart: "Chen Shu, Chen Shu, don't be obsessed with hue, people who are obsessed with hue will have no good results!"

After all, for Ye Zhou, pretending to be a ghost is already a familiar business.

He just needs to get rid of the dust and sawdust on himself before playing tricks.

Turn on the lights on the edge of the cliff at night, and it will be as bright as day.

Zou Ming and Chen Shu hid in the woods on both sides. If anyone dared to attack Ye Zhou directly or run over, they would shoot directly.

As long as Ye Zhou didn't stop them, they wouldn't care if they took other people's lives or not, or took a few.

Ye Zhou didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

If this was in a peaceful age, on the plane he was in, he must have felt that these two needed education, preferably starting from junior high school.

But this is not his plane, only enough force can guarantee their own safety.

Don't dare to shoot, don't dare to do it, and it will only be them who will be unlucky in the end.

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"Quick!" The companion finally rushed back in the afternoon. When he came back, he was not riding on a donkey, but was leading a donkey, and an old man with a strange figure was sitting on the donkey's back.

He has gray hair connected with a long beard, and his snow-white eyebrows are also unibrows.

It is obviously a European appearance, but it makes people feel like a small Maitreya Buddha.

Ye Zhou really didn't expect to see such a plump person here.

His companion was Som, and he said anxiously to the witch doctor who got off his donkey: "He must have been hit by something unclean, it could be a ghost! Or a werewolf vampire!"

The witch doctor was not perfunctory: "Is there really a hole in his body? Is there no murder weapon nearby?"

Som nodded: "Yes, I didn't see the iron piece, nor did I see the arrow."

The witch doctor frowned: "Come on, let's go in and have a look, and hope that poor boy is still alive."

As they spoke, they passed the slave who had "drowned" in the mud.

No one looked at him as if he was just a rock or a weed, except for one person.

After pushing open the wooden door, the witch doctor quickly walked to Hill who was lying on the bed. He didn't even know where Hill's wound was, so he suddenly yelled: "Kadibuti!"

The stewards were taken aback, but they didn't stop him from "casting a spell".

Witch doctors are the only doctors here. They need to manage sacrifices to gods, and also treat people's diseases. Of course, many people die, but few are cured, but this is the only thing people here can count on when they face diseases. .

In fact, Hill couldn't quite see who the person appeared in front of him. He felt better, and his body was not so cold. He fumbled to grab Som's hand, but it was in vain. It was Som who threw himself. Go over and grab Hill's hand.

"You'll be fine." Som's voice choked, "You'll be fine."

He and Hill were playmates and grew up together. He was just the child of an ordinary farmer and was very likely to become a serf in the future.

It is because Hill regards him as a friend that he can become a member of the "leader", not a slave, and his parents and family members do not need it.

If Hill is dead, can he still protect everything now?

And the servant, will you forgive him?

Hill's life is more important than his own life. As long as Hill, his parents, brothers and sisters are protected, they can continue to be free citizens.

"Master Witch Doctor." Som looked at the Witch Doctor who was still chanting, "I remember there is a way..."

"It can save people who are seriously ill."

The witch doctor ignored him, and after reading what he was supposed to say, he grinned and said, "Don't think too much, he's just hurt a little."

The witch doctor walked over to the bed, and in full view, he slid his fingers into Hill's wound.

He also said quite proudly: "Such wounds are actually better than those with iron fragments left."

"Just wrap it up with herbs." The witch doctor said eloquently, "If he is not dead by this time tomorrow, he will survive."

Everyone: "..."

You can live without dying, isn't this nonsense?

But after all, there was only this witch doctor nearby, and no matter how bad-tempered the stewards were, they didn't want to offend him.

The witch doctor carried a wooden barrel with him, and when he unplugged it, a fermenting smell of dead branches and rotten leaves burst out, almost knocking out everyone in the wooden house.

But he didn't realize it, and said to Som: "Put this on him."

Witch doctor: "The wound is not big, so you don't need to push it."

Som didn't dare not believe in this medicine. No matter how bad it smelled or how scary it looked, he would apply it on Hill who had already passed out as a panacea. His movements were light but fast, and his eyes Full of expectations.

He wished that as soon as the medicine was applied, Hill would wake up immediately, and then play jokes with him alive and well, and even beat the slaves.

"Okay, that's all." The witch doctor old god said, "I'm going down the mountain, and there are others who need me."

"No! You can't go!" Som said, standing in front of the witch doctor who was about to step out, "He is still very dangerous, you have to watch him here!"

The witch doctor frowned and showed a stern expression: "Could it be that only his life is life, and other young masters, lords and wives are not lives? If there is a lord who encounters an accident without my help, can you afford it?" Is this responsibility?"

Thom could hear his threat, but all he could do now was say, "I can."

Witch Doctor: "..."

The witch doctor still has to go—he has to go!In this wooden barrel are the grass leaves and dead branches he picked casually, and he usually uses them to fool people, cure diseases and save people?That means the seven orifices have been connected to the six orifices, and none of them have been understood.

What he inherited from his parents was only the passage he chanted and sang at the very beginning.

He has done everything he can, and if he stays, something happens to him, what if he is caught?Even if you don't die, it's not good to lose two layers of skin.

But Som is a young and strong young man after all, and the witch doctor still failed to defeat him in the end. He was locked in this log cabin and took care of Hill, who was already unconscious, with Som.

The witch doctor looked out the window, and he sighed leisurely—he just wanted to cheat some money, and he didn't want to be deducted.

But now that the flow is down, the witch doctor can only take care of Hill honestly, although he doesn't know how to take care of him at all, so he can only keep saying to Som: "Clean his body, clean his wound, feed him some water, Lift his arms up."

Fortunately, Som is in a state of confusion at this time, and he has no way to think about whether his demands are reasonable or not.

Slowly, the sky outside the window became dark.

The witch doctor's eyes suddenly became kind, and he asked cautiously, "Are you hungry? I haven't eaten all day. I'm really hungry."

Som didn't have any appetite at the moment. He said with a blank expression, "What do you want to eat? I'll ask them to bring it in for you."

The witch doctor quickly shook his head: "You better let me go out to eat, the smell inside is really bad!"

There is not only the smell of blood and sweat, but also the smell of Hill's excrement that has just been cleaned up.

Som seemed to realize what the wooden house had become now, but he didn't dare to leave Hill for too long, and he was worried that he would push the witch doctor into a hurry, and the other party really didn't want to stay anymore.

He could only nod to the witch doctor: "Go out."

"Be careful, there are snakes in the woods."

Thom looked away.

The witch doctor turned his head. He wrinkled his nose and his skin wrinkled because of it, but he still smiled and said, "I know, I won't go down the mountain. I don't have any antidote with me now."

He doesn't have any medicine that can cure the snake's venom!If he had this ability, he would have gone to Wangcheng and worked in the palace long ago.

The witch doctor opened the wooden door and went out.

He let out a long breath—he just wanted to make a living, why is it so difficult?

The witch doctor walked around the crowd, he didn't want to be seen by the stewards, and he didn't want to be stopped by them.

He used to be like this, the stewards asked him to see a doctor, and then asked him to show the slaves after finishing the work.

It's not that they care too much about the slave's health, but that it seems that they can see the witch doctor's ability.

He cheated out of a sum of money, so he should leave now. The witch doctor made up his mind to escape successfully before being discovered!

While the witch doctor was still surveying the route, he suddenly felt a light coming from not far away. He narrowed his eyes in confusion and looked in the direction of the light.

In such a dark night, this light is so frightening that people dare not look directly at it.

The witch doctor didn't dare to run away, he felt as if all his strength had been taken away from him, he couldn't even stand still, and sat down on the ground.

This is the light that the Kingdom of God should have. It is snow white without a trace of orange. It is not the light of fire, but more like the light at the moment when the lightning falls is captured by someone, and then stays for a long time.

The witch doctor half-lyed on the ground in a daze, looking at the light in a daze, he even forgot his name and what he should do now.

Besides him, the slaves also saw the light.

They stopped and walked numbly, as if they realized that the stewards were not around, and no one was watching them all the time.

The witch doctor looked at the slaves, but the slaves did not look at him.

He understands slaves, slaves are numb, like livestock, and should not suddenly go crazy now, as long as the manager comes over...

But just as he was about to feel relieved, he heard a dumb slave stretch his arm, pointing in the direction of the light and shouting: "Ah!"

He waved his hands excitedly, and his eyes, which had not been bright before, suddenly shone brightly.

Obviously not dumb, but the witch doctor understood what the dumb meant.

He is saying—we have atoned for our sins, God has come to pick us up, and we don't have to live like this anymore.

He didn't say a word, yet seemed to say everything.

The slaves made a noise, and they stumbled towards the light!

It must have been a miracle to have such divine light, it is God!It was God who came to rescue them and let them escape from the sea of ​​suffering!

The slaves were boiling, and they rushed forward frantically.

The witch doctor didn't want to go with them at first, he was timid and wanted to hide to see the situation, but in the end he followed.

If there is a god.

Then, as the first person to see God, can he get some benefits?

How big is this benefit? Can it make him a rich man?Or the king?

The witch doctor's expression gradually became excited, but he was worried that this was an evil god.

Everyone here believes in God, and there are countless legends about God.

"Follow me!" The witch doctor suddenly stood up, and he shouted, as if suddenly becoming a part of the slaves, to lead them to a better future.

The slaves turned a blind eye to him.

They ran towards the light excitedly, simply and numbly.

Just run into the light, run into the light, and they will be happy.

— seems to be able to run until death comes