Plane Supermarket

This light has no temperature, and it will not make people feel warm when it shines on people, but no one can detect the abnormality.

The slaves pushed each other and stared ahead, thinking nothing but staring at the light source.

Ye Zhou stood under the light - behind him was a bright flashlight hanging from a tree.

He could see the slaves walking towards him clearly, but the slaves couldn't see him in the backlight.

This was Ye Zhou's first time bluffing on such a large scale. He felt a little apprehensive, but that apprehension quickly disappeared with the pace of the slaves.

Because the faces of these slaves are not bright.

They are still numb.

They are like flying insects that drive away the light, they don't care about their final fate, they only know to follow that little light, even if they are buried in a sea of ​​fire.

Ye Zhou looked at their faces, each face was extremely similar - when people became thin and weak, and their skin was loose and dry due to lack of nutrition, the difference in appearance between people suddenly became smaller.

They look like one person.

Ye Zhou couldn't bear to look away when he met a slave who was standing straight up to his chest.

He couldn't even tell the male and female of these people, they all lost their sexuality, were dressed in rags, and their bodies were stooped.

Some female slaves who did rough work were even shirtless like the male slaves, and their breasts hung down like two rag bags.

It's just unbearable to watch.

When the slaves gathered around him, Ye Zhou picked up the translator.

But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly changed his mind.

What can he say?

At this moment, everything he said seemed pale and feeble.

These slaves don't need him to give them any speeches now, they don't need him to output any opinions, they only need food and water, and the hope of waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow.

So Ye Zhou looked at Zou Ming not far away.

Zou Ming understood Ye Zhou's meaning almost instantly. He walked towards the warehouse with a shotgun, and shot through the wooden door of the warehouse before the slaves realized his existence.

The entire wooden door was opened, and the wood slag fell on the ground and was also scattered in the air.

This loud noise almost broke the sky.

Ye Zhou was also dumbfounded by the power of the shotgun. After all, this wooden door is definitely not a thin wooden board that shatters at the first touch.

Ye Zhou doesn't store many guns like shotguns. After all, they are loud and have very strict requirements on the shooting distance - being farther away means that there is no accuracy. If you get closer, you will kill people if you are not careful. .

This was the first time Ye Zhou felt that the shotgun was useful.

When the slaves looked at the warehouse, Zou Ming had already retreated into the shadows.

The stewards finally rushed out——

Their cheeks were flushed, their clothes were disheveled, and they smelled of alcohol. Some of them were holding iron jugs in their hands and clung to the shoulders of the people beside them in a daze. Look in the direction of Ye Zhou, the direction of the light.

The stewards didn't know whether to care about the light or the loud noise just now.

But compared to the strange noise, this unusual light made them feel more important.

"What kind of light is that?" Someone hiccupped.

"Why are the slaves over there? Let's go and have a look?"

"Shall we go there together?"

"I saw that witch doctor! Call him over and ask!"

The stewards sent the youngest of them.

The young steward secretly rolled his eyes, but he didn't dare to say anything, let alone object to the arrangement of the seniors. He ran over obediently and grabbed the arm of the witch doctor. As soon as he got started, the steward felt that something was wrong—the old man's body was so Is it strong?

Why is his grandfather's skin loose?

But he didn't think about it, he still kept his mission in mind, and when the witch doctor turned around, he said to the witch doctor, "Follow me."

The witch doctor was startled at first, but when he found out that it was him, he raised his arm and broke free from him, sneering, "Who are you? Why should I go with you?"

In fact, the steward didn't want to go back, he was chatting with the witch doctor, and during the chatting, he asked, "What's going on?"

The steward lowered his voice: "Is it a miracle?"

No one does not believe in God.

Only those who believe in God can be happy. God bestows them with land, food, work, and even their lives.

If one day God doesn't love them anymore, they will die immediately.

They have received this kind of education since childhood. Day after day, year after year, if someone mentions atheism to them at this time, they will only think that the person who mentions atheism is a lunatic-if there is no God, where do people come from? Woolen cloth?

"I think it is." The witch doctor said firmly, "I don't think so, it must be!"

The steward hurriedly asked, "Which god is it?"

The witch doctor thought about it, looked at the moon covered by white light, and said confidently, "It must be the moon god!"

The steward also felt that this guess was reliable, and he echoed, "I think so too!"

A smile appeared on his face: "The Moon God is a benevolent God."

The steward still remembered the myth about the moon god. The moon god was an androgynous goddess of beauty. As a man, he married a princess, and as a woman, he had children with the sun god.

He is a completely good god, unlike other gods who have clear likes and dislikes.

Even if the Moon God punishes people, they will not kill them, they will only punish them to do thousands of jobs in the abyss.

Such a benevolent god is rare in mythology.

The steward: "Then tell me, is Luna male or female this time?"

he asked with some expectation.

Men all hope that the moon god in this world is a woman, and women all hope that the moon god is a man.

Because He is the God of beauty, both men and women must be so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off them.

Witch doctor: "It should be a man..."

It's not that he guessed it, but because he has good eyesight, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't think the figure in the light can be a woman.

The manager felt a little regretful, but it was only a little bit, and it was not obvious at all.

Just when they were hesitating, whether to go over with the slaves.

Sudden--!

That light went through them!

The white light shone at them from the other side, and they saw a hand in the light.

That hand looked extremely pale in the light, but it was thin and powerful, and the index finger was pointing in their direction.

And what followed was the sight of hundreds of slaves.

They numbly followed the hand, and when the hand was raised and tapped in the air, the slaves seemed to realize something.

"Run!" said the witch doctor suddenly.

The steward asked in confusion, "Huh?"

Before the steward could say another word, the witch doctor suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him aside violently. The two of them rolled together and fell into the nearby pit.

"Are you sick?!" The steward stood up, slapping the dirt on his body while cursing, "You..."

Before he could finish cursing, he heard footsteps.

The steward raised his head stiffly, and then saw a scene that he would never forget——

The slow, numb, puppet-like slaves seemed to be manipulated by something. They huddled together, as if they had turned into some huge monster, and rushed towards the warehouse.

The steward looked to the other side - all his seniors were there.

But no one dared to stop the slave.

No one dared to stop it.

Everyone can see that if they block in the past, they will definitely not end well.

Although the slaves rushed into the warehouse and their fate would not be very good after being informed by the lord, they would not die anyway.

The witch doctor murmured, "The Moon God is asking them to fetch food."

The steward pursed his lips and said, "That's the Lord's food, the moon god can eat it, but slaves can't!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly gained strength, and thought that he had grasped the truth in the world: "Master Luna must have regarded them as free people! I have to tell him that he was wrong, we are free people, those people Just lowly slaves!"

After speaking, his eyes lit up, he climbed up the dirt slope excitedly, and ran in the direction of "Moon God".

It's a pity that the light source has changed, and the "person" standing in the light seems to have disappeared.

The steward stood on the open grass, looking around in confusion.

"They broke into the warehouse!" The stewards were not in a hurry, they were at a loss, but they still didn't know what to do now.

To worship God or to manage slaves?

If they don’t worship God, what if God thinks they are not pious enough and punishes them?They don't want to do 1000 years of work!

But worship God, these slaves ate the food in the warehouse, robbed it, and ruined it, how can they explain to the lord?

The lord will definitely turn them into slaves too!

The consequences of failing to do the two things seem to be very serious. The managers can only stand in a daze, and none of them are willing to make up their minds.

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This is the first time Ira has seen so much food, he was born a slave, and heard that his father was a lord - this is what he was told by his mad mother, who thought she was sorry for him .

If she is a commoner girl, then no matter what her child is the illegitimate child of the lord, even if she cannot inherit the title and family property, at least she will be sent to study or have a job.

And because she is a slave, so Ira can only be a slave.

He recalled that he seemed to have been working all the time. When he was young, he had to clean the lord's house. When he was a little older, he went into the boiler room. Because of all kinds of dust, his body quickly broke down.

After finding that he couldn't do much work, the stewards picked him here to open up wasteland.

They want him to work harder before he dies, and die quickly, without wasting food.

It may be because they knew that he was the lord's child, so even if they didn't treat him well and gave him preferential treatment, at least they wouldn't beat him or kill him.

His "friends" were not as lucky as he was.

Ira smelled the food in the warehouse, his numb brain finally started to work slowly, and memories from many years ago appeared in his mind. When he was young, his mother would often be called away in the middle of the night.

At that time, Ira would be very happy—because he knew that when his mother came back, she would definitely bring him something good!

Sometimes it's a piece of sugar, sometimes it's a piece of bread.

At the happiest moment, his mother brought him back a small bottle of honey.

Although he didn't remember what his mother looked like, he remembered that many people said that his mother had a beautiful face comparable to that of the moon god. It was because of this face that she had the opportunity to be valued by the lord.

It seems to be a very honorable and great thing to be favored by the lord.

Ira didn't think about it anymore, he threw himself on the rattan frame beside it, which was full of black bread.

There is wheat bran in black bread, and sand or small stones. It has a rough taste and can be harder than stones after a long time.

But it is not easy to break!It lasts a long time and is a staple in many households.

A slave like Ira didn’t even eat bread a few times. Ira still has memories of bread because of his mother, but for more people who were born slaves, bread is something that only exists in stories.

What they usually eat is mushy, tasteless mushy, not even thick enough.

Yila grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, and then protected the rattan frame under his body. Even if the people who came in behind tried to lift him, he still firmly protected the rattan frame.

These breads are his!It's all his!No one can compete with him!He doesn't give anyone!

The black bread that couldn't be chewed slowly became soft in his mouth because of the saliva, and he took advantage of the softness to nibble slowly, and then continued to suck it.

But after all, the situation is weak, and Iraq was soon turned over.

The slaves had a falling out in the warehouse.

After finding that there was enough food for everyone to eat, the slaves finally stopped fighting and shoving. They sat on the ground, and some even went to fetch water from the puddle next to them.

All the slaves could drink was water from puddles.

If it hadn't rained or been muddied, the water on that surface would still be able to enter.

If it has been muddied, you can only drink muddy water.

But the slaves are used to it, and they don't dislike drinking muddy water.

"Do you still want to eat?" The elder slave girl touched Ira's head, and she handed the bread to Ira.

Yila quickly stuffed it into her arms—even if he couldn't eat it, he still had to keep it in his arms.

The slaves were about to rest, and then someone shouted: "Master Luna is still outside!"

The slaves made a commotion: "Go and bring in Lord Shenming!"

"How can we forget Lord Luna!"

They quickly stood up and rushed out of the warehouse.

Ye Zhou, who had already stood stiffly, had no choice but to stand back in front of the lamp again - he really felt a little tired, but he couldn't give up halfway.

When the slaves ran in front of him and naturally knelt down at his feet, Ye Zhou didn't feel like he was superior to the slaves.

He just felt sad.

But it is not clear where this feeling of sadness comes from.

Zou Ming slowly turned down the light of the strong flashlight.

Ye Zhou's figure finally became clear in the eyes of the slaves.

The dimmed light enveloped Ye Zhou's whole body, as if he had been covered with a layer of white. The slaves didn't dare to look up at his face, but even if they only looked at his figure, they could imagine the appearance of the moon god in their hearts .

He must have a perfect figure, but he shouldn't be too strong. He should be a beautiful boy or a beautiful young man, but he will never be a strong man.

He should be handsome, even if he can't distinguish between male and female, he will definitely not have a square face and thick eyebrows.

Ye Zhou said softly, "I heard someone calling me, so I came here."

The slaves knelt on the ground and trembled, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excitement, but no one made a sound, no one interrupted Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou: "I saw what happened to you."

"Seeing you being driven, beaten, and abused like horses and oxen."

"Obviously a human being, but not having the freedom and dignity that belong to a human being."

Ye Zhou sighed lightly.

After that sigh, the slaves let out mournful wailing—they couldn't shed tears, so they could only howl dryly, using their remaining strength to vent their voices.

Ira's forehead was pressed against the ground, and his whole body was shaking. If he could cry, he would have been crying by now.

The voice of God is no different from what he imagined, mysterious, gentle, and loving.

As if He was their natural father, or natural mother.

He originally thought that in the eyes of God, slaves could not be considered as human beings.

After all, in all the stories, the gods never rescued the slaves.

All the gods save are kings and nobles. As for the slaves, they are just the background board of death in the story, a sentence or two that are light and fluffy.

Ye Zhou couldn't tell who was who, he could only see heads and curled up bodies.

Ye Zhou raised his head and looked at the stewards hiding behind the tree.

The stewards were caught off guard and looked at Ye Zhou. They fell out from behind the tree in fright, and knelt down tremblingly on the ground, saying incoherently, "God, my lord!"

Ye Zhou walked towards them.

The stewards turned pale with fright—they are not fools!The god is so kind and loving to the slaves, maybe he will vent his anger on them, even if the moon god is a kind god, he still has a temper!Otherwise, how could someone be punished by him for thousands of years?

They don't want to be the unlucky one in the next millennium.

"Master Luna..." The blond steward noticed that Luna was looking at him, but he didn't dare to look up, and didn't dare to look into Luna's eyes.

A strange longing suddenly surged in his heart.

Maybe Master Luna has taken a fancy to him?Take him to heaven and serve him in the palace of the moon god.

This idea captured his whole mind in an instant, and the steward whispered, "Lord Moon God, I am your most devout believer, and I am willing to dedicate everything of mine, including my life, to you!"

He didn't hear an echo after he finished speaking, so he raised his head cautiously, but crashed into the abyss unexpectedly.

What kind of eyes are these.

It was so dark that it seemed that there was no light to illuminate the world.

Like a black gem, but deeper.

The steward involuntarily held his breath, he only had these eyes and could not see "Moon God" at all.

Ye Zhou also looked at the steward, and asked softly, "Why can you not treat slaves as human beings so naturally?"

This is the question Ye Zhou really wanted to ask.

Everyone has empathy, and things hurt their own kind. Even if they are of different classes, at least they have the same body and the same facial features. How can they be so at ease?

Ye Zhou continued to ask: "Don't you think they are the same as you, there is no difference?"

The steward was a little surprised, probably because Ye Zhou was not harsh or vicious, so the steward whispered, "My lord, slaves are detested by gods, maybe you treat them as human beings, but in the eyes of other gods, they cannot People are just worms that live on the ground.”

Ye Zhou: "Which god is it? Which god has rejected them?"

The stewards were all a little confused—in fact, it was not clear which god it was in the story, and they only knew that people who are not loved by gods are slaves, because they are despicable, vulgar and disgusting, so they are not worthy of being human beings, only worthy of being slaves. slave.

Ye Zhou: "Didn't you make this up yourself?"

"Under the banner of God, he enslaved his fellow citizens."

Ye Zhou withdrew his gaze, stood up straight, and said softly, "I'll come back tomorrow."

The stewards looked up together, but faster than them was the dazzling light, and they were all instantly blinded by the flash.

Ye Zhou took advantage of their "blindness" and ran past them.

——Fortunately, this angle is good, otherwise, even if he didn't let the steward see his heroic running, the slaves could still see him.

But slaves are easier to deceive than stewards, and maybe even if they see it, they will think that this is Luna's unique way of walking.

After experiencing the plane where Cao'er and the others lived, Ye Zhou understood a lot of things—it's not the people at the bottom, the poor and poor are easy to deceive.

It's that they have nothing to lose. For them, the results of being cheated and not being cheated are actually the same.

If you die, that can also be regarded as liberation.

If you don't die and have the opportunity to fill your stomach, you are happy.

People only dare to give it a go when they are at the end of their rope.

That's why most of the people who are cheated are the poor. Even if the rich are cheated, they won't hurt their muscles and bones, and they might be able to smile and think that their life experience has enriched a lot.

"Master Luna is gone..." the blond steward murmured, he grabbed the senior beside him: "What should we do now?!"

"What to do? What can we do?"

"What about the warehouse? What about such slaves? My God!"

"Will the lord come tomorrow? We have to tell the lord about this now."

"Is Hill dead?"

"It seems to be alive, the kid is looking at him."

"I said..." The witch doctor came out from the side. After thinking twice, he decided not to leave.

It seems that the moon god will stay here, and as a witch doctor, he is the person closest to the god.

He can turn himself into an envoy of the moon god!

"I came here this time to find out the way for the Luna Continent!" The witch doctor raised his chin, pretending to be extremely noble, and looked at the stewards from the corner of his eye, "Lord Luna thinks you treat slaves too Harsh, too cruel, Lord Luna liberates the slaves, saves them, and turns them into free citizens like you!"

The stewards were not shocked, after all, Lord Luna really seemed to mean that just now.

The witch doctor continued: "In order to show our piety, we must do everything that Lord Moon God wants to do."

The stewards blinked, wanting to know what Lord Luna really wanted.

The witch doctor knew he had succeeded.

He blinked and said mysteriously, "Master Luna wants this land!"

In fact, he didn't know what Luna wanted, but his intuition told him that the only valuable thing here was the land.

It is impossible for God to ask for cheap things.

They want enjoyment, good wine, beauties, and all kinds of jewels.

Never want slaves.

The witch doctor thinks that Luna only cares about the slaves because he needs an "excuse" to lose his temper.

A reason to drive people away.

God needs a piece of land to build his palace.

- Definitely need a priest too.