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The rain stopped and the cars stopped too.
It was completely dark.
Young and middle-aged people sat around the campfire, preparing tonight's meal.
Xuan Ming still stayed in the carriage because the shackles on his feet were too heavy. He did not have the strength to move them and could not get off the carriage.
The two men ignored him and obviously wanted to keep him hungry for a while.
Anyway, you won't starve to death for a while, and if you do, it will be safer.
Through the gap in the carriage, Xuan Ming looked at the two human traffickers who were in a somewhat weird atmosphere.
In fact, the atmosphere between these two people was a little bit wrong, and it was obvious that they were not a particularly close team.
Especially after the treasure that he had spent two thousand gold soul coins to buy almost slipped away, the atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense.
Although it seemed that the middle-aged man was the boss, he could see that the middle-aged man was somewhat afraid of the young man.
Although his escape failed, he also saw that these two people were soul masters.
Judging from the atmosphere between these two people, the younger one should be stronger.
Therefore, in order to appease the dissatisfaction in the hearts of young people, middle-aged people tell him his true value.
However, after he asked that question, this comfort seemed to have the opposite effect.
One hundred thousand gold soul coins, this kind of windfall, who would be willing to share it with others if he could keep it all to himself?
"Boss, do you still want to keep that kid hungry?"
Finally, the young man, unable to hold his temper, spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.
"Let him starve for a while to avoid trouble." The middle-aged man said indifferently.
"But if we get hungry, won't the currency depreciate?" the young man asked worriedly.
The health of the goods is very important. Who would be willing to buy a dying dog?
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, "Give him something to eat."
People who come from such a small place are prone to stunted growth due to hunger. If they become unrecognizable due to hunger, it will be troublesome.
The young man who got permission took a bowl of porridge from the pot, stood up and brought it to the front of the carriage, and handed it in,
"Have something to eat."
"Thank you." Xuan Ming stretched out his hands to take it, but his weak hands could not even hold up the bowl of porridge.
The moment the young man let go, the bowl full of hot porridge fell directly onto the carriage and spilled everywhere.
"What's wrong!" The middle-aged man who heard the noise stood up and shouted.
"Boss, this kid is too hungry and can't even hold the bowl." said the young man.
"You can't even do such a small thing. Can't you just leave it in the car and let him drink it himself?" the middle-aged man said impatiently.
The young man subconsciously clenched his fists, but quickly released them.
"Clean it up quickly, we have to travel tomorrow." The middle-aged man said, and then ignored him.
"Sorry." Xuan Ming said weakly.
Hearing this, the young man who wanted to vent his anger on Xuan Ming was stunned, "What did you say?"
"Sorry for causing you trouble." Xuan Ming slowly bent down and came to the hot porridge that he had spilled. He grabbed it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth without caring whether it was dirty or not.
He was very hungry; he hadn't eaten for days.
If I continue to starve, I won't die, but I won't have any chance of escaping.
In this dead dog-like state, it was difficult for him to even speak, let alone escape.
"Okay, don't touch those. I'll serve you another bowl." The young man seemed to have been in this business for only a short time and was not so inhumane. Seeing Xuan Ming like this, he felt a little bit reluctant.
Soon, the young man brought Xuan Ming another bowl of hot porridge, which also came with a spoon.
This time, he placed it directly on the wooden board in front of Xuan Ming.
"Eat it."
"Thank you." Xuan Ming lowered his head and began to eat voraciously.
The young people also began to clean up the spilled porridge.
After a while, both of them finished their work.
"After selling me, would you still do this?" Xuan Ming asked. The young man was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"I heard you say that I am valuable." Xuan Ming said.
"If you sell me out, you won't do this kind of thing again, right?"
The young man frowned slightly, "Why are you asking this?"
"The old people in the village said that people die for money and birds die for food." Xuan Ming lowered his head.
"Being too greedy can cost you your life."
"Since I'm valuable, after you sell me and have money, you should stop doing this kind of thing."
"…"
The young man was silent for a while, turned his head and walked away.
Xuan Ming also curled up in the corner again and closed his eyes.
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The next morning.
Xuan Ming, who was in a daze, felt something poking his head.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the black dragon growing behind him on the left, butting his head as if he was having a seizure.
You bully me too?
With anger rising in his heart, Xuan Ming sat up and wanted to let the dragon know who was the owner of this body!
Before Xuan Ming could use his advantage of having two hands to teach the disobedient dragon a lesson, a smell of blood wafted into his nostrils.
Xuan Ming was slightly startled, and the sick black dragon also stopped.
Three heads slowly looked outside through the car curtain.
An unexpected yet reasonable scene appeared before Xuan Ming's eyes.
The campsite was in a mess, obviously after a fierce fight. A middle-aged man with a broken arm was leaning against a fire, seriously injured.
Not far away, a young man who had been dead for a long time was lying covered in blood. There was also a horse that was unlucky enough to be affected and died tragically on the roadside.
In an instant, Xuan Ming imagined what happened last night.
The two men fought each other over the uneven division of the spoils, but in the end, the older one won.
"Boy, come here!" The middle-aged man looked at Xuan Ming weakly with a ferocious expression.
Xuanming did not move.
"If you don't come over, I will kill you!" A dark green sword appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.
That should be his martial soul, a poisonous sword.
Xuan Ming got off the car obediently.
I should say fell down.
The shackles on his feet were so heavy that he could only move slowly by holding up the shackles with both hands.
"Bring that bag here." The middle-aged man pointed his sword at a large leather bag for water next to the carriage.
After taking a look at the long sword glowing green in the middle-aged man's hand, Xuan Ming did as he was told.
When he was running away before, this sword fell from the sky and stabbed in front of him.
This person is playing with a flying sword.
"hurry up!"
Seeing Xuan Ming unable to move for a long time, the middle-aged man seemed a little impatient.
"It's too heavy." Xuan Ming was dragging the big bag while holding the shackles that were heavier than himself, and he couldn't walk at all.
The middle-aged man seemed to be seriously injured. He had no patience anymore and directly took off the key from his waist and threw it in front of Xuan Ming.
"Hurry up! Don't even think about running away!"
Xuan Ming picked up the key on the ground, opened the handcuffs, and then dragged the big bag to the middle-aged man.
Only then did he notice that the man's right leg was broken!
The bloody wound looked as if it had been torn by the claws of a wild beast, and it looked extremely horrifying!