Story of Longevity

Text 1048. The same world, different daily lives, different ways...

On a day that was the same as usual, the overseer with a fierce face broke into the shabby shack of the drudge slave with a hoarse voice:

"Get up and work! You rascals! Rice barrels! Who do you think is keeping your trash?!"

While waving the long whip in his hand, the supervisor either intentionally or unknowingly, very accidentally rubbed the end of the whip into a slave near the door.

"Ah—" A scream sounded in the damp, crowded dormitory, very useful to start one after another thin and trembling numb souls, pulling them back from their short dreams to the cruel reality.

Fear catalyzed their very dull physical bodies that had just woke up from their sleep, causing their hearts to start beating violently unnaturally, speeding up blood supply to the whole body.

"Huh, a bunch of cheap bones, today's task is to finish all the remaining stones. If anyone dares to slow down the construction...huh, I will definitely let him have a taste of what he can't afford to die."

After speaking the cruel words, the fierce supervisor no longer wanted to stay in this place that was full of fear and anxiety, so it became more damp and depressed. He turned and left in disgust, and ignored his unreasonable whip and curled up. The young slave trembling on the floor.

The overseer belonged to the minions of the "lords". In order to facilitate the management of the hundreds of slaves under him, he naturally received a reward and had some cultivation skills.

A random whip went down, even if it was just a little bit, the young slave was left with a terrible wound.

A wound like this, if it were an ordinary slave living in misery, this kind of wound could already be sentenced to death, probably after the painful wound became suppurated and high fever, and then numbly searched by the experienced old slave around him. Buried somewhere.

However, the slaves huddled with him around him have become accustomed to this. Although they try to avoid him and avoid hurting him again, they don't pay much attention.

Originally, no matter how humble young slaves like this were, they were still the property of the masters, and the minions did not dare to destroy them no matter how arrogant they were.

The reason why I dare to treat my master's property so rudely is because--

After the initial pain caused by the tearing of blood and flesh was relieved a lot, the young slave hurriedly gathered his mind, silently recited the orderly exercise formulas, activated the faint spiritual power in the body, desperately squeezed the potential, and recovered the wound.

Hemostasis, scabs, and healing were completed within one incense stick, ensuring that the young slave's life was worry-free.

Everyone has the right and qualifications to practice, even the lowest slaves who have not been granted human rights and freedom.

Slaves who have been given shallow exercises can have better recovery ability, physical fitness, vigor, etc., can be comparable to cattle and horses, comparable to organ equipment, and can serve the masters at a lower cost.

As long as they are given low-level exercises, they are not afraid that they will not practice, unless they don't want to live in the harsh treatment and harsh living environment of the overseers.

Under the operation of the mysterious exercise formula, the heavy wounds quickly healed to the extent that it does not affect survival and labor. Amidst the humiliation and depression, the feelings of fear and hatred were intertwined with each other, and when he walked out of the shack, only numbness and weakness remained on his face.

The slaves of their team belonged to the construction group of Chaoge City, and the exercises they were assigned belonged to the type specializing in resilience, vigor, tolerance, and hunger resistance. I heard that in order to make the slaves more obedient, they were added between the lines. In order to allow practitioners to resolve grievances, calm their minds, and cultivate loyalty, their combat effectiveness has been deliberately reduced or even weakened.

This kind of exercise makes it impossible for practitioners to advance their cultivation bases, and their strengths cannot be accumulated. They can only become more and more suitable as a stone and wood coolie with the accumulation of practice time.

Regardless of the sad mood, the slave boy hurriedly found his squad and saw that other people had begun to carry and polish the stone. The murderous whip supervisor had already stood listlessly on the side, monitoring and searching for the slackers.

The slave boy silently joined the ranks of the heavy labor, picked up a polished half-person high stone, and carried it on his shoulders, while the overseer just glanced at him from the corner and did not pay attention to it anymore.

This is because the slave boy's recovery time was within his expectation, he was not lazy, and he didn't need to work hard.

Every time he mobilized this group of toolmen, he would randomly pick a sacrifice to spread the fear. He is familiar with the situation where one person will join the queue behind for a while. This is a small skill passed down from generation to generation in the Supervisor Division.

There is nothing wrong with the slave boy, there is no sin, he is just bad luck—the bad luck was born in an uncivilized mountain tribe, the bad luck was annexed by the big businessmen, the bad luck became a slave, the bad luck Today I chose to rest under the whip of the overseer.

"Child... don't care so much." An old, dull, low voice sounded in the slave boy's ear, comforting him: "Next time, um, next time you rest, you will find a safe place to rest. Everyone will Indulge you."

"...Well, thank you, Lord Shu."

The slave boy gritted his teeth, straightened up the stone on his shoulders, and responded in a low voice to the old man who took good care of himself with this action as a cover.

The slave boy is a boy after all. He has no experience, and he doesn't know that the relatively dangerous position near the door is actually used in a subtle way.

But the slave boy is not stupid. In the pain, he vaguely understands why his resting position is shifting toward the door day by day. He also knows in his heart that although Lord Shu is right, he will do it again sooner or later in the future. It's his turn.

Can't blame anyone, this is just the way for their slaves to survive.

Seeing that the slave boy’s expression was not relieved, Lord Shu sighed lightly, did not say anything, and then waved the bronze sledgehammer and chisel, each hammer accurately cut off the irregular bumps on the stone-I heard that it was just this action. , Said it has been going on for many years.

He has been a grindstone slave since he was very young. Until now, he is old and old. He has not changed and continued. Until now the slaves of the same age went crazy or died for various reasons, and he is still the same. Chiseling stones.

It was like an old tree with rough skin and withered, so it was called the old tree master by other slaves for some time.

In the eyes of the new slave boy, the old tree master was like his future, a foreseeable future at a glance.

Slaves, whether ten years later or a hundred years later, are still slaves, until the physical collapse, or the collapse of the spirit or soul, until the underworld where they return to the Great Virtue...

Gritting his teeth to bury distracting thoughts, the slave boy was silent, and turned around with the stone on his back, just at this moment—

【Boom—Boom—】

A huge tremor came from the ground, and a piece of the construction site was instantly dumped, and all kinds of panic began. At the same time, a huge, towering and standing shadow shrouded from the top of the head. The overseer and the slaves didn't care about what they were doing, and hurriedly looked around.

I saw, I don't know when, in the open space not far from them, there was a huge, towering strange object abruptly, which stood tall between the sky and the earth to block the light and shrouded them with shadows.

The slaves could see two figures suspended in the air under the huge shadow.

At a glance, it can be seen that they are two practitioners with extremely high levels of cultivation, and they are different from their slaves who are crawling on the ground, true practitioners.

And the only thing that can make the towering thing standing between heaven and earth suddenly appear here can only be the magical powers they cast.

Maybe it's [moving the mountains and moving the sea]? Maybe it's 【The Universe in the Palm】?

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