Although Shao Xuan was very curious about the slaves and the slave master, Shao Xuan still had to follow the travel team to settle down first.
The slave master had a lot of houses here. At such an intersection, there were a lot of teams coming and going. Every day, there were many people like the Pu tribe's travel team who came here to settle down. He would collect a certain "fee".
All the work was done by the slaves.
But Shao Xuan found that the slaves who were despised by the Pu tribe, although their health was also very poor, compared to the wanderers, they had something more.
Right, strength, it was strength!
The slaves had more strength than the wanderers! It was not necessarily strength, it could be something else, speed, or reaction, or something else.
Some of the slaves were in pain, some were numb. They turned a blind eye to the disdain around them.
Becoming a slave meant abandoning all the beliefs of the past. From now on, he only believed in one thing — his master.
The night was getting darker.
Fan Ning did not tell the slave master that he still needed to arrange the team.
The temporary place to settle down was not very good. The space was small, and everyone was squeezed inside. This was better than feeding the mosquitoes by the river. Moreover, at night, it was not safe outside. They might be killed by the wanderers if they went out. It was said that some crazy wanderers would even eat people when they were hungry. Although they were not afraid of them, it was always good to be on guard. It was better to stick together.
As for Chacha, Shao Xuan did not need to worry. This guy could survive in the hunting grounds. Here, those beasts were no threat to him. Even if he encountered danger, he would find Shao Xuan.
At this time, in the surrounding area, in the different houses that Shao Xuan had seen before, there were also fires lit. The people who went out to work came back with the fruits of the day's work. Some came back from the forest, some came back from the river where the travel team stopped. They also did hard work, but the pay was very little.
A thin figure walked quickly through the night, the wooden stick in his hand waved quickly, driving away the buzzing mosquitoes.
Coming to a small wooden house, he moved a thick wooden board, flashed in, and then quickly moved the board back to block the mosquitoes outside.
"He's back?!"
Inside the house, a similarly thin woman was sitting there with a small child in her arms. She looked exhausted. The child in the woman's arms was sleeping.
In the corner, there was a wooden plank. It was a bed, and a thin figure was sleeping on it.
"Yes." The man who had just returned from outside put aside the animal skin with several holes on it and took out the day's harvest.
They were some fruits from the mountains, a fish, and a rabbit.
The surrounding wild beasts that could be hunted had mostly been hunted. If they went any further, their abilities were limited. If they went any further, they would die. As for the fruits, many of them had already been picked before they ripened. Today, his luck was still good. He found a few big fruits in a corner that was not easy to be noticed by others.
Seeing the fish and rabbit, the woman's eyes lit up. This was already considered good.
The woman carefully put the child in her arms on the wooden bed, and went to put the fish and rabbit into the pot to cook. Because these two animals had been slaughtered and cleaned outside, they did not need to be treated much. They could be cooked directly.
She came back and bit the fruits one by one. After a while, the woman put the juicy fruit next to the mouth of the one year old child on the wooden bed.
With food, the child did not sleep anymore. She hugged the fruit and ate quietly.
The woman handed two fruits to her daughter on the wooden bed: "Eat some first."
"How was it today?" The woman asked.
The man sighed and shook his head.
At that time, there were ten people who came here with their family. Three of them joined other tribes, one successfully stayed, and the other two were driven away and did not survive. Four of them were left behind by wild beasts when they formed a group to hunt in the mountains. Two of them became slaves. The remaining person, along with his family, had been staying here for almost ten years.
"If it doesn't work, I plan to find someone to leave with us. Let's go to another place. I've already talked to them today." The man said.
As he was speaking, the wooden plank blocking the door was slapped.
"Yan Shuo, open the door!"
Hearing this voice, the man's tight muscles relaxed. He put down the stone knife in his hand, stood up and moved the wooden plank away.
The person who came in was shorter than Yan Shuo. He was even skinnier than Yan Shuo, like a bag of bones. His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was rapid, as if he was making some kind of decision.
"What's wrong?" Yan Shuo asked.
The other person came in and suddenly raised his head. Because he was too emotional, the expression on his face was somewhat distorted.
"Yan Shuo, I … plan … to go there!" Saying this, the person looked in a direction.
Yan Shuo's eyes widened in surprise.
"I … really can't take it anymore! Today I met them, and they have strength again. " That person said, and showed Yan Shuo his broken arm. This arm, according to the current situation, would not be able to recover in a short period of time.
Yan Shuo knew who "they" was referring to. It was the people who came here with him, and became slaves. And the direction that the person in front of him was looking at, was the place where the slaves were.
Yan Shuo opened his mouth, but did not know what to say. Originally, he thought that everyone would leave together, find a better place, and work hard to survive. But he did not expect that the other party had already given up, and could not endure anymore. The feeling of having no strength really made people despair.
"Okay, I'm leaving." That person walked to the door and stopped. With his back facing Yan Shuo, he slightly tilted his head: "Make your decision soon. Also, don't think about those impossible things anymore."
After that person left, Yan Shuo sat there quietly, looking at the fire in the bonfire, and did not speak.
When his eyes stared at the bonfire, the muscles on Yan Shuo's face twitched twice, and the veins on his not-so-thick arm could be clearly seen. The strangest thing was that the lines that appeared on Yan Shuo's face were not clear. If Shao Xuan was here, he would definitely recognize that these were the totem lines on the faces of the Yanjiao tribe's totem warriors!
Only, compared to the totem warriors of the Yanjiao tribe, the totem lines on Yan Shuo's face were not clear, and not stable. Sometimes they were slightly clear, and sometimes they were completely hidden. And on his naked upper body and arms, there were no lines.
Yan Shuo had always felt that his strength should be far more than this. But, because he was a wanderer, he did not have a fire seed, so he could not become a true totem warrior.
He knew that his ancestors were from the Yanjiao tribe. In the words that were passed down from generation to generation, everyone remembered the Yanjiao tribe and the tribe's totem.
"Father said that the Yanjiao tribe still exists." Yan Shuo said in a low voice.
"The people of the Yanjiao tribe are all strong warriors. They can easily carry a bear. The fire seed's flames can cover their whole body. The flames of the Yanjiao tribe's fire seed can cover an entire mountain …"
At first, Yan Shuo was just muttering to himself in a low voice. His tone was still calm, as if he was telling a story. But gradually, his tone became depressed, and his eyes became red.
Because of their obsession, the ancestors of the Yan Shuo tribe would always give their juniors names with the word "Yan" or "Jiao". This was so that they would remember the name of their tribe. If they could find their tribe one day, their wish would be fulfilled. Therefore, the later generations were not allowed to join any other tribe. They were not allowed to be slaves. Even if they died, they were not allowed to betray their own tribe.
But so many years had passed, and the Yanjiao tribe was no longer remembered by people. No one in the surroundings had heard of such a tribe. No matter how many times Yan Shuo said that his tribe still existed, and that his fire seed still existed, the others did not believe him.
But, Yan Shuo's strength was indeed greater than others, and he would also reveal faint totem lines. This was an important reason why he was able to persevere until now.
But now, he was at a loss.
The other ten people who came with him were all unable to persevere. Now, only his family was left.
Leave?
If there were not enough people, if only his family left, they would probably die before they could go far.
Two days ago, someone left, but the next day, he was found dead by the river not far away. The blood on his body was sucked dry by the mosquitoes. Half of his body was bitten by the wild beasts that came out at night in the nearby forest. If another day passed, not even his bones would be left.
Even if Yan Shuo's strength was greater than others, it was only relative to the wanderers. For those totem warriors, it was not enough.
Power!
With power, one could live better in such a world!
This was also the reason why many wanderers who could not endure it chose to become slaves. Although they lost their freedom and lost a lot, they could still gain power from their slave masters!
But, how should they choose?
Should they continue to endure and search, or wait for news from the Yanjiao tribe? Or, like those wanderers who could not endure it, find a tribe to rely on, or become a slave?
No, no!
Yan Shuo held his head with both hands.
He could not give up, he could not! Father said, the tribe still exists, still exists!
The woman sitting on the wooden plank looked at her husband like this, she wanted to say something but hesitated. She wanted to comfort him, but she also felt that she should be like the others and choose another path.
But, just as the woman was about to speak, she realized that on her husband's body, there were some lines that extended down his face and neck. And on his arms, there were some flame-like patterns that started from his shoulders, extended to his entire upper arm, and then past his elbow …
"That … that …" The woman was too shocked, she could not speak.
Yan Shuo, who was holding his head and thinking, raised his head. His eyes were still filled with red veins. Seeing his wife's appearance, he was a little confused. But when he looked at the direction his wife was pointing at, he also saw those totem patterns that had already spread out.
Since he was born, other than the faint totem patterns that appeared on his face when he was ten years old, there were no other patterns. But now, these totem patterns that appeared …
Those patterns, were like firewood that had been prepared long ago but had not been lit. Now, they were lit one by one. Although they were not clear, they could still roughly see the patterns.
Yan Shuo thought of his father's words: "You have to believe that in our blood, the power is still there. It is just sleeping. Until one day, when the time is right, it will start to gradually awaken …"
At the same time, Shao Xuan, who was squeezed into a small room with the others and resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yan Shuo's direction.
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