Lunch time.

Under the simple shed, the slaves sat together, sharing the meager dry bread and a few sips of water.

These foods are like a drop in the bucket for them who are in their prime and have consumed a lot of physical energy.

It can't relieve the torment of hunger at all.

Their eyes flickered with desire for food, but they could only accept this cruel reality silently.

Afternoon.

The sunlight became more scorching, as if it was going to devour all living things.

At this moment, the injured escaped slaves were ruthlessly pushed out of the simple shelter.

Return to the endless work.

Jin Shile witnessed this scene, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano:

"Can't these people see what kind of torture they just went through yesterday?"

"I was exposed to the sun all day yesterday and lost a lot of blood due to injuries."

"They're injured and bleeding, already weak, and now they're not even allowed to breathe for half a day. Do you still treat them as human beings?!"

His voice echoed in the empty desert, filled with endless grief and indignation."

"Obviously, no." Mai Xuan was silent for a moment and spoke slowly.

"In this place, humanity has long been forgotten in the corner, and survival is the only rule."

His tone revealed an indescribable vicissitudes and helplessness.

Feng Feng seemed calmer. He said calmly:

"Don't forget, this was three thousand years ago, a time we shouldn't have set foot in."

"Your question, here, is itself a luxury."

His eyes were deep, as if he could see through the dust of history.

When talking about human rights with primitive people, you can only use fists!

Upon hearing this, Jin Shile felt an indescribable regret and self-blame in his heart.

"...Yeah, it's my fault. I always forget where we are now."

"But even so, I can't just stand by and watch these lives being trampled upon like this!"

He clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with an unyielding light.

It seems that deep in my heart, a battle between courage and justice is quietly unfolding.

Afternoon,

The scorching sun was like fire, mercilessly burning the earth and making every inch of the air scorching hot.

In this desolate and cruel land.

A group of ragged slaves, like ants bound by the chains of fate.

They were forced to carry heavy stones with great difficulty among the hot sand and gravel to add bricks and tiles to the half-wind-eroded city walls.

Their skin had long lost its original luster due to the repeated friction of stones and rough ropes.

Instead, there were shocking bloodstains, like heroic yet tragic badges on the battlefield.

Silently telling of their pain and perseverance.

As the setting sun slowly sank into the horizon, the last ray of light on the horizon was swallowed up by darkness.

The slaves were finally able to end this long and difficult day.

They dragged their exhausted bodies and slowly walked towards the extremely simple residence.

A few small huts, barely built with dead branches, leaves and rags, swayed in the night wind, as if they would collapse at any time.

The so-called dinner was nothing more than a few handfuls of dry grains, without even a trace of heat left.

Water has become a luxury even more scarce than gold.

Many people could only endure the torment of hunger and thirst with dry throats.

As night falls, everything is silent.

The slaves lay on the cold, hard ground, with a thin layer of straw mats beneath them, which could not protect them from the cold at all.

All around them, darkness was like an invisible giant beast, wrapping them tightly and making people feel despair.

In this endless darkness.

Their breathing, sighs, and even the occasional sobs seemed exceptionally clear and heavy.

It is a complaint against the unfairness of fate and an endless yearning for a free life.

As bystanders of this cruel reality, Feng Feng and the other six people felt complicated emotions in their hearts.

They went from initial shock and anger to silence and powerlessness.

Every exchange of glances revealed deep sympathy and helplessness for the plight of slaves.

Jin Shile clenched his fists, his voice trembling with excitement:

"One day, two days... When will this endless torture end?"

"Are we just going to watch these innocent lives sink in despair?"

His eyes swept between everyone.

Everyone looked heavy-hearted.

The sense of justice and compassion in his heart are constantly being aroused, but are constrained by the reality of powerlessness.

Feng Feng pursed his lips tightly, his eyes deep, as if he wanted to take in all the endless suffering.

"Wait a little longer,"

Although his words were light, they revealed an unquestionable firmness.

"We are now like being in a fog, unable to touch any substance in this illusion."

"We have to wait patiently. Perhaps a turning point lies behind this chaos."

Although he also knew that this sentence was pale and powerless.

They were trapped in this strange illusion, as if imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to make any substantial changes.

However, the persistence for justice deep in his heart made him unwilling to give up!

Yunyang gently patted Jin Shile's shoulder to comfort him.

His voice was gentle and full of wisdom:

"Your fourth brother is right. Judging from tonight's dinner, the drought problem is getting worse. I guess changes are coming soon."

then.

They continue to be witnesses to this silent tragedy.

Time seemed stretched out, and every second carried an indescribable weight.

Three days, no one in the outside world knew how long it was.

But in this dreamland, it felt like a long century had passed.

The suffering of the slaves was like a sharp blade, cutting away their conscience and bottom line as bystanders bit by bit.

From the initial angry discussions to the subsequent silence, everyone's hearts were filled with unspeakable emotions.

They continued to witness the slaves' miserable lives for three consecutive days in the desert.

Every witness was like a sharp blade, carving difficult-to-heal scars in their hearts.

In this silent desert.

Only the wind and sand are still raging.

The slaves' wails and cries seemed to have merged into the desolation, becoming the eternal background sound.

However.

Fate always seems to create waves at the most unexpected moments.

The turning point of all this actually originated from the ancient and mysterious Nile River.

——The mother river of Egypt that once nurtured countless civilizations but has now quietly dried up.

The Nile River has dried up, revealing its cracked riverbed, which is like the dried tears of Mother Earth, telling of endless sorrow.

As a result, the dried-up Nile River became one of the few wastelands that slaves could cultivate in the desert.

In this desolate place.

A slave who had tried to escape the shackles of fate a few days ago had exhausted his last bit of strength.

It fell into the river that once nourished life.