Chapter 404

This was actually a test for Zong Shen.

It is impossible to practice in the strange world.

But the indigenous people here are very intelligent.

So Zong Shen decided to spread his spiritual teachings here.

Let’s see if the inner strength can be developed under such world rules.

If possible, Zong Shen will make this strange world the first world to be covered by the way of the mind.

Let everyone in this special world comprehend the power of the mind, learn how to overcome nature, and continue to strengthen themselves by feeding back the power of the mind and exchanging it for mind coins.

At the same time, Zong Shen and his spiritual way can gradually grow stronger by constantly absorbing the spiritual power here.

Now, all the villagers of Laotian Village have become nodes of the spiritual path.

This shows that inner strength is not restricted by any rules.

The world is limited and the rules are limited.

But the human heart is truly infinite.

Able to break through all rules and shackles and develop endless potential.

Zong Shen's attempt this time is equivalent to opening up another path to the strange world.

It is also a feat-like attempt.

However, he always felt that there were still some imperfections in the spiritual path, but he couldn't put his finger on it now.

Maybe it's because he hasn't realized it yet.

He shook his head and cleared his mind of distracting thoughts.

At this time, the villagers of Laotian below were all immersed in the world of their hearts.

Flowers even grew around some villagers.

Some villagers even floated into the air.

There were even distortions of time and space around some villagers.

It was a long time before these villagers woke up from their spiritual world.

Everyone has mobilized a certain amount of mental power and gained some mental coins.

Through the Soul Coins, they exchanged some of their long-desired things and fulfilled their wishes.

"Meet the Lord of the Heart!"

"My Lord will be immortal!"

All the villagers knelt down and said with sincere conviction.

Zong Shen nodded.

"You should cultivate your spiritual power and seek true liberation and freedom within your heart."

“Only a pure life can inspire the purest spiritual power.”

His voice was so long that it sounded like a sound from outer space to these people.

Taught some methods to develop mental power.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot.

We came directly to what they called the county town.

The so-called county town is actually just a small town.

The county town is not very big.

Hundreds of thousands of people live here.

The buildings in the palace are very antique, but they cannot be called luxurious.

It is just not much different from the mortal city in the universe of all gods.

Of course, those who enjoy the bright lights and feasting are always a minority.

On the outskirts of the county town, there are large areas of slums.

Zong Shen stood in mid-air, making no effort to conceal his existence and uniqueness.

His spiritual consciousness forcibly broke through the constraints of the strange world and swept through everyone.

Sure enough, the people in this strange world are all very intelligent.

In the entire county, the lowest level of intelligence is at the highest level, the vast majority are geniuses, and a few are peerless prodigies.

Zong Shen even discovered hundreds of natural born saints!

What is the concept of this ratio?

A powerful person with the qualifications of a natural saint who was born millions of years ago among the myriad gods.

And in the strange world.

In a county town with a population of hundreds of thousands, there are hundreds of people with the natural qualifications to be saints.

However, what surprised Zong Shen the most was that the poorer the ordinary people were, the higher their qualifications.

On the contrary, the intelligence of those who are richly dressed and well-fed are only of a superior level.

Especially in the county town, the county officials and wealthy businessmen are not very qualified.

They are all fat and well-fed, and have become the ruling class here.

He wandered in mid-air and soon arrived at a slave camp on the outskirts of the county.

The slave camp was made of simple bamboo and straw huts, and the slaves inside were all pale and thin, with protruding ribs.

I lay listlessly on the bamboo bed, without even the energy to talk or chat.

This kind of slave still wants to work?

I’m afraid they don’t even have enough food to eat normally. If they go hungry for a few more days, I’m afraid they will all die.

This is still only part of it.

This part of the slaves is too weak.

I don't even have the energy to work.

He was left there to die.

Most of the husbands are in a huge logging camp not far from here.

The wood here will be mined and used to build bridges and roads in the county town, as well as to build houses for wealthy businessmen and officials.

Those slaves were much better than those who stayed in the slave camps, but that was only the case when compared to those people.

Every few meters around them, there was a slave leader wearing official uniform and holding a long stick standing beside them.

Strict supervision.

If there is any discord, these slaves may pause.

He was immediately hit with a stick.

The sticks of almost every slave head were dark red.

This is the situation that happens because the stick has been soaked and dried repeatedly with countless blood, and all the blood has been absorbed into the stick.

However, among these slaves, several people caught Zong Shen's attention.

These people are stronger than other slaves, and their physical and mental conditions are much better.

It seems that he is a newcomer who was recently captured in the slave camp.

Each of them was only a few meters apart, and they were making gestures to each other from time to time, having some kind of obscure communication.

Zong Shen made a recent hook, and these people obviously wanted to fight back!

However, the other slaves seemed to have had their edges worn away in the slave camp. Their eyes were filled with gray and their faces were lifeless.

This is the expression that can only be revealed after giving up all hope.

Zong Shen folded his arms across his chest and watched the scene below with great interest.

The struggle of these people is doomed to fail, but the courage to fight and the never-give-up heart are also extremely precious things.

Everyone’s mind has infinite power, but everyone’s quality and character are different.

The stronger and more resilient a person's mind is, the more power that can be developed within.

He just stood there in the air, but no one could see him.

Next, he landed directly on the ground and walked to the side of those people as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.

He walked slowly, but still no one could see him.

Neither the slaves nor the slave leaders were aware of Zong Shen's presence.

He stood beside those people who wanted to protest, quietly waiting for the development of things.

At this moment, he was a true observer.

The unique conditions of this strange world are perfect for Zong Shen to observe the changes in his mind.

Mortals are the weakest and the purest.

There is no shortage of powerful people in the universe, and even Zong Shen is capable of observing them, but these people have gone through training and their hearts are no longer pure.

Therefore, these people who have powerful intelligence but are unable to practice and suffer from oppression have become the best materials for Zong Shen to create the way of the mind!

"Come on, let me see your fighting spirit."

"Let me add some firewood to your fire."

Zong Shen grinned and decided to add fuel to the fire.

Passionate beliefs of resistance penetrated into their bodies and minds.

Suddenly, their will to fight became stronger.

The fire of resistance for revenge burns fiercely, with nowhere to vent.

If at this time, they could become nodes of the spiritual path, they would definitely be able to transmit a large amount of spiritual power.

However, this does not mean that they have lost their minds.

They are still enduring, waiting for the best opportunity to fight.

That's when it's time to eat!

It was almost noon.

There were several long whistles.

This means it’s time to eat.

This was the only time the slaves could rest.

At this time, several horse-drawn carriages slowly drove into the logging camp.

Each carriage was loaded with four large wooden barrels.

The bucket contained the slaves' lunch.

Some swill-like stuff.

I don’t know which restaurant in the county this kitchen waste was recycled from.

These swill-like things were mixed together and boiled.

It's still warm now.

It exudes a sour and strange smell.

This was the slaves' only lunch.

Let’s not talk about the taste for now.

But at least it won’t kill you.

Be able to survive.

If you are lucky, you can even get some meat remnants.

Each slave lined up in front of the carriage.

There are people who are responsible for distributing food.

Everyone can only use a bamboo tube as a bowl, one bowl per person.

Definitely not giving a little more.

At this time, the slave leaders covered their mouths and noses and walked away.

They have their meals.

Right above the only exit of the logging camp.

Several dining tables were set up on the road.

There are three dishes and a soup on top.

And white rice.

Although they are also very ordinary, they are countless times better than slaves.

The slaves' lunch was distributed.

The carriage left.

The slaves also went to eat.

The slaves had half an hour to eat and rest.

This is also the only time they can rest throughout the day.

It was also the only time they could be together.

The slaves also moved away from here.

There was only one way out of the logging camp, so they were not worried.

In addition, these slaves were subjected to high-intensity labor and inhumane abuse all day long, which eliminated all their desire to resist.

Numb, cowardly, and won't run away at all.

So these slaves are not too worried.

"Good opportunity, we have to find a way to leave here and return to the village."

"Otherwise, we will definitely die here."

Those few gathered together.

They discussed in low voices while drinking the hard-to-swallow lunch slop and chewing the residue fiercely.

"What can we do? If we slaves can unite, then we might as well fight back."

"With just a few of us, death is almost certain."

"We have a total of 873 slaves here."

"Although the number of slave leaders is much smaller, there are still hundreds of them."

Another man said with hesitation.

At this time, the oldest middle-aged slave among them spoke.

“I feel like I can’t stand it anymore.”

"If this continues, I'll go crazy."

"There's a fire burning in my heart!"

Beside him, another stronger slave nodded in agreement.

"Me too, I can't stand it anymore, fighting is the only way to survive!"

"The woodcutter's axe is our best weapon!"

"Smash their dog heads!"

The strong slave said with a serious face.

Veins popped out on his forehead, as if he could no longer endure it.

These people reached a consensus, and the last bit of hesitation completely disappeared.

There is a raging fire of resistance in everyone's chest.

“Done!”

"Just do it!"

"By the way, should we bring others along?"

After all, there is strength in numbers, and they also want more help so that they can be more confident.

Resistance is not about committing death, but about turning disadvantages into advantages.

This is the real struggle.

As these people made up their minds, blood rushed to their brains.

Everyone's face was red.

"kill!"

They roared angrily and picked up Mr. Shumu's carpenter's axe.

"Let's fight them!"

Then there was another louder roar!

Trying to wake up the other slaves' attention!

Unfortunately, most people remain indifferent.

Only a small number of people's eyes lit up and silently grabbed the carpenter's axe, but they did not stand up.

The number of these corresponding people is less than one-tenth of all slaves.

There are only a few dozen people.

Those people sighed silently.

I'm afraid I'm going to die here today!

Suddenly, his momentum subsided a lot.

However, their previous actions had already attracted the attention of those slave leaders.

The slave leaders put down their chopsticks and put the whips on their belts.

He ran towards the group of slave leaders with a menacing look in his eyes, his eyes flashing with cruelty.

These damned untouchables actually dared to cause trouble! They are so audacious!

"Brothers, let's fight!"

"Here we work day and night, don't have enough food to eat, and are beaten and whipped!"

"This kind of life will ultimately lead to death, and a very painful death!"

"Fight! Fight for a chance of survival!"

"There are only a hundred of them. If we kill them all, we can escape!"

These people began to shout very hard!

This time, more people took action.

One third of the slaves were persuaded.

The slaves grabbed their carpenter's axes and chisels, ready for a fight.

The remaining two-thirds didn't dare to move at all.

They just huddled together.

Dare not move.

Those who took the lead in the protest shook their heads.

But now, there are more than two hundred slaves willing to fight.

They now have the confidence to fight against the slave leader, but they must end the battle quickly.

Otherwise it won’t take long.

Someone from the county will come to help.

Zong Shen saw this scene and finally nodded.

This is the power of resistance!

Can trigger a chain reaction.

Unfortunately, the remaining two-thirds of their hearts have become completely hardened.

Lost all fighting spirit.

A person without fighting spirit cannot awaken his inner self.

Zong Shen held his chin, summarizing and feeling.

Those slave leaders were like tigers and wolves, and they were used to looking down on these slaves.

Now that he saw that one-third of the slaves wanted to fight back, he was not afraid but became even more angry.

Slave protests had occurred before.

However, these slaves usually lacked food and clothing and had to work for long periods of time.

The physical condition is very bad, almost to the point of being fragile.

They are no match for these strong slaves.

It's very easy to kill them all!

This is their privilege as slave leaders!

Anyone who dares to take part in the protest will, even if not beaten to death, have their limbs broken and be thrown to feed the dogs!

This is a very sad ending!

(End of this chapter)