Chapter 14: The Mark of the Slave

He sneered and turned around.

Unexpectedly, his face froze the next second.

The red rope on his wrist began to get hot, and then the red peach wood rope suddenly became thicker and bigger, handcuffing his hands behind his back like handcuffs.

Not only did it shackle him, it also carried him towards Yin Zhiyi.

There was a hint of danger in the air, and a faint and familiar fragrance was overwhelming.

Yin Zhiyi only felt that in the chaos she seemed to have returned to the time when she first became an apprentice. Every fifteenth day, when the master came to check on her practice, she would chant the spell with confidence, but the magic weapon had no response.

She became more and more anxious as she read, and she was sweating profusely from the heat.

Just when she recited it for the ninety-ninth time, the magic weapon finally moved!

But she felt a weight on her body, as if she were sleep-paralyzed. Yin Zhiyi instinctively wanted to lift the things off her body, but her hands felt like they were filled with lead and could not move at all.

It was not until the scent of pine needles after the snow surged into her nose, like a sudden breeze on a hot summer day, that Yin Zhiyi's frowned brows slowly relaxed and she subconsciously leaned over.

This is like an ice bed, suitable for lying on.

Yan Shiman struggled hard, veins bulging on his slender jade-like hands, but the red rope kept getting tighter and tighter.

Feeling the burning heat in his arms, his whole body stiffened, and his body suddenly became like a bow drawn to the extreme.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yin Zhiyi!"

He wanted to touch the red string directly, but stopped abruptly, as if he thought of something.

When he met those glassy eyes, he said in a gentle and persuasive way, "Do you know who I am?"

Yin Zhiyi tilted her head and rested it on his chest, with a bit of confusion in her eyes, and hummed softly.

"Yan Shiman, you are the #@ in the *&..."

Yan Shiman frowned, unable to hear what she was mumbling, but he didn't waste too much time on it.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the Peacock Feather?"

"Peacock Feather?" Yin Zhiyi still felt very hot and said vaguely, "I don't know."

Then, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Yan Shiman suddenly felt something was wrong, and as expected, the world was spinning around.

Yin Zhiyi sat directly on his waist, with the long slender belt hanging in front of Yan Shiman's chest.

Yan Shiman's face turned pale after being hit, the wound burst open, and the bright red blood soaked his smoky blue robe.

He was shaking with anger, and the humiliation he felt was no less than the last time he was tied up and whipped.

He knew that Yin Zhiyi would not be so kind. He had even said in a high-sounding manner that this thing was used to protect him.

Yan Shiman's eyes began to turn red, and a layer of black mist floated around him, circling around the red rope, as if trying to devour it.

Yin Zhiyi felt cool sitting on the ice bed. He touched it and felt something, but it was quite smooth.

She rubbed it twice and it bounced.

Not until the burning sensation in her body slowly subsided did her vision begin to focus, and the ice bed in front of her gradually began to turn into Yan Shiman's face.

Yin Zhiyi's pupils suddenly dilated.

She could still feel the soft touch in her hands, and she was shocked.

What she was pinching was... Yan Shiman’s earlobe!

After she rubbed it several times, the jade-colored earlobe was ravaged to the point of almost dripping blood.

If you don't know, you might think she was forcing herself on him.

Yin Zhiyi:? !

She looked down and saw that Yan Shiman's hands were tied tightly by her magic weapon, and even his wrists were rubbed raw from the struggle.

The deep red of the blood contrasts sharply with the cold white of the skin.

Very good, and props.

[It’s over. Am I teasing the second male lead? ! 】

Then she met Yan Shiman's murderous gaze, and the room was dead silent.

Just by mobilizing the power in his body, Yan Shiman's breathing was trembling.

His eyes have returned to normal. If it were before today, he would have acted without hesitation.

But now, he looked at the red rope in his hand and saw that one corner had been eaten away by black air, which was impossible to see without careful observation.

He lowered his eyes.

It's like a hunter facing his prey. When he is not sure whether he can kill it with one blow, the first thing he should do is lie dormant.

He steadied his voice: "Miss, are you still going to keep suppressing me?"

Yin Zhiyi's hands froze and he shuddered violently.

The moment she stood up, she was pulled by the belt again, and a slight gasp sounded in her ear.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a few bloodstains on the bed.

Very eye-catching.

Yin Zhiyi quickly chanted a spell, loosened the restraints on Yan Shiman's wrists, and spoke carefully: "Your wound has split open."

Yan Shiman glanced at her and said slowly: "I know."

Yin Zhiyi: [It’s a sin, it’s a sin. It’s one thing that you flirted with the second male lead, but you even made his injury worse. 】

Just when she was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, suddenly -

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the door.

Yin Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief. The atmosphere was really weird, so she hurried forward to open the door.

The evil energy in my body comes in waves. It hurt a bit just now, but now it’s much better, at least I can bear it.

Outside the door was the waiter delivering food and wine.

Yin Zhiyi looked at the dishes on his tray and said calmly, "You're here to serve wine and food so late? These things don't seem to be ordered by us."

The waiter said with a smile, "You misunderstood. This is Mr. He's treat. All guests staying here today will get a share."

Yin Zhiyi's eyebrows jumped: "Is it Mr. He from the paper-making factory?"

The waiter said with a bit of admiration in his tone: "Exactly, this Boss He is a generous man!"

As soon as he talked about this, he began to talk non-stop: "Ever since Boss He revitalized this paper-making factory two months ago, we have benefited from it! The originally dead shop is now bustling with traffic!"

Yin Zhiyi listened quietly to the waiter's description. She was somewhat curious about this Boss He.

"Hey, young lady, shall we bring the wine and food to you?"

"No, give it to me."

"Okay, enjoy your meal!"

As the waiter turned around, Yin Zhiyi called him again: "Wait, do you have gauze here?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Yes, I'll get it for you."

He was very quick and nimble and brought the things in no time.

Bang——

The door closed again, and the footsteps outside became farther and farther away.

When Yin Zhiyi turned around, he saw that Yan Shiman's previously disheveled clothes had been put on neatly.

Yan Shiman pursed his lips and looked at the gauze in Yin Zhiyi's hand: "Miss, what are you doing?"

Yin Zhiyi thought: [Isn’t this obvious? 】

She said, "Bandage you."

[If the second male lead dies or becomes disabled, how will the plot proceed? 】

Yan Shiman tried hard to maintain the smile on his face and said coldly: "No need."

Yin Zhiyi glanced at him, obviously not taking the three words he said seriously at all. He placed the things the waiter brought on the table, and then took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve.

Yan Shiman took a deep breath and wanted to push the door open to go out. Even if he had to stay outside in the wind all night, he didn't want to stay in the same space with Yin Zhiyi.

Then he heard: [You have quite a bad temper and know how to give people the cold shoulder. 】

[The sneer on his face is also creepy. I thought the second male lead was really like in the book, with only one adjective throughout the whole process. 】

Yan Shiman paused, frowned and sneered? Creepy?

Next second: [Still know how to frown. 】

Yan Shiman: “…”

[But it’s good to have a little temper, otherwise you’d better be as gentle as a fake person all the time. 】

Yin Zhiyi: "Come here and take off your clothes."

This was said quite naturally, like a daily greeting of 'Have you eaten? ''Have you drunk? 'Like this.

Yan Shiman's face darkened. Although he knew that the person in front of him was Yin Zhiyi in disguise, this woman was too shameless.

Moreover, he always felt that the person in front of him had a purpose.

Although he could hear part of the woman's thoughts, most of the time, those thoughts were unclear.

He refused, "It's a private wound, please don't pollute the young lady's eyes."

Yin Zhiyi raised the end of his eyebrow slightly: "Private place?"

[I almost forgot this is ancient times. Tsk, even if it is a supernatural story, the distinction between men and women must be strictly followed. The chest and back are indeed considered private parts. 】

"It's okay. When you're out and about, you can just put aside these false formalities. Then the innocent will be innocent."

Yan Shiman: "No need, I can handle it myself."

"What about the wound on your back? How are you going to deal with it? Will it heal on its own?"

Yin Zhiyi was too lazy to talk nonsense: "Take it off, you are a lady and I am a lady?"

I have to say, this sentence is quite useful.

The green gown fell to the ground, and on the snow-white inner garment were blood spots that bloomed like plum blossoms.

Yan Shi was tall and slender. Against the candlelight, the curves of her body looked a little hazy. Her every move was not only elegant, but also had a sense of allure that was not there in ordinary times.

Yin Zhiyi subconsciously cast his gaze on his red earlobe.

Remembering the warm touch on her hand before, she inexplicably felt a burning sensation on her fingertips.

Yin Zhiyi: [I really want to pinch it again. 】

Yan Shiman's movements paused slightly.

Just as Yin Zhiyi was about to look at his injuries, she heard the person in front of her say something ambiguous: "Miss, are you sure you want to see it?"

Yin Zhiyi was a little surprised: [What is certain and uncertain about the medicine? 】

Since I’ve taken it off, of course I’m going to... look.

No, it's medicine.

When he uncovered the inner garment from behind, Yin Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.

The shocking red that caught the eye was not blood, but a tattoo, which occupied almost a quarter of the back. A black snake was entangled with a scarlet hibiscus flower, circling and spreading from the waist and abdomen. The black snake was forcefully wrapping the soft branch upwards, which looked a bit weird.

Even the gaping wound on his back didn't look so eye-catching anymore.

【hiss! 】

【This is? Tattoo? Why does it feel kind of good-looking? 】

Yin Zhiyi paused and asked, "What is this?"

Yan Shiman sneered in his heart, good-looking? Maybe it really looked good before it was given other meanings.

He met Yin Zhiyi's gaze and said calmly, "Slave Mark."

"Slave mark?"

Yin Zhiyi frowned. She didn’t know Yan Shiman’s background, but because of Yan Shiman’s personality, she subconsciously thought that he probably wouldn’t be too bad.

I can't help but be surprised: [The second male lead actually has this kind of thing on him. 】

Yan Shiman seemed to be accustomed to such surprises. When he was in the slave market in the past, those human traffickers would always come to inquire about the price because of his good looks. In order to get a good price, the manager would conceal the tattoo on his body. The black market was full of all kinds of people, and by the time the buyers found out, the seller had already disappeared.

At that time, Ren Yazi's face would show an expression of shock and anger, which was very interesting.

However, when those people lost their anger, his pain began.

Only slaves who repeatedly escaped were marked as slaves.

Those who are marked as slaves will be regarded as the lowest of the low. They are the private property of their masters. Not only will they be hated and excluded by others, but it will also be almost impossible to sell them.

Once they fall into the hands of human traffickers, the worst that can happen is that their hands and feet will be chopped off, they will be imprisoned and used as pedophiles, or they will be killed directly.

Most people will choose the former, after all, it can still create the last bit of value.

But he was lucky, killed two people and escaped.

He suddenly felt a little excited about what was going on. He wanted to know how this person would despise him or sympathize with him in his heart.

When he can make her into a puppet, he will take revenge on her.

Yin Zhiyi picked up a bottle of medicine for treating external injuries.

The wounds on Yan Shiman's body had begun to fester and swell, and his inner clothes were even stuck to his flesh.

[Strange, didn’t he recover well from his previous injury? Why does it seem more serious now? 】

Yin Zhiyi was distracted and the powder in the bottle in her hand spilled all over Yan Shiman's wound. She quickly used her hand to catch it.

Yan Shiman felt a chill on his back. He did not hear the expected voice and suddenly felt a little bored.

He was not surprised at all about the injuries on his body. The previous injury was caused by himself. It looked scary, but it was actually just a superficial wound.

But the black energy he controlled just now actually damaged himself.

"Not holding it firmly."

Yin Zhiyi noticed that the person lying on the bed was moving around, so he pushed him down and said, "I'm applying the medicine, be quiet."

Yan Shiman's eyes were darker than before: "Miss, aren't you curious about this mark?"

Yin Zhiyi: [Of course I’m curious. 】

She actually didn't quite understand the setting in the book, but she knew that this was definitely not a good memory.

[Based on my years of experience reading books, maybe the second male lead also had a tragic childhood experience like the villain? 】However, the small world would automatically mute any information related to the book, so Yan Shiman only heard the first sentence.

Yin Zhiyi said: "Your slave mark is not the same as what I imagined."

"Quite... unique."

[The craftsmanship looks pretty good.] 】

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him suddenly laughed.

Yan Shiman gathered the clothes on his chest, looked at Yin Zhiyi and said, "Thank you, Miss."

"I think today's lady is also very different."

Yin Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and composed: "What's the difference?"

Yan Shiman: “Very unique.”

Yin Zhiyi: “…”