Six figures passed through the simple wall silently like ghosts.
They move swiftly, like cheetahs in the night, and every movement reveals their extraordinary tacit understanding and well-trained skills.
Feng Feng, Yun Yang, Mai Xuan and six others are now like ghosts. Walls cannot stop them at all.
The six people gathered together to talk about what they had gained outside.
Feng Feng spoke first.
"I quietly approached the soldiers guarding the slaves and learned from their conversation that this place was indeed close to the Nile River."
"But unfortunately, this year the Nile River seems to have quietly dried up upstream, and the lake not far away is almost dry."
Feng Feng's voice was low and powerful, and every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart.
Gao Chen took over the conversation, his eyes flashing with deep sympathy for the sufferings of the world.
“I went outside and saw firsthand how ordinary people were living.”
“Those ordinary people who were not slaves were not bound by chains, but they also had to bear heavy labor.”
“Toil on this land day after day is no different from being a slave.”
"Their fate is closely linked to every flood of the Nile and every harvest."
"The ups and downs of life are all determined by the joys and sorrows of that ancient river."
Jin Shile added, with a hint of emotion in his tone:
“When you enter their homes, you feel even more compassion.”
"The houses are simple, mostly made of mud and bricks, and cannot withstand the invasion of wind and rain."
"The facilities inside the house are even more scarce, and the living conditions are so harsh that it is hard to imagine."
"But even so, they remain tenacious and water their hopes with sweat."
When Yun Yang heard this, a trace of doubt and shock flashed in his eyes:
"In this situation, could it be that we have really traveled to ancient Egypt?"
At this moment, Mai Xuan finally nodded affirmatively:
"Confirmed! Judging by all the signs, this is not only ancient Egypt, but it's very likely an ancient Egypt dating back more than 3,000 years!"
When these words were spoken, the other five people all looked shocked.
Then he gradually calmed down, and an indescribable excitement and relief surged in his heart.
It seemed as if all the long-standing speculation and efforts were finally verified at this moment.
All doubts and anxieties disappeared as the dust settled on this conclusion.
With so many anomalies, they probably had some guesses.
The next step is to figure out what to do next.
Tanai looked around at this unfamiliar land, his tone filled with helplessness and reluctance:
"I've explored almost every corner of this oasis, but every inch of it seems to be imprisoned by an invisible force. There's nothing we can touch."
"It's as if we've been forever isolated on the edge of this world, and can only watch silently as bystanders."
Jin Shile, with an unyielding light in his eyes.
He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "If that's the case, how can we break through these difficulties and leave here?"
His words revealed deep concern about unknown challenges.
After Feng Feng pondered for a moment, a glimmer of inspiration appeared in his eyes.
"The characteristic of ancient civilization is probably the slaves in front of us."
"Those ragged, haggard slaves may be the key to our escape!"
"And it's no coincidence that we woke up right next to the dunes where they were hiding!"
"Perhaps, the key to unlocking the mystery of this illusion lies in their hands!"
Yun Yang nodded slightly upon hearing this, his eyes flashing with a firm belief:
"I agree. Let's follow them for now. After all, in this illusion, every detail could be an opportunity for us to escape."
"As long as we remain patient and observe carefully, I believe we will eventually find a way to crack it and see the light of day again!"
“The time it takes is not an issue!”
Seeing this, Tanai also spread out his hands.
A relaxed smile appeared on his face: "Since no one has any objection, then I will naturally fully support it."
As night falls, time seems to lose its meaning in this dreamlike world.
They neither feel the invasion of fatigue nor are they troubled by hunger.
So, the group settled down near the extremely simple shack and waited quietly for the dawn to come.
At the same time, he also secretly observed the lives of the slaves, trying to find a clue to escape.
As for why not stay in the house?
After all, their sense of smell is still intact, and the smell in the shack is really... hard to describe.
The smell emanating from the shack was a mixture of dampness, mildew, and an unknown bitterness.
It made even the most hardy travelers frown.
But this discomfort made them even more determined to find a way out!
…
In the early morning, the sky was still dark.
The thick night is like a heavy curtain, tightly covering this forgotten land.
"Time to work, time to work!"
"Lazy guy, why don't you get up? Do you want to be whipped?"
Before daybreak, the slaves' dreams were ruthlessly torn apart by a burst of violent shouting.
Like trapped animals awakened, they struggled to crawl out of their small, dark and windswept dwellings.
The air was filled with a biting chill, as if even the breath could condense into frost.
Every exposed skin trembles involuntarily, as if it is the last farewell to warmth in winter.
In this camp shrouded in despair, injured escaped slaves huddled in the corner.
Their eyes reflect both a desire for freedom and a helpless compromise with reality.
The intensity of yesterday's escape contrasts sharply with today's tranquility.
Their bodies found a momentary respite from fatigue and pain.
But this tranquility is like the calm before the storm, which makes people feel uneasy.
The master did not include these weak lives in today's labor list, which was both pity and cold indifference.
As the first ray of sunlight breaks through the clouds.
The desert began to show its cruel and fiery side.
The slaves were driven into this vast sea of sand.
The ground beneath my feet had cooled overnight and looked particularly dry and hard in the morning light.
It seemed like nature's silent mockery of them.
Sweat quickly soaked their clothes and mixed with the sand, painting a picture of suffering and persistence.
Every shovelful of plowing was extremely difficult.
It seems as if they are against the whole world, but the instinct of survival drives them to move forward.
…
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.
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