Zong Shen made a recent move, and these people obviously wanted to fight back!
However, the other slaves seemed to have been worn down in the slave camp. Their eyes were filled with gray haze 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, watching the scene below with great interest.
The struggle of these people is doomed to fail, but the courage to fight and the never-stopping 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 carelessly, 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 noticed Zong Shen's presence.
He stood beside those who wanted to fight, quietly waiting for the development of the situation.
At this moment, he is a real observer.
The unique conditions of this strange world are just right 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 has the ability to observe them, but these people have undergone cultivation 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 in 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.
In the bucket was the slaves' lunch.
Something like swill.
I don’t know which restaurant in the county town the kitchen waste was recycled from.
These slop-like things were mixed together and boiled.
It's still warm now.
It emits 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 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.
I will definitely not give 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 slave leaders also went to eat.
The slaves had half an hour to eat and rest.
This is also the only time they can rest during the entire day.
It was also the only time they could be together.
The slave leaders 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.
While drinking the hard-to-swallow lunch slop and chewing the residue fiercely, they discussed in a low voice.
"What can we do? If we slaves can unite, then we might be able to put up a fight."
"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 take 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 this with a serious face.
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