Ye Zhou lowered the gun and handed the sniper rifle back to Chen Shu.
The sun was scorching hot at the moment, but Ye Zhou felt cold all over - he was not afraid because he fired the gun. On the contrary, he felt that at the moment he fired the gun, the man he targeted overlapped with the first person he killed.
The feeling that there was something he had been trying to grasp but couldn't grasp left him.
But this made Ye Zhou feel a rare sense of relief.
This feeling is hard to describe. Before it appeared, Ye Zhou didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him. But when it left, he suddenly felt light all over, as if something that had been binding and imprisoning him had finally let him go.
"Do you want to go over there?" Chen Shu lowered her voice and suggested, "Now is not a good time to go over there. I think it's best to wait until after dark."
Ye Zhou was not prepared to rush over: "Wait a moment."
Hill fell to the ground after being knocked down. Before he even realized what was happening, blood suddenly flowed from his abdomen. He was gasping for breath, and his ears were filled with the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat. The voice of his companion seemed to come from far away, but the other party was clearly holding his hand.
"Hill! Hill!"
Someone was stripping him of his clothes, and they saw blood on his body, but they didn't know where it came from.
"We need to stop the bleeding! Quick, is there a witch doctor?! Go find a witch doctor!"
The stewards got busy, but there was no real concern on their faces, only annoyance from worrying about getting into trouble and fear of facing the unknown.
"What happened just now? Did someone shoot an arrow? I didn't see the arrow head, and there was no arrow wound on his body."
"Drag him into the house!"
The stewards suddenly realized that there was a "murderer" outside. Compared with the "murderer", they were so weak, so they left and carried Hill into the wooden house.
The wooden house should be able to block arrows, and the stewards finally felt a little safe the moment they closed the door.
"Could it be some strange piece of iron? I once had a neighbor who was walking on the road when a piece of iron flew from nowhere and cut his neck. He died on the street." The person who spoke sighed sadly, "Later, no one knew where the piece of iron came from."
"I think Hill's situation is very similar to my neighbor's." said the person.
Fortunately, Hill's best friend never gave up on him. He tore off Hill's clothes and explored Hill's abdomen with his blood-soaked hands.
It was a bloody hole.
No weapons remained.
There were no arrows and no iron pieces.
Hill's abdomen was pierced by air, leaving a bloody hole.
Hill opened his mouth wide, looking at the wooden beam, gasping for breath, trying his best to grab his companion's hand, just like he had just tried his best to grab the slave in the mud. He whispered with difficulty: "Save...save me..."
He doesn't want to die.
His companion was so anxious that he broke into a sweat. "I will save you. I will definitely save you! I will go find a witch doctor to save you!"
The companion looked at the steward who had gathered around him. He returned to his previous gentle demeanor and said viciously, "I'm going down the mountain to find a witch doctor. You guys keep an eye on him and find a way to stop the bleeding."
The stewards didn't even look at their companions, but perfunctorily said, "Okay, okay, we know."
Companion: "You don't know, he is the nephew of the lord's personal valet. You usually have conflicts with him and dislike him, but those are just small problems between us. But if he really dies, how are you going to explain to his uncle?"
In some ways, a valet has transcended class.
They had more freedom, status, and property than civilians.
As a respected personal valet, he can use his status as a servant to embark on a career in politics.
The lord can take him to many meetings, and as long as the lord allows, he can discuss with other noble lords at the meetings. His power is only lower than that of the lord and the butler, and the valet is often the next butler.
If Hill's uncle succeeds in becoming the butler, Hill will naturally become the next manservant.
The managers all wished that something would happen to him, that he would die, because only if he died would they have the opportunity to change their fate and class.
Otherwise they are just stewards from the cradle to the grave, from them to their children.
And if their children are not favored by the lord, they may not even have the small power to manage affairs.
They will become ordinary free citizens.
They did heavy work and paid taxes, but the grain production was very low. After paying the taxes, the family could only borrow grain from the lord to survive the difficult days.
But the lord’s food cannot be exchanged.
They pay it back this year and borrow next year, and they borrow and pay it back every year.
So naturally they became serfs.
When they became the lord's personal slaves, the lord could stop them when the king wanted them to participate in wars or pay taxes.
For the lord, the more slaves in his territory, the better, as it is always better than having more free people.
However, if the territory was full of slaves, that would not make sense, so the lords would usually make their favorite and obedient stewards and their families become free people to manage the serfs for them.
Therefore, apart from purchased slaves, most of the serfs were the lord’s own “people”.
The stewards finally calmed down and said to their companions, "Go quickly, we know what to do."
Only then did the companions leave the cabin.
He seemed completely unafraid of the possible dangers outside; he mounted a donkey and headed eagerly down the mountain.
Now, in Ye Zhou's eyes, there were only the slaves who were still working hard.
The slaves didn't care whether anyone was watching them or not. Day after day of hard work and hunger had destroyed their ability to think. They were unable to consume enough fat and protein, and were suffering from malnutrition, calcium deficiency and low blood sugar. But they were still alive, so they became zombies who could breathe, walk and work.
Ye Zhou looked at them with the telescope, and he saw the slave still lying on the ground again.
Still no one rescued him.
He still fell in the mud, but this time he was on his back.
Ye Zhou pursed his lips and turned his head away, unable to bear to look over.
The slave was so skinny that he looked like an adult when he was standing, but when he fell down, he looked like a big-headed doll.
His face was covered in mud and water, and Ye Zhou couldn't even see what he looked like or how old he might be.
"He doesn't look to be more than eighteen." Chen Shu seemed to have guessed what Ye Zhou was thinking. She whispered, "Boss, don't be sad. After dark, Zou Ming and I will be enough."
Ye Zhou was stunned: "What do you mean enough?"
Chen Shu blinked and said as a matter of course: "Kill them all, that's enough."
Ye Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't come here for this, how did you forget again?"
Chen Shu was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he had forgotten something, but he really couldn't remember what it was, so he could only look at Zou Ming.
Zou Ming added: "We are here to do business with them and use their money to support their people."
Ye Zhou could certainly support these slaves, he could afford it, he had the financial resources - but he did not want to be a slave owner, he did not want these slaves to change masters and continue to be slaves.
Of course, he is not a savior who will save the poor people he sees.
Of course it would be best to have the best of both worlds, saving these slaves and allowing him to accumulate enough points to leave this plane.
"I need to think about how to fool them." Ye Zhou said with a smile.
The three of them were now behind the slope. Unless someone climbed out from under the cliff, it would be impossible for them to be seen. The position was good, but Ye Zhou felt a chill on his back and did not feel very safe.
So Ye Zhou would grab Zou Ming's arm from time to time.
At first Zou Ming would glance at him, but later he completely ignored him.
"I originally thought that fireworks might be of some use." Ye Zhou took out a small firework from his backpack and sighed, "Although it might be useful, it's unlikely to pass off as a miracle, right?"
After all, he didn't know whether there were already fireworks here.
"How about a high-intensity flashlight?" Ye Zhou thought a high-intensity flashlight was a good thing - it was like a magical tool in this plane.
Normally it can not only illuminate the way, but also serve as a weapon. When playing tricks, once the light is turned on, the surrounding area will be as bright as day - oil lamps, candles and torches are absolutely not allowed to sit in it.
"Just a high-intensity flashlight." Ye Zhou put away the flashlight and asked Zou Ming, "Do you think you should bring anything else?"
Zou Ming looked at Ye Zhou's face and shook his head slightly: "No need."
Chen Shu also sighed: "Boss, I don't think it's necessary either."
When she first came, although she thought the boss was good-looking, she didn't think he was this good-looking.
At that time, the boss was always a little lukewarm, never in a hurry to do things, and his smile was very gentle.
Now the boss still smiles often, but the smile won’t stay on his face for that long. He looks a little more serious, but not distant.
Maybe it's because he's a little more serious that he looks more handsome than before.
Especially when his dark eyes stared at someone without blinking, it was as if he wanted to suck that person into his eyes.
Thinking of this, Chen Shu immediately became alert and kept reminding himself in his heart: "Chen Shu, Chen Shu, don't be obsessed with sex. People who are obsessed with sex will not have a good ending!"
After all, for Ye Zhou, playing tricks is already a familiar business.
He just needed to clean the dust and sawdust off himself before he started playing tricks.
If you turn on the lights at the cliff at night, it will be as bright as day.
Zou Ming and Chen Shu hid in the woods on both sides. If anyone dared to attack Ye Zhou or run towards him, they would shoot directly.
As long as Ye Zhou didn't stop them, they didn't care whether they took other people's lives or how many lives they took.
Ye Zhou didn't think there was anything wrong with this.
If this were in peacetime, in the dimension he was in, he would definitely feel that these two needed an education, preferably starting from junior high school.
But this is not his dimension, and only with sufficient military force can they guarantee their own safety.
If they don't dare to shoot or take action, they will be the only ones who will suffer in the end.
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"Hurry!" The companion finally came back in the afternoon. When he came back, he was not riding on a donkey, but leading a donkey with an old man with a strange figure sitting on its back.
He had gray hair that blended into his long beard, and his snow-white eyebrows were also straight.
Although he has European appearance, he looks like a small Maitreya Buddha.
Ye Zhou really didn't expect to see such a plump person here.
The companion's name was Som. He anxiously said to the witch doctor who had gotten off the donkey, "He must have been hit by something unclean. Maybe a ghost! Or a werewolf vampire!"
The witch doctor was not perfunctory: "Is there really a hole in his body? And there is no murder weapon nearby?"
Som nodded: "Yes, I didn't see any iron pieces or arrows."
The witch doctor frowned and said, "Let's go in and take a look. I hope that poor boy is still alive."
As they were talking, they happened to step over the slave who had "drowned" in the mud.
No one looked at him, as if he was just a stone or a weed, but not a person.
After pushing open the wooden door, the witch doctor quickly walked to Hill who was lying on the bed. Before he even knew where Hill's wound was, he suddenly yelled, "Kadibuti!"
The stewards were shocked, but they did not stop him from "casting spells".
Witch doctors are the only doctors here. They need to manage sacrifices to gods and treat people's diseases. Of course, most people die from treatment and very few are cured. But this is the only hope people here can have when facing diseases.
In fact, Hill couldn't see clearly who appeared in front of him. He felt better and his body was not so cold. He groped to grab Som's hand, but he grabbed nothing. It was Som himself who rushed over and grabbed Hill's hand.
"You'll be fine." Thom's voice was choked with sobs. "You'll be fine."
He and Hill were playmates and grew up together. He was just an ordinary farmer's child and would most likely become a serf in the future.
It was because Hill considered him a friend that he could become a member of the “leadership” and no longer be a slave, and no longer be needed by his parents and family.
If Hill died, could he still protect everything now?
And will the butler forgive him?
Hill's life is more important than his own life. As long as Hill, his parents, brothers and sisters are protected, they can continue to be free people.
"Master Witch Doctor." Som looked at the witch doctor who was still chanting, "I remember there is a way..."
“It can save seriously ill people.”
The witch doctor ignored him. After he finished reading what he was supposed to read, he grinned and said, "Don't think too much. He's just slightly injured."
The witch doctor walked to the bedside and, in full view of everyone, inserted his fingers into Hill's wound.
He even said with some pride: "Such wounds are better than those with iron pieces left on them."
"Just cover it with herbs and wrap it up," the witch doctor said confidently, "If he is not dead by this time tomorrow, he will survive."
Everyone: “…”
If you don't die, you can live. Isn't that nonsense?
But after all, there is only one witch doctor nearby, and no matter how bad the managers' tempers are, they don't want to offend him.
The witch doctor carried a wooden barrel with him. He pulled out the cork, and the smell of fermented dead branches and rotten leaves suddenly rushed out, almost knocking out everyone in the cabin.
But he himself was completely unaware of it and said to Som, "Apply this to him."
Witch Doctor: "It's not a big wound. You don't need to push it."
Som did not dare to disbelieve in the medicine. No matter how bad it smelled or how scary it looked, he applied it to the unconscious Hill as if it were a panacea. His movements were light but fast, and his eyes were full of anticipation.
He wished that as soon as the medicine was applied, Hill would wake up immediately, joke with him lively and even beat the slaves again.
"Okay, that's all." The witch doctor said calmly, "I'm going down the mountain now. There are other people who need me."
"No! You can't leave!" Soum said, blocking the witch doctor who was about to leave. "He is still in danger. You must stay here and watch him!"
The witch doctor frowned and showed a stern expression: "Is it that only his life is life, and other young masters and young ladies, lords and ladies are not lives? If a lord now encounters an accident because of my lack of help, can you bear the responsibility?"
Som could hear his threat, but now he could only bite the bullet and say, "I can."
Witch Doctor: “…”
The witch doctor had to go - he had to go! The wooden barrel was filled with grass leaves and dead branches that he picked at random, and he usually used them to fool people. Did he cure diseases and save people? That was like he had opened six of his seven orifices, but none of them worked.
The only part he inherited from his parents was the one he sang at the beginning.
He had already done everything he could. If he stayed, what if something happened to him or he was caught? Even if he didn't die, it would be bad to lose two layers of skin.
But Som was a young and strong man after all, and the witch doctor was ultimately unable to defeat him. He was locked up in this cabin, and together with Som he had to take care of the unconscious Hill.
The witch doctor looked out the window and sighed leisurely - he just wanted to cheat some money and didn't want to be detained.
But since the blood had already flowed down, the witch doctor could only take care of Hill obediently. Although he had no idea how to take care of him, he could only keep saying to Som: "Clean his body, clean his wounds, give him some water, and lift his arm."
Fortunately, Som was at a loss at the moment and had no way of thinking about whether his requests were reasonable or not.
Slowly, it darkened outside the window.
The witch doctor's eyes suddenly became kind, and he asked carefully: "Are you hungry? I haven't eaten all day, and I'm really hungry."
Som had no appetite at this moment. He said woodenly, "What do you want to eat? I'll ask them to bring it in for you."
The witch doctor shook his head quickly: "You'd better let me go out to eat, the smell in here is too bad!"
There was not only the smell of blood and sweat, but also the stench of Hill's excrement that had just been cleaned up.
Som seemed to realize what the wooden house had become, but he didn't dare leave Hill for too long. He was also worried that he would push the witch doctor too far and the witch doctor would really not want to stay.
He could only nod to the witch doctor and said, "You can get out now."
"You have to be careful, there are snakes in the woods."
Som looked away.
The witch doctor turned his head and wrinkled his nose, which made his skin wrinkled. But he still smiled and said, "I know, I won't go down the mountain. I don't have any antidote with me now."
He doesn't even have a medicine to cure snake venom! If he had this ability, he would have gone to the royal city and worked in the palace long ago.
The witch doctor opened the wooden door and walked out.
He let out a long breath - he just wanted to make a living, why was it so difficult?
The witch doctor walked around the crowd. He didn't want to be seen by the stewards, nor did he want to be stopped by them.
This happened to him often in the past. The stewards asked him to treat the patients and then asked him to treat the slaves.
It’s not that they care much about the health of slaves, but it seems that this can show the witch doctor’s ability.
After defrauding a sum of money, it was time to leave. The witch doctor made up his mind to escape successfully before being discovered!
While the witch doctor was still surveying the route, he suddenly felt a ray of light coming from not far away. He squinted his eyes in confusion and looked in the direction of the light.
In such a dark night, the light is so bright that it is frightening and people dare not look directly at it.
The witch doctor didn't dare to run anymore. He felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He couldn't even stand still and sat down on the ground.
This is the light that should be in the Kingdom of God, snow-white without a trace of orange or yellow. It is not the light of fire, but more like the light of lightning at the moment of falling that is captured by people and then retained for a long time.
The witch doctor half-lay on the ground in a daze, looking at the light in confusion. He even forgot his name and what he should do.
Besides him, the slaves also saw the light.
They numbly stopped walking, as if they had just realized that the managers were not around and no one was watching over them.
The witch doctor looked at the slaves, but the slaves did not look at him.
He knew slaves. Slaves were numb, like livestock. They wouldn't go crazy suddenly now. He just had to wait for the steward to come...
But just as he was about to feel relieved, he heard a mute slave stretch out his arm, point in the direction of the light and shout, "Ah——!"
He waved his hands excitedly, and his eyes, which had been dull before, suddenly lit up.
Although he was not mute, the witch doctor understood what the mute meant.
He is saying – we have redeemed our sins, God has come to take us, and we don’t have to live this kind of life anymore.
He didn't say a word, but it seemed like he said everything.
The slaves became noisy and stumbled towards the light!
It must be a miracle that caused such a divine light. It was God! It was God who came to save them and free them from the sea of suffering!
The slaves were in an uproar and rushed forward frantically.
The witch doctor originally didn't want to go with them. He was timid and wanted to hide and see what happened, but in the end he followed them.
If there really is a God.
So, as the first person to see God, could he get some benefits?
How big is this benefit? Can it make him a rich man? Or a king?
The witch doctor's expression gradually became excited, but he was worried that this was an evil god.
Everyone here believes in God, and there are countless legends about God.
"Follow me!" The witch doctor suddenly stood up and shouted, as if he had suddenly become a part of the slaves and was going to lead them to a better future.
The slaves ignored him.
They ran towards the light excitedly, simply and numbly.
All they have to do is run into the light. By running into the light, they will find happiness.
——It seems that I can run until death comes.
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