This light has no temperature, and when it shines on people it does not make them feel warm, but no one can notice anything unusual.
The slaves pushed and shoved each other, staring blankly ahead. They were not thinking about anything but staring at the light source.
Ye Zhou stood in the light - behind him was a powerful flashlight hanging on the tree.
He could see the slaves coming towards him, but the slaves could not see him with the light behind him.
This was the first time that Ye Zhou had engaged in such a large-scale fraud. He was a little nervous, but that nervousness quickly disappeared with the footsteps of the slaves.
Because there was no expression on the faces of these slaves.
They are still numb.
They are like insects that chase after light. They don't care about their final fate. They just follow the light, even if it means they will be buried in a sea of fire.
Ye Zhou looked at their faces, each of which was extremely similar - when people became thin and weak, and their skin became loose and dry due to lack of nutrition, the difference in appearance between people suddenly became smaller.
They look like one person.
When his eyes met with a slave who stood up to his chest, Ye Zhou couldn't bear to look away.
He couldn't even tell whether these people were men or women; they were all sexless, dressed in rags, and hunched over.
Some female slaves who did rough work did not even have tops like the male slaves, and their breasts drooped like two rag bags.
It's just unbearable to watch.
Only after the slaves gathered and surrounded him did Ye Zhou pick up the translator.
But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly changed his mind.
What can he say?
At this moment, everything he said seemed pale and powerless.
These slaves didn't need him to give them any speeches or express any opinions now. They just needed food and water, and the hope of waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow.
So Ye Zhou looked at Zou Ming not far away.
Zou Ming understood Ye Zhou's meaning almost instantly. He walked towards the warehouse with a shotgun and shot through the wooden door of the warehouse before the slaves noticed his presence.
The entire wooden door was opened, and wood chips fell to the ground and floated in the air.
The loud noise almost broke the sky.
Ye Zhou was stunned by the power of the shotgun. After all, this wooden door was definitely not a thin wooden board that would break at the touch. It was made of round logs. After all, it had to protect the warehouse, so it couldn't be chopped open even with an axe.
Ye Zhou didn't have many shotguns in his collection. After all, this thing made a loud noise and had very strict requirements on the shooting distance - if it was too far away, it would mean no accuracy, and if it was too close, it would kill someone accidentally.
This was the first time Ye Zhou felt that a shotgun was useful.
When the slaves looked towards the warehouse, Zou Ming had already retreated into the darkness.
The stewards finally rushed out.
Their cheeks were flushed, their clothes were disheveled, and they reeked of alcohol. Some of them were holding iron wine jugs in their hands and clinging to the shoulders of the people next to them in a daze. They didn't realize what was happening, and just stared blankly in the direction of Ye Zhou, the direction of the light.
The stewards didn't know whether they should care about the light or the loud noise.
But compared to the strange noise, this unusual light seemed more important to them.
"What's that light?" someone burped.
"Why are all the slaves over there? Shall we go over and take a look?"
"Shall we go together?"
"I saw the witch doctor! Call him over and ask him!"
The stewards sent out the youngest of their number.
The young steward secretly rolled his eyes, but did not dare to say anything, let alone oppose the arrangements of his predecessors. He ran over obediently and grabbed the witch doctor's arm. As soon as he started, the steward felt something was wrong - is the old man so strong?
Why was his grandfather's skin and flesh so loose?
But he did not think about it too much, still remembering his mission. When the witch doctor turned around, he said to him, "Follow me."
The witch doctor was startled at first, but when he realized it was him, he raised his arms and struggled to break free from the other person, sneering, "Who are you? Why should I follow you?"
The butler didn't want to go back. He argued with the witch doctor and asked, "What's going on with this light?"
The steward lowered his voice and asked, "Is it a miracle?"
No one does not believe in God.
Only those who believe in God can be happy. God gives them land, food, work, and even their lives.
If one day God no longer loves them, they will die immediately.
This is the kind of education they have received since childhood, day after day, year after year. If someone mentions atheism to them at this time, they will just think that the person who mentions atheism is a lunatic - if there is no God, where do humans come from?
"I think so." The witch doctor said firmly, "It's not just me, it's definitely!"
The steward quickly asked: "Which god is it?"
The witch doctor thought about it, looked at the moon that was blocked by the white light, and said confidently: "It must be the Moon God!"
The steward also thought this guess was very reliable, and he echoed: "I think so too!"
A smile appeared on his face: "The Moon God is a kind god."
The steward still remembered the myth about the Moon God. The Moon God was a hermaphroditic goddess of beauty. When he was a man, he married a princess, and when he was a woman, he had children with the Sun God. He had supreme power, but he was not aggressive or violent.
He is a completely good god, unlike other gods who have clear likes and dislikes.
Even if the Moon God punishes people, he will not take their lives. He will only punish them to do thousands of labors in the abyss.
Such a kind god is rare in mythology.
Steward: "Then tell me, is the Moon God a man or a woman this time?"
He asked with some anticipation.
Men all hope that the Moon Goddess in this world is a woman, and women all hope that the Moon Goddess is a man.
Because He is the God of Beauty, no matter whether He is a man or a woman, He must be so beautiful that people cannot take their eyes off Him.
Witch Doctor: "It should be a man..."
It wasn't his guess, but he had good eyesight and he didn't think the figure in the light could be a woman.
The manager felt a little regretful, but it was only a little bit and it was not noticeable at all.
Just as they were hesitating whether to move forward with the slaves.
Sudden--!
The light passed through them!
The white light shone towards them from the other side, and they also saw a hand in the light.
The hand looked extremely pale in the light, yet strong and thin, with its index finger pointing in their direction.
And what followed was the gaze of hundreds of slaves.
They numbly followed the hand's movements, and when the hand was raised and tapped in the air, the slaves seemed to realize something.
"Run!" the witch doctor suddenly said.
The steward asked in confusion: "Ah?"
Before the steward could say another word, the witch doctor suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him aside. The two of them tumbled together and fell into the pit next to them.
"Are you sick?!" The steward stood up, patting the dirt off his body and cursing, "You..."
Before he finished cursing, he heard footsteps.
The steward looked up stiffly, and then saw a scene he would never forget.
Those slaves, who usually moved slowly, numbly, like puppets, seemed to be controlled by something. They huddled together, as if they had turned into some huge monsters, and rushed towards the warehouse.
The steward looked to the other side—his predecessors were all there.
But no one dared to stop the slaves.
No one dared to stop it.
Everyone could see that if they went over to stop them, they would not end up well.
Although the slaves would not have a good end after rushing into the warehouse and being discovered by the lord, they would not die at all.
The witch doctor murmured, "The Moon God is asking them to get food."
The steward pursed his lips and said, "That is the Lord's food. The Moon God can enjoy it, but the slaves cannot!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly gained strength and thought he had grasped the truth of the world: "Lord Moon God must have regarded them as free people! I have to go and tell him that he is wrong. We are the free people, and those people are just lowly slaves!"
After saying this, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly climbed up the slope and ran towards the direction of "Moon Goddess".
Unfortunately, the light source changed, and the "person" standing in the light seemed to disappear.
The steward stood on the empty grassland, looking around in confusion.
"They broke into the warehouse!" The managers were not without anxiety. They were at a loss, but still didn't know what to do.
To worship God or to manage slaves?
If they don't worship God, what if God thinks they are not pious enough and punishes them? They don't want to work for a thousand years!
But after worshiping God, these slaves ate, robbed and wasted the food in the warehouse. How can they explain to the lord?
The Lord will definitely make them slaves too!
The consequences of not getting either thing done seemed very serious, so the managers could only stand there and no one was willing to take the lead and make a decision.
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This was the first time that Ira had seen so much food. He was born a slave and heard that his father was a lord - this was what his crazy, deceased mother told him. His mother thought she had let him down.
If she was a commoner girl, her child would be the lord's illegitimate child no matter what. Even if he could not inherit the title and property, at least he would be sent to school or have a job.
And because she was a slave, Ira could only be a slave.
As far as he could remember, he seemed to have been working all the time. When he was young, he had to clean the lord's house. When he was a little older, he went into the boiler room. Because of all the dust, his body soon deteriorated.
After discovering that he couldn't do much work, the managers picked him to come here to open up wasteland.
They hoped that he could work more before he died, and die quickly without wasting food.
Maybe it was because they knew he was the lord's child, so even if they didn't treat him well and didn't give him any preferential treatment, at least they wouldn't beat or kill him.
But his "friends" were not as lucky as him.
Ira smelled the food in the warehouse, and his numb brain finally started to work slowly. Memories from many years ago appeared in his mind. When he was a child, his mother was often called away in the middle of the night.
Every time that happened, Ira would be very happy - because he knew that his mother would definitely bring him good things when she came back!
Sometimes it's a piece of candy, sometimes it's a piece of bread.
The happiest moment was when his mother brought him back a small bottle of honey.
Although he didn't remember what his mother looked like, he remembered that many people said that his mother had a beautiful face that could rival the Moon Goddess. It was because of this face that she had the opportunity to be valued by the lord.
Being favored by the lord seems to be a very honorable and great thing.
Ira didn't think any further and rushed to the wicker frame beside him, which was full of black bread.
Black bread contains bran, sand or pebbles. It has a rough texture and can become harder than stone if left for a long time.
But it doesn't spoil easily! It can be stored for a long time and is a staple food in many families.
Slaves like Ira had rarely eaten bread. Because he had a mother, Ira still had memories of bread, but for more people who were born slaves, bread was something that only existed in stories.
What they usually eat is paste, a tasteless paste that is not even thick enough.
Ira grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, then protected the rattan frame under his body. Even if the people who came in behind wanted to lift him up, he still held on to the rattan frame tightly.
The bread is his! It's all his! No one can take it from him! He won't give it to anyone!
The hard-to-bite black bread slowly became a little softer in his mouth because of his saliva. He took advantage of the softness to nibble on it slowly and then continued to hold it in his mouth.
But after all, he was outnumbered and was soon defeated.
The slaves had a riot in the warehouse.
After discovering that there was enough food and everyone could eat their fill, the slaves finally stopped fighting and pushing each other. They sat on the ground, and some even went to the puddle nearby to fetch water to drink.
The only water the slaves could drink was from the puddles.
If it hasn't rained and the water on the surface hasn't been muddied, it's still drinkable.
If it has been muddied, you can only drink muddy water.
But the slaves were used to it and didn't mind drinking the muddy water.
"Do you want to eat more?" The older slave girl touched Ira's head and handed the bread in her hand to Ira.
Ira quickly stuffed it into her arms—even if he couldn't eat it, he had to stay in her arms.
The slaves were just about to take a break when someone shouted, "Lord Moon is still outside!"
The slaves started to stir: "Go and bring the Lord God in!"
"How could we forget about Lord Moon God!"
They quickly stood up and rushed out of the warehouse again.
Ye Zhou, whose body was already stiff, could only stand back in front of the lamp - he really felt a little tired, but he couldn't give up halfway.
When the slaves ran to him and knelt down at his feet naturally, Ye Zhou did not feel that he was superior to the slaves.
He only felt sadness.
But I can't tell where this sad feeling comes from.
Zou Ming slowly dimmed the light of the high-intensity flashlight.
Ye Zhou's figure finally became clear in the eyes of the slaves.
The dimmed light enveloped Ye Zhou's entire body, as if giving him a layer of white edges. The slaves did not dare to look up at his face, but even if they only looked at his figure, they could imagine the appearance of the Moon Goddess in their minds.
He must have a perfect body, but shouldn't be too strong. He should be a beautiful boy or a young man, but definitely not a strong man.
He should be handsome. Even if he is androgynous, he will definitely not have a square face and thick eyebrows.
Ye Zhou said softly: "I heard someone calling me, so I came."
The slaves knelt on the ground and trembled, no one knew whether it was because of fear or excitement, but no one made a sound and no one interrupted Ye Zhou.
Ye Zhou: "I saw what happened to you."
"I saw you being driven like cattle and horses, beaten, and insulted."
“They are clearly human beings, but they cannot enjoy the freedom and dignity that belongs to human beings.”
Ye Zhou sighed softly.
After the slaves sighed, they let out mournful howls - they could not shed tears and could only howl dryly, using their remaining strength to vent through sound.
Ira's forehead was pressed against the ground, his whole body was trembling, and if he could cry, he would have been in tears at this moment.
God's voice was no different than he had imagined it to be, mysterious, gentle, and loving.
It was as if He were their natural father, or natural mother.
He originally thought that in God's eyes, slaves were not considered human beings.
After all, in all the stories, the gods never freed slaves.
God saved kings and nobles, and as for the slaves, they were just the background of death in the story, and were mentioned in one or two light sentences.
Ye Zhou couldn't tell who was who. He could only see heads and curled up bodies.
Ye Zhou raised his head and looked at the managers hiding behind the trees.
The stewards were caught off guard and looked at Ye Zhou. They were so scared that they fell out from behind the tree, and trembled and knelt on the ground, saying incoherently: "God, God!"
Ye Zhou walked towards them.
The stewards were frightened and turned pale - they were not fools! The god was so kind and loving to the slaves, maybe he would vent his anger for them. Even if the Moon God was a kind god, he still had a temper! Otherwise, how could someone be punished by him for thousands of years?
They don't want to be the next unlucky person in the millennium.
"Lord Moon Goddess..." The blond steward found that the Moon Goddess was looking at him, but he didn't dare to look up, didn't dare to look into the Moon Goddess's eyes.
A strange desire suddenly surged in his heart.
Maybe the Moon Goddess took a liking to him and wanted to take him to heaven to serve him in the Moon Goddess' palace.
This thought captured his entire mind in an instant, and the steward whispered: "Lord Moon God, I am your most devout believer. I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you, including my life!"
After he finished speaking, he heard no response, so he looked up cautiously, but was caught off guard and fell into the abyss.
What a pair of eyes these are.
It was so dark that it seemed as if there was no light in the world.
Like a black gem, but much deeper.
The steward held his breath involuntarily. He could only see these two eyes and could not see the "Moon Goddess" at all.
Ye Zhou also looked at the steward and asked softly, "Why can you treat slaves as non-human beings so naturally?"
This is the question Ye Zhou really wants to ask.
People all have empathy and will sympathize with their own kind. Even if they are from different classes, at least they have the same body and the same facial features. How can they be so complacent?
Ye Zhou continued to ask: "Don't you think they are the same as you, no different?"
The steward was a little surprised, probably because Ye Zhou was not strict or cruel. The steward whispered, "Sir, slaves are people that gods hate. You may regard them as human beings, but in the eyes of other gods, they are not human beings, but insects living on the earth."
Ye Zhou: "Which god? Which god rejected them?"
The stewards were all a little confused - the story didn't really make it clear which god it was, and they only knew that people who were not loved by God were slaves, because they were despicable, vulgar and disgusting, so they were not worthy of being human beings, but only slaves.
Ye Zhou: "Didn't you make this up yourself?"
"Under the banner of God, they enslave their own people."
Ye Zhou retracted his gaze, stood up straight, and said softly: "I will come again tomorrow."
The stewards all looked up, but the blinding light was faster than them, and they were all blinded instantly.
Ye Zhou took advantage of the time when they were "blind" and ran past them.
——Fortunately, the angle was good, otherwise even if he didn’t let the steward see his heroic running, the slaves would have seen it.
However, slaves are easier to deceive than stewards. Even if they see it, they might think it is the Moon Goddess's unique way of walking.
After experiencing the plane where Cao'er and the others were, Ye Zhou understood a lot of things - it's not the lower class people, but the poor people who are stupid and easy to be deceived.
It’s because they have nothing to lose, and to them, the consequences of being cheated and not being cheated are actually the same.
If you die, you can be liberated.
If you don't die and have the chance to fill your stomach, you will be happy.
Only when one is at the end of his rope will he dare to give it a try.
Therefore, most of the people who get cheated are poor people. Even if rich people get cheated, they won’t be seriously hurt. They may even laugh it off and think that their life experience has been enriched a lot.
"Lord Moon God is gone..." the blond steward muttered. He grabbed the senior beside him and said, "What should we do now?!"
"What? What can we do?"
"What about the warehouse? What about all these slaves? Oh my God!"
"Will the Lord come tomorrow? We should go and tell the Lord about this now."
"Is Hill dead?"
"It seems he's still alive. The boy is looking at him."
"I say..." The witch doctor walked out from the side. After thinking it over again and again, he decided not to leave.
It seems that the Moon God will stay here, and as a witch doctor, he is the person closest to the God.
He can turn himself into the messenger of the Moon God!
"I came here this time to explore the way to the Moon God Continent!" The witch doctor raised his chin, pretending to be extremely noble, and glanced at the stewards out of the corner of his eye, "Lord Moon God thinks that you are too harsh and cruel to the slaves. Lord Moon God liberates the slaves, saves them, and turns them into free people like you!"
The stewards were not shocked. After all, Lady Moon God seemed to have really meant this just now.
The witch doctor continued, "To show our piety, we must do whatever the Moon God wants us to do."
The stewards blinked, wondering what Lady Moon Goddess wanted.
The witch doctor knew he had succeeded.
He blinked and said mysteriously: "Lord Moon God wants this land!"
In fact, he didn't know what the Moon God wanted, but his intuition told him that the only valuable thing here was the land.
God is not likely to take cheap goods.
They want enjoyment, fine wine, beautiful women, and all kinds of jewels.
I will never want slaves.
The witch doctor believed that the Moon God paid attention to the slaves only because he needed an "excuse" to get angry.
A reason to drive people away.
The god needed a piece of land to build his palace.
——A priest is definitely needed.
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