Chapter 210 The Marshal's wife has done a lot to save the slave
In Nan Xiaoxiao's room, looking at the room full of treasures, she took out her Qiankun bag and put all the treasures into it one by one.
Her Qiankun bag is a treasure from the grandmother of the Xuanmen Patriarch, and it contains infinite space.
After packing all the treasures, she changed her clothes before going downstairs.
Seeing those 'slaves', she chose a gray and white Tibetan robe.
Such a dull color shows off her elegant beauty that cannot be ignored.
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After getting in the car, Lord Rong asked, "Those Rakshasa witches are still here. Will we be discovered if we try to rescue the 'slave' now?"
Nan Qiqi shook her head. "No, we'll go to the mines a little further away and treat the sick 'slaves' there. No Rakshasa witch will notice us."
After driving for about a hundred kilometers, we arrived at Yulong Mountain in Azangbu.
Yulong Mountain is one of the three major mines in the Azang tribe. The "slaves" working here have iron chains tied to their bodies and bend over while working hard to mine and dig coal.
The 'slaves' were all busy, and when Nan Xiaoxiao and the others got off the car, none of the 'slaves' even raised their eyes to look at them.
They seemed to have no souls, which showed how long they had been oppressed.
"There's no one guarding this place?" Prince Rong looked around.
Nan Xiaoxiao stared at the chains on the 'slaves' and said, "They have so many chains on them that they can't escape, so there's no need to watch them.
You can see that they all have wounds of varying sizes, both new and old. Some look like they were cut by coal, and some look like they were beaten with sticks. Those wounds have all ulcerated.
I help them with medical treatment, and they need a lot of Chinese medicine."
Grandfather Rong Beile said, "That's not a problem. I have three Chinese medicine shops on Barkhor Street in Azangbu. I can buy as many as you want."
Nan Xiaoxiao nodded and turned to the 'slave'.
Lord Rong Beile and his men followed him over.
When the 'slaves' saw them approaching, they tried their best to escape, with panic in their eyes.
Nan Xiaoxiao turned and looked at Lord Rong, "Don't move for now, I'll talk to them."
Lord Rong immediately ordered his men to stop.
Nan Xiaoxiao had a gentle and kind smile on her face as she looked at those 'slaves' and communicated with them using sign language.
Lord Rong looked at Nan's slender white hands dancing in the air, and every movement was gentle.
After watching this scene, the expressions of those 'slaves' gradually calmed down, and their eyes were red.
Many of Lord Rong Beile's men knew Tibetan, but none knew the Azang sign language.
"What are you talking to them about?" Rong Qianming couldn't help but speak out of curiosity.
Nan Xiaoxiao turned around, her smile gentle and harmless, without a trace of scheming. "I'm telling them not to be afraid. You are the god who will save them. You will defeat Gaza and give them land for free, so that they will never be oppressed again.
You asked me to rescue them."
"You actually know Azabu sign language?"
"I know a lot more."
After Nan Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she turned around and continued to use sign language to those 'slaves'.
Then, those 'slaves' slowly approached Nan Xiaoxiao.
Nan Xiaoxiao became serious and examined every 'slave' carefully. They had too many new and old injuries, as well as sudden illnesses caused by long-term fatigue.
Some of the children looked only eight or nine years old, skinny and covered with new and old injuries. It was really heartbreaking to see them.
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