After traveling through time, I stole all over the three realms

Yan Nanfei moved quickly and disappeared in a few breaths. Shen Mian didn't even know his level of cultivation, he just felt that it was unfathomable.

Shen Mian had heard a little about the temple that was mentioned in the conversation between the two just now.

It is the most respected force in the entire Xuanwu world and the link to the will of the gods in the upper realm.

It is said that the people in the temple are all compassionate and take it as their mission to save the world, and they are supported by countless believers.

Although he only knew a small part of it, Shen Mian could still feel the respect that the people of this continent had for it.

Yan Nanfei said that she would confront the Holy Temple. Could it be that there was some reason why the Temple had to find the Hongmeng Blood Lotus?

In any case, you have to be more careful when using the Burning Flame next time.

Shen Mian thought to himself and quickened his pace.

Pedestrians were hurrying around, many of them were dressed in strange clothes, and countless of them were wearing black cloaks. The black market was full of people who wanted to hide their identities, and it was rare to see someone like Shen Mian who could walk freely in conspicuous clothes.

As she walked and looked, she saw many rare little gadgets and bought a few, but she was not as excited as when she came.

I have already bought 'Fu Sheng', it was worth the trip.

Unconsciously, she walked to a sparsely populated alley with some debris piled up in the alley. From one end, she could vaguely see the bustling scene at the other end. It was a shortcut.

Unexpectedly, when she had walked halfway, a figure suddenly rushed out in front of her at a very fast speed. The path was already narrow, and even two people walking side by side were very crowded. Seeing that they were about to collide head-on, she quickly turned sideways and pressed against the wall.

The figure still hit her arm, causing her to stagger two steps, and then the figure fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

When she looked closely, she saw a dusty man. His tattered clothes were torn into many holes with hideous wounds on them, some of which were still bleeding. However, his face was only covered with dust and had no wounds at all.

He had a thin figure, but a pair of dark eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. Even with a quick glance, Shen Mian could see the unwillingness and struggle in his eyes.

The young man quickly hid behind a cardboard box nearby, using the messy items to conceal himself, while looking at Shen Mian with pleading eyes: "Miss, please save me."

His originally sharp eyes softened suddenly, and a few strands of hair hung in front of his eyes, making his handsome face look even more charming.

Before Shen Mian could say anything, footsteps were heard from the front, and several burly men appeared at the intersection ahead, looking straight into Shen Mian's eyes.

Seeing that it was a woman in gorgeous clothes, several people asked: "Excuse me, young lady, have you seen a man passing by this side? He is about seventeen years old, dressed in rags, and is a dead slave who escaped from here."

Dead slaves are slaves without any rights or humanity. They are usually people who have committed crimes and were punished, or who have been trafficked.

Unlike slaves in the house, the life and death of dead slaves were entirely controlled by their masters, and there was no law to protect them from arbitrary execution.

There are also princes and nobles who would choose beautiful slaves to satisfy their own perverted fetishes.

Shen Mian looked at them and asked: "Whose family are you from? How can even a dead slave escape?"

The man smiled and said, "That kid just arrived not long ago and he is disobedient, but he ran away twice and was caught each time. He has a slave brand on him, so I don't think he can run away anywhere. Please show me the way, young lady."

Shen Mian: "Oh? What kind of slave is he? He has a very stubborn temper. I would like to meet him."

The man's eyes lit up: "That slave's appearance is unique among us! If you are interested, you can wait until we catch him and take a good look at him!"

Shen Mian walked to the side and pulled up the frightened boy. His already thin face suddenly lost all color.

Shen Mian said: "You don't need to catch him. Look, he is not here."

The burly man was stunned for a moment, then bowed and said: "Thank you for your help, Miss. Please come with us to discuss with the manager. We can't make the decision on this deal."

Shen Mian nodded, but dodged the hand that came to catch the boy: "I have a crush on this guy, I don't like my things being touched by others."

"This……"

Shen Mian glanced at them and said, "You six are standing by and watching, are you afraid that he will run away?"

The young man showed a look of despair on his face, but he knew that he couldn't escape in front of so many people. He could only keep glancing at Shen Mian along the way, trying to see through her thoughts.

But he watched quietly all the way, and did not see Shen Mian say anything to him or do anything, so he just followed her silently.

Seeing the burly man beside him staring at him eagerly, he quietly moved closer to Shen Mian.

He saw that the girl was dressed gorgeously and had low-key and luxurious accessories. She was obviously the master of a wealthy family. Why would she buy him a dead slave?

If she wants a lover, she should have no shortage of talent given her financial resources.

Could it be that he met one of those nobles with special fetishes who bought dead slaves for reputation, tortured them and then disposed of them?

Dead slaves have no human rights, and most of them have been domesticated, so there is no need to worry about them doing anything that is detrimental to their masters.

When Shen Mian arrived at that place, he saw several rows of people who were neatly dressed, thin, and had numb expressions.

The manager understood the whole story and looked at the big customer with a smile: "We still have a lot of slaves here, I wonder if the lady is interested?"

Shen Mian looked around and saw that almost everyone had the same expression, looking forward numbly and expressionlessly. Even though the manager treated them as disposable commodities when introducing them, there was no fluctuation in their eyes.

"These are all well-trained slaves. They will absolutely obey their masters' orders and will not resist at all." The steward smiled and kicked the slave closest to him.

"Get down and bark like a dog."

When the slave received the order, he immediately knelt down and did as he was told, facing the direction of Shen Mian, which made Shen Mian feel uncomfortable.

"No, I want him."

The manager was a little hesitant: "He has not been tamed yet, so he might not be very obedient. Besides, he is still thinking about escaping. He has been caught three times..."

Shen Mian said without hesitation: "I want him. Name your price."

At this moment, a proud voice came: "Manager, where are the dead slaves I want?"

When the steward heard this, he hurried over to greet him.

A woman wearing a flowery satin skirt with gold-embroidered colorful butterflies walked in with an arrogant look on her face, surrounded by a group of maids and servants.

Just as Shen Mian thought she looked familiar, he heard the steward respectfully call out, "Greetings, Third Princess."

Shen Mian suddenly thought of the third princess - Fu Jingyao, Fu Chengling's sister.