Blue, Red and White Dark Abyss Cauldron

After finally waiting until dark, the gong sounded again. After about half an hour, the slaves returned to the slave house. They were exhausted, and several of them had blood marks on their faces and hands, which seemed to be from being whipped by the supervisor.

Lu Quangao brought him another bowl of leftovers, then looked at the wound on his back and took out some medicine powder to replace it. Suddenly he stopped and said, "Whether to change the medicine or not is up to you. Your wound will heal in seven or eight days, and then you will have to go out to work, and that will be a real hard life."

Chu Xiaomu was stunned and said, "Of course I have to change. Lying here every day makes me feel suffocated..."

Xuanying sat in a corner, still with his eyes slightly closed and not saying a word. No one knew what he was thinking.

Four days passed by and a layer of black scab had formed on the wound on Chu Xiaomu's back. Although it was no longer painful, it was extremely itchy and uncomfortable. He knew that this was a sign of the wound growing flesh and healing, so he was very happy.

The sound of the gong would be heard around the beginning of the morning at Mao time and the end of the evening at You time every day. Chu Xiaomu would feel frightened when he first heard it, but gradually he got used to it.

In the past few days, he gradually got to know the slaves in the same dormitory. In addition to Xuanying and Lu Quangao, there was a short bald man named Liu Zang, who was from Xihai City; a dark-skinned and bearded man named Luo Daxi, who was from Baijun City; a man with a big nose and a wide mouth named Gao Yijue, who was from Yancheng; a handsome young man of the same age named Yu Aqi, who had a high nose and handsome eyes, long arms and legs, and was from Anfeng City; and another man with a strange face, very high eyes, and protruding mouth, named Hai Wuqing, who spoke in a gibberish manner, and was actually a Shuiguo person, from the Pearl Island of the West Sea...

Everyone came from different places in the four countries, and it was hard to remember so many at once. However, most of them were from Cangmu Country. They said that people like Hai Wuqing from the Water Country, or other people from the Snow Country or the Red Sand Country, were extremely rare.

When he said he was from Baihua Island in the West Sea, everyone said they had never heard of it and didn't know there was such a place in the world. So they asked him about the exact location of Baihua Island.

Chu Xiaomu only said that it was thousands of miles away on the west side of the continent, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was because there was a vast ocean all around and it was impossible to tell clearly.

Everyone asked him how he got to the mainland Cangmu Country. Chu Xiaomu thought that he couldn't tell you about this, so he just perfunctorily said a few words to everyone.

Xuanying had heard Chu Xiaomu, Yang Dou and Huai Xiaomeng talk about the reason in the stone chamber in Xihai City, but he did not say anything.

Hai Wuqing shook his head and said that his appearance and accent didn't look like a Shui countryman, so how could he come from the vast West Sea? He must be making it up. Chu Xiaomu knew that his explanation was not clear, so he stopped explaining.

When everyone asked Xuanying, he still closed his eyes and ignored them, saying coldly: "It's none of your business."

Yu Aqi joked, "Brother Xuan has an extraordinary appearance and will achieve extraordinary things in the future. If he interacts with ordinary people like us too much, I'm afraid it will greatly damage his future."

Xuanying neither argued nor explained. He simply ignored everyone's teasing and curled up in bed to sleep early.

The next morning, the sound of gongs was heard, and the supervisor named Ma opened the slave house and woke up all the slaves as usual.

Without waiting for him to come over to check, Chu Xiaomu climbed up from the bed and lined up with the other slaves to leave the slave house.

A supervisor named Meng looked him over and said, "You are a very honest boy. You will suffer less in the future."

The north wind was howling outside, and the knife-like wind was drilling into the collar and cuffs of clothes, and the coldness penetrated into the internal organs.

Chu Xiaomu made a rough calculation and concluded that this time should be the end of winter, the coldest time of the year.

Looking around, he saw that the second slave house where he lived was located on the hillside of a large black rock mountain. There were dozens or even hundreds of slave houses along the hillside. Some of the slave houses were closely connected, while others were dozens of feet apart.

Under the scolding of the overseers, ragged and listless slaves came out of the slave houses one after another. Most of them had red, black or green stripes on their foreheads, but no one was seen wearing a yellow stripe.

Chu Xiaomu thought: "The one with the yellow stripe is a slave for the ore refinery. He should be somewhere at the foot of the mountain. If Adou and Xiaomeng are assigned as slaves for the ore refinery, it will be very troublesome to find them."

The slave team was followed by three or four supervisors, who waved four-foot-long whips and yelled at the slaves to move faster. If they saw someone walking slower, they would whip him. The slaves who were beaten did not dare to shout, but just walked a few steps faster to avoid being beaten again.

After walking for a while and turning a big corner, Chu Xiaomu couldn't help but shudder violently. It turned out that there were four tall wooden poles standing on the side of the road. On each of the poles was hung a corpse with tattered clothes and bloody flesh. They were obviously four killed slaves.

The four bodies were headless, their clothes were stripped off, their bodies were bloody and fleshy, and half-foot-long blood-red icicles were hanging from their wrists and ankles, exuding a bloody chill. Before being beheaded, the tendons at the wrists and ankles of the four people were cut, and they were subjected to inhuman torture.

Looking up a few feet, I saw a black object stuck on each of the four wooden poles, with hair and beard fluttering wildly in the wind. These were the heads of four corpses. The gray eyes of these four heads bulged out like stone balls, and their long, hard tongues hung from their lower jaws, looking extremely horrible.

There was originally nothing in Chu Xiaomu's stomach, but suddenly it surged up to his throat, and he lay on the side of the road and started vomiting.

The supervisor surnamed Ma sneered and said, "Just watch carefully. If you want to escape, these four will be your fate!"

Chu Xiaomu had never thought that several living people could die so cruelly, and his heart could not help but beat wildly. After turning a few more corners, he could no longer see the four bodies that were tortured to death, but the hideous appearance of the heads kept appearing in his mind, and it was not until a gust of cold wind blew that he slowly calmed down.

Slowly climbing halfway up the mountain, the view becomes wider.

All I could see were huge dark mountains everywhere, with sharp rocks all over the mountains, as if they had been cut by a knife or an axe. Occasionally, there grew some low trees among the rocks, which were also dark blue in color and looked strange, very different from the lush trees on Baihua Island.

These mountains are not steep, but they are extremely high, and the tops of the mountains are also dark and sharp. Chu Xiaomu thought that this mountain is called Jiaoshan, and it is black as if it has been burned by fire, which is worthy of the name.

There were several wooden watchtowers built on the mountain. Soldiers in bronze armor stood in the towers with bows in hand, staring closely at the group of slaves walking slowly on the mountain road. The vigilance was very strict.