Chapter 379 Slave Owner

Shishou knew that he might not be able to hold on, and his heroism had to stop here. It seems that all this is real, not a dream or fantasy, because the feeling of dying is absolutely true.

The only regret of Shishou is that even if he really fought for this life, he failed to really help Wu Song in the end. Wu Song is a good person. This person seems to be five or three, but in fact he is also very careful, but he has been living in his own ideals. The defender of the justice he wants, but he has not noticed that the world around him has long changed, and what he defends has long disappeared. When Shishou came to Xi, he heard that some places had begun to study how to fight with gunpowder. He would play a fireball to attack the enemy like a firecracker. In that case, no matter how high his martial arts skills are, it is useless. A good skill like Wu Song will only become the laughingstock of the times.

In a trance, the stone hand suddenly thought that if this kind of firearm is invented, can even a coward kill a hero? Times have really changed, and the laws have changed. Maybe it is because of this that we are going to die. Shishou lay on the sand and looked at the sky with no clouds at all. The sun made him unable to open his eyes.

At this time, he suddenly felt as if he smelled water in his nose, which made him feel funny. Even if a bowl of water was placed next to him, it was impossible for his nose to smell any water. This must be a hallucination when it is on the verge of death. It seems that the desert is really cruel. It doesn't want a lonely traveler to lie down and die quietly. It must want to exhaust the dead with hallucinations and then let the dead die in despair for the second time.

Shishou lay motionless on the ground. He didn't want to play the treachery in the desert and used the last time of his life to perform a big comedy. He lay stubbornly on the ground, moving his limbs slightly. He wanted to bury himself with this action, so that he could avoid the corpse wilderness. He buried those bones, but now no one could come to die for him, which made the stone hand feel some unbalanced.

The smell of water became stronger and stronger, and the stone hand seemed to feel a waterfall flowing beside him. Several times he couldn't stand the loneliness and looked over there, but even the mirage he had heard of did not appear. The desert was still a piece of yellow sand without half a drop of water.

The smell of water made the stone hand unable to close his eyes and destroyed the idea that the stone hand wanted to sleep in his sleep. He was angry and cursed the desert with countless bones. The desert not only took the life of the traveler, but also the whole will of the traveler to play with them as much as possible before he died.

In the end, he got up, although his limbs were shaking and his head became blurred because of thirst. Perhaps it was because of this that his instinct made him stand up succumbly, and then he began to run like a beast.

Shishou himself has long lost his strength. What he feels is a different force in his body, as if this body has another master, but he has no energy to think for a long time. He can only succumb and pay attention to some surrounding situations as much as possible.

I don't know how long such a wild run lasted. Shishou just watched the scenery in front of him slowly darken, and the sunlight was replaced by starlight. He felt that he was running and roared loudly. This sound made Shishou suddenly return to the scene before Wu Song came to Yanggu. At that time Hou, as long as it is at night, you can often hear such a long roar in the county. Listen to others say that it is a tiger with white eyes, which has killed many passers-by on Jingyanggang not far away... Shishou finally couldn't control his consciousness and slowly fainted.

When he woke up, he really felt the wetness of his lips. It was really the smell of clear water. This time, even if his tongue tasted it, his nose couldn't smell it. What a strange feeling. Shishou closed his eyes and thought about everything before, and felt more and more unreal. It must have been a dream. Then, he opened his eyes. Eye.

If it was a small town that I visited last time, this time, I couldn't even call the village in front of me. There were only four or five houses in this place. The stone hands looked around and surrounded four or five children. It was one of the children who fed him water. He was a little boy with a crock in his hand and was careful. Pouring water into the stone hand and watching the stone hand open his eyes, this action stopped, put the tile pot aside, and then turned away. The rest of the children were still surrounded by the stone hand.

"Did you save me? Who are you?" When the stone hand spoke, he still did not forget to touch the stone behind him. Fortunately, no matter how fierce the dream was, he did not let the stone disappear, which means that he could continue to fulfill his mission.

The children answered a string of languages that stone hands couldn't understand. Sure enough, the more they went west, the fewer people spoke the Central Plains. Shishou shook his head and struggled to get up. His petrified right hand firmly grabbed the ground, but there was no change on the ground. It seemed that this was hard soil that did not belong to the desert, even if it was only a small piece.

While Shishou was standing there and feeling embarrassed, an adult came over. He was very tall, similar to Wu Song, and stood among the group of short children, which made him stand out from the crowd.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Shishou spoke first, and he pinned his hopes on it.

"Yes." What the adult said was very blunt, and the stone hand could only barely distinguish his words, but this was enough for the stone hand to be happy. But you have to speak slowly. The adult added a condition in the back.

"Did you save me? I want to know your name." Shishou should know the name of the life-saving benefactor anyway. Even if he can't imagine it for the rest of his life, he will at least pray for blessings every New Year's Day.

"Yes, I saved you, and you fainted there at that time." The man pointed to the open space not far away. When I found you, it seemed that you hadn't drunk water for a long time. You are really a great person. You can struggle to come here under such circumstances. You must be a miracle created by God. As for my name, just call me Mandes.

The stone hand looked at the open space that Mandes pointed to, which was a little different from what he thought. He thought it was Mandes who picked him up in the desert, but he didn't expect that he had struggled to climb to the door of Mandes' house in a panic. It seemed that the smell of water in his nose before he fainted might be real. However, even so, Mandes is still the lifesaver of the stone hand, and this kindness will not be changed by anything else.

Shishou tied up his clothes, knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed his head to Mandes. The benefactor is worshipped by me. I know you are not from the Central Plains. Maybe the etiquette is different, but please let me thank you in this way.

"Get up quickly." Mandes's Chinese is abnormally stiff, which is obviously not always said. This is all God's will. If you want to thank God, thank God. I dare not accept gratitude on God's behalf. Mandes's voice was stiff and frightened. After Chinese, he received a string of words that the stone hand could not understand, which sounded like a scripture or some kind of prayer.

Seeing this, Shishou stood up in order not to let Mandes continue to be embarrassed. Mandes was also bold, so he gave up his stone hands into the house and asked the children to bring some food and water. Shishou was indeed hungry and thirsty. He gave up a few words modestly and swallowed it. Mandes's food taste has been very different from that of the Central Plains. Shishou is not used to it, but when he is hungry, even the chaw is too sweet and full of honey.

Mandes is very hospitable. Although he doesn't talk much, he keeps asking the children to add food to the stone hand without being stingy, which makes the stone hand even more grateful. After eating for a long time, Shishou had a loud hiccup, patted his stomach, and finally was full.

At this time, the food was removed, and there was still water on the table.

" distinguished guests, I actually have wine here, but it's dangerous to drink those things in the desert." Mandes said bluntly.

"You can call me Shishou." Shi's hand shook his petrified right hand. I know what you said. Clear water is already the most precious thing.

"It's really God's creation." Mandes sighed, "Your name is Shishou. It's really appropriate." Mandes waved his hands exaggeratedly.

"What did you do in the desert? Is it possible that you settled here?" Shishou was very curious about this question. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he asked Mandes while drinking water.

"Oh, no, noble stone hands, I'm a slave trader to sell these children to the Central Plains." Mandes said in a very ordinary tone.

"slave?" Shishou showed an exaggerated expression. In the Central Plains, slaves no longer exist. Although the servants have signed a deed of sale, they can be redeemed. The stone hand knows that all the slaves belong to the master, and there is no possibility of violating the law.

"Don't be surprised, noble stone hands. Slaves are very normal in us. Look, these children, without me, they will die. I fed them and trained them. Most of them have become strong warriors. As long as they are given a few more years to grow up, they It will become an invincible sword. I gave them the possibility to survive. Everything they have is mine. I exchange them for money, and they will also get a better life. In the Central Plains, maybe they can make contributions with the weapons in their hands. Even if they die in battle, what they get is much better than on the other side of the desert. Mandes said these words very slowly, but the stone hand did not interrupt him, but listened patiently.