Chapter 962

The light rain was falling, and there was a team of people walking forward on the official road.

The people in front and behind rode horses. There were several huge cages in the middle, guarded by people with knives on both sides.

The guards wear hats and coir raincoats to shelter from the rain, and the slaves in the cage are not so lucky.

It was a little cold near autumn, not to mention the cold rain. The slaves shivered all over, their messy hair and white lips.

The horses and carriages moved forward slowly. About half an hour later, they stopped in front of the post station.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you want a tip or a hotel?" the waiter came out to meet and looked at the group.

The leading bodyguard looked ferocious, looked hard and said, "look again and dig your eyes."

"Don't scare me, sir."

The waiter shook his body and said with a pale face: "there is more mud ten miles ahead. Now it's raining so heavily, mountains and rocks may collapse. Do you want to stay for one night?"

The guard leader took a ingot of silver from his arms and threw it.

"Prepare several upper rooms."

The waiter happily took the silver, glanced at the cage behind him and said, "master... These..."

The head guard said, "you lead them to the back."

There are places for carriages and horse sheds in the post station. The waiter asked the horse keeper to drive the carriage in with the bodyguard.

There are three tall cages. There are more than a dozen slaves in each cage. They are crowded together in twos and threes.

The guards went to the lobby to drink and eat meat. The cold cages were placed in the desolate yard and left unattended.

A ragged man bowed to two small looking slaves.

"What do you want?" the thin slave protected the pale boy in his arms.

"Get out of here!" the tall man slapped the little boy's head aside. He pulled out the unconscious boy and put his big hand towards the boy's collar.

Suddenly——

A pale, thin hand caught his hand.

The tall man was slightly stunned and suddenly looked at a pair of dark eyes, which made his heart jump.

"What do you want?" the boy's face was dirty, but his dark eyes shone at night. He grabbed the tall man's hand, but he felt that his hand was going to be broken.

"Damn it, let go of my hand -" the tall man scolded a dirty word and said fiercely, "you sick ghost can't live for a few days. You might as well give me your clothes..."

"Click!" the crisp sound of broken bones sounded.

The sound of broken bones in the dark cage sounds creepy.

The young man sat up and smiled kindly, "the people who call me Lao Tze are dead in front of me. Do you want to die?"

The tall man screamed with pain and pale face. Listening to the boy's words, he had a little fear in his heart.

The slaves in the cage kept a wait-and-see state and shrank together with some fear. No one thought that the injured and dying teenager would suddenly break the tall man's wrist.

"Big brother, you finally wake up." a thin boy ran into the boy's arms.

The boy coughed, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and pushed the boy away with one hand.

"If you hit the point again, I'll die."

The little boy looked at him with a sob.

The boy glanced at the cage with sinister eyes, grabbed his right hand with his left hand, and connected the bones neatly.

The slave looked at the boy's expressionless bone, and there were bursts of cold behind him.