[Chapter Five Hundred and Sixteenth on the White Water River]
[Chapter 516 On the Baishui River]
The desert is vast.
Fengziyue was meandering along, and it had already been light for most of the day.
The blood-red sunset, which has been hanging on the horizon, still hasn't set yet - it doesn't look like it's about to set the night sky either.
"Strange, it should have been dark long ago..."
Bisi was also very confused. Her soul was placed in the Sword Mother and she had not experienced this special climate, but she still felt uneasy.
Feng Ziyue was even more touched.
This round of red sun has never set, so that's it. The climate is dry, without a trace of moisture. There is a burning and chilling aura in the air, just like the aura of burning gunpowder.
He walked all the way south. Even though he had now broken through the Void Realm and was immune to external evil, he still felt that the air was dull and the pressure was heavy. It was very different from the environment he usually found.
The art of bridging the sky and the earth is really magical and extraordinary. Although it is just a white light, it has spanned an unknown distance and reached the vast desert of nowhere.
I walked for most of the day but saw no results.
Fortunately, his martial arts has reached an advanced level and he does not need to drink or drink. He is not running at full speed and does not consume too much strength. However, until now, there is still no clue, which is worrying.
"I'm afraid this place is different from Dongming Continent, so it's not surprising."
Feng Ziyue looked at the setting sun and shook his head calmly.
"Then there's no reason why the sun never sets..."
Bisi pouted, "But this place would be good if we could extract the power of the sun to refine swords..."
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. There is always a difference between day and night. Using the power of the sun to forge famous swords has to be interrupted from time to time. If the sun never sets in the west, it would be a good place.
Feng Ziyue raised his eyes and looked around, only to see that after walking for so long, it was still a vast place. Except for the occasional white bones scattered on the cracked ground, the scenery had almost no changes.
At most, the vegetation in the shadows is a little denser.
"Then what should we do now? Go ahead and take a look?"
Seeing Feng Ziyue stand still, Bi Si asked, but she saw Feng Ziyue wave his hand and close his eyes, as if he sensed something.
"There is a sound of running water!"
Feng Ziyue suddenly opened his eyes and flew up. Looking far into the distance, he saw only a white line starting from nowhere, cutting through the red ground and forming a slow river.
"Tsk, tsk, it's not easy to find a river in a place like this!"
Bisi shook her head, almost in disbelief. Feng Ziyue nodded and hurried forward.
The most crucial discovery is not only the slow river, but most importantly, there are still people living on the river!
If someone exists, there are clues.
Feng Ziyue was delighted and naturally rushed towards it happily.
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On the Baishui River are mountains of rafts.
This is wood shipped from thousands of miles away.
Chifa looked at the majestic stacked wooden rafts, and could vaguely see the dark red remaining on the top of the thick logs. His heart couldn't help but tighten, and a look of sadness appeared on his face.
Of course, this sorrow can only last for a moment.
If he was discovered by a mounted supervisor, he would be whipped.
Even if the dark red color is his father's blood, it's still the same.
The red-haired man is fifteen years old this year. For a young man from a poor family in this red earth continent, fifteen is already the age to stand alone. He has his upper body exposed, revealing lean and strong muscles. Due to the scorching sun, his
The skin turned bronze, rough and tight.
This differentiates him from the middle-aged people around him and makes people notice that he is still just a child after all.
Baishui River, a vast river, stretches for thousands of miles.
From his hometown, it leads all the way to the Holy Land.
This boundless giant tree is exactly the material prepared for the construction of the holy land.
I don’t know how many years have passed since the construction of the Holy Land Tower, and I don’t know how much wood has been continuously transported there.
Chifa just knew that his father died on the way to transporting timber, and so did his grandfather. Counting further back, generations of ancestors were related to the Baishui River and the boundless rafts.
And the giant tower that reaches the sky has not yet been built.
He didn't know why the adults in the Holy Land continued to build giant towers, and he didn't know why the people in his hometown cut down giant trees day after day and transported them thousands of miles to serve the construction of this Holy Land.
——This question, let alone stating it verbally, is a sin even if you think about it.
The supervisor's sword is always placed between everyone's necks. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy.
Maybe it has been like this since our ancestors.
"Chifa, don't be sad...this is fate..."
A strong man next to him sighed, patted the red-haired man on the shoulder, and looked gloomy.
"Uncle Zhou, I know, you don't have to worry. Although my father is dead, I still have my mother and sister at home. I won't be confused..."
The red-haired man sighed, although his eyes almost burst out with fire, but he still endured it in the end.
His father, just a few days ago, was smashed to pieces by the giant tree while adjusting the steering direction of the giant tree. Even the bones could not be found.
——What's more, the supervisor will not give them time to search for the bones.
If a worker dies, why would the supervisor care?
There was no telling how many people had died on this white water river. They were all buried in the wilderness, without even leaving their graves.
This is already a habit.
As long as the transportation of this giant tree is still there, and as long as time is still so tight, death is inevitable.
"That's good," Uncle Zhou sighed, "This is your first time running down the Baishui River, so you have to be careful. Don't look at these pieces of wood that don't move. They can kill people without blinking an eye."
The rafts were piled up like a mountain. When hit, they would have a force of tens of thousands of kilograms. If they were allowed to slowly flow down the river, that would be fine.
However, this Baishui River twists and turns thousands of times, and there must be a turning point every once in a while. It depends on the transport workers like them to pull and turn the raft. This is also the most dangerous time.
It is easy for someone to lose their life in vain at this time.
Snapped!
Snap!
There was another fierce sound of whipping in the distance. It must have been someone who had traveled a long distance and couldn't walk anymore, so he was whipped by the prisoner.
"Sir, please be kind! My grandpa is really ill. I will carry him on my back and carry him on my back!"
Along with the sound of the whip, there was also a boy crying and screaming.
Chifa and Uncle Zhou exchanged a look, with helpless and painful expressions on their faces.
Things like this happen every day.
It was an old man with gray hair. He was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing hard and turning blue. It seemed that he was really ill. Next to him was a young man who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, kneeling in the prison.
In front of the deceased, he begged bitterly.
"sick?"
Riding on a horse, the burly prisoner showed a cruel smile on his face. He put down the black whip in his hand, slowly rode his horse, walked up to the grandfather and grandson, and slightly lowered his proud head.
"Yeah, my grandpa is sick, I will...I will take care of him..."
The young man explained in a panic.
"oh?"
The supervisor said with a smile, lowered his head and looked at the old man's appearance.
Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light.
Crack!
There was only a slight crisp sound, and a rain of blood poured out of the sky!
The prisoner was seen grinning ferociously, and at some point, he picked up a bright and bloody blade in his hand.
"Since you are sick, then go die!"
"Whoever dares to delay the trip will die!"
His cruel voice shook all directions.
The boy turned pale in an instant, collapsed to the ground, hugged his grandfather's decapitated body, and couldn't even cry out.
The crowd gathered around and said nothing.
It's not that I don't get angry, but I don't dare.
Dare to be angry but dare not speak, and no one dares to offend the prisoner holding a sword.
It took a long time before the boy's cry could be heard, but the prisoner had already walked away.
The red-haired man closed his eyes in pain.
In front of these adults, the lives of people in my hometown have always been like ants. If you wave your hand and say behead, you will be beheaded. There is no need to talk about human kindness.
It was probably the first time for this young man to walk along the Baishui River, and there was no elder around him to give him any advice, so he made such a mistake.
——However, if the old man can't walk, he will be discovered by the prisoner sooner or later. He still has a long way to go to the Holy Land, and he will not be able to escape death after all.
"Red hair..."
Uncle Zhou held his hand, looking slightly frightened, and shook his head, telling him not to act rashly.
The red-haired man bit his lower lip and looked pale.
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"Why, why do we have to suffer like this? Why can those adults take our lives at will?"
During the break while stationed, when some young men were drunk with home-brewed spirits, such roars would often be heard in the camp.
The supervisor's camp is not in one place, so venting like this will not lead to death.
"Yes! Why?"
The red-haired man still bit his lip. He didn't drink, he just squatted in the middle of the camp and stared blankly at the campfire.
Generations of ancestors have sacrificed their lives for the Holy Land, but the adults in the Holy Land have become more and more demanding. In the past, one million square meters of giant trees were not enough every year. Now, the rafts are almost three million square meters.
Going back and forth once a year would almost take away the lives of many middle-aged people in the village.
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer strong men in the village. In the past few years, some girls have even taken over from their fathers and brothers and embarked on the road to transport wood along the Baishui River.
If this continues, I'm afraid it won't work anymore.
There are fewer and fewer people in the village. This is what my father told himself. If he does not get rid of the blood-sucking holy land, the village will never turn around.
The red-haired man sat by the fire, meditating quietly and mumbling to himself.
At this moment, a big hand put on his shoulder, "Boy! You can't figure this out. If you want to survive, just inherit your father's legacy and work with us!"
The red-haired man was startled and turned around, only to see an unknown middle-aged man with a face filled with ardent expectations.
"Your father originally planned to kill these supervisors during this transportation. He had already planned it!"