[Chapter 506: On the White Water River]

The desert is vast.

Fengziyue walked in a roundabout way, and there was already a long time for most of the day.

The blood-red sunset that had been hanging on the horizon had not yet set—it didn't look like it was going to fall into the night.

"Strange, it's long overdue for dark......"

Beth was also very suspicious, her soul was in the Sword Mother, and she had not yet felt this special climate, but she was still uneasy.

Feng Ziyue felt a lot.

This round of red sun has never fallen, and that's it, and the climate is dry, there is no trace of moisture, and there is a hot and murderous atmosphere in the air, like the kind of breath that has been burned by fire.

He traveled all the way to the south, Rao is that he has now broken through the void realm, and external evil will not invade, but he also feels that the air is dull and the pressure is heavy, which is very different from the environment he is in on weekdays.

The technique of bridging heaven and earth is really miraculous, although it is only through a white light, I don't know how far I have crossed, to this vast desert where I don't know where.

I walked for most of the day, but I didn't see any results.

Fortunately, his martial arts have been perfected, he doesn't need water, he doesn't run with all his strength, and he doesn't consume too much strength, but until now, he is still wireless and anxious.

"I'm afraid that this place is different from the Dongming Continent, and it's not surprising. ”

Feng Ziyue looked at the sunset in the west and shook his head indifferently.

"There's no reason why the sun doesn't set......

Beth pursed her lips, "But this place, if you draw the power of the sun to refine the sword, it's not bad......"

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, there is always a day and night distinction, with the power of the sun, forging a famous sword, always interrupted from time to time, if the sun never sets in the west, it is 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 expanse, except for the occasional white "color" bones scattered on the dry and cracked ground, the scenery "color" had hardly changed.

At most, the grass and trees in the shade are a little denser.

"What then?

Seeing Feng Ziyue standing still, Bisi opened her mouth to ask, but saw Feng Ziyue waving her hand and closing her eyes, as if she had sensed something.

"There's the sound of running water!"

Feng Ziyue Huo Ran opened his eyes, flew up, and looked into the distance, only to see a white line, I don't know where to start, cut through the red ground, and formed a slow river.

"Tut, in this kind of place, there is actually a river, it's not easy!"

Beth shook her head, almost in disbelief, Feng Ziyue nodded and hurried forward.

The key discovery is not only the gentle river, but also the people!

If someone exists, there is a line.

Feng Ziyue was happy in his heart, and naturally he ran happily.

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On the Baishui River, there are wooden rafts that are like mountains.

This is timber brought in from thousands of miles away.

Red hair looked at the magnificent pile of wooden rows, and could vaguely see the dark red "color" remaining on the top of the thick log, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, and his face was "revealed" with a "color" of grief.

Of course, this mourning can only be for a moment.

If it is discovered by a prisoner on horseback, a whip is indispensable.

Even if the dark red 'color' was his father's blood, it was the same.

Red hair is fifteen years old this year, for a young man from a poor family in the red clay continent, fifteen years old has reached the age of being alone, he "exposed" his upper body, "exposed" his lean and strong muscles, due to the scorching sun, his skin has become bronzed, rough and tight.

This sets him apart from the middle-aged people around him, and makes people notice that he is still a child after all.

The Baishui River, the vast soup soup, stretches for thousands of miles.

From his hometown, 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 tower of the Holy Land, and I don't know how much wood has been transported to the past.

Red Hair just knew that his father died on the way to transport wood, and so did his grandfather, and further up, his ancestors and ancestors had a relationship with this white water river and this boundless wooden raft.

And the giant tower that reaches the sky has not been built until now.

He didn't know why the adults of the Holy Land continued to build the giant tower, and he didn't know why the people in his hometown had to cut down giant trees day after day and transport thousands of miles to serve the construction of this Holy Land.

- This question, let alone declare it, even if you think about it, it is a sin.

The sword of the prisoner is between the necks of everyone at any time, and whoever wants to resist will be killed.

Maybe it's been like this since our ancestors.

"Red hair, don't be sad...... It's all fate......"

A strong man beside him sighed and patted the red-haired shoulder, his face gloomy.

"Uncle Zhou, I know, you don't have to worry, although my father is dead, there is still a mother and sister at home, I won't be confused......"

Red Hair sighed, although his eyes almost erupted into fire, but he finally endured it.

His father, just a few days ago, was smashed to pieces by the giant tree that rushed down because he was adjusting the direction of the giant tree, and even the bones could not be found.

- Moreover, the prisoners will not give them time to find the bones.

It's just that if an ordinary worker dies, how can the prisoner care?

I don't know how many people have died on this river of white water, and they are all dead in the wilderness, and there are no graves left.

It's already a habit.

As long as the transportation of this giant tree is still alive, as long as the time is still so short, death is inevitable.

"That's good," Uncle Zhou sighed, "It's the first time you're running to the Baishui River, so be careful, don't look at these pieces of wood and don't move and kill people, but don't blink your eyes." ”

This wooden row is piled up like a mountain, and under a collision, there is a force of 10,000 catties, if it is slowly down the river, it will be enough.

However, this Baishui River, a hundred turns and thousands of times, every other section, there must be a turn, which depends on them to pull and turn the wooden raft, at this time, it is also a dangerous time.

It's easy for someone to lose their "life" in vain at this time.

Syllable!

Smack!

In the distance, there was the sound of a fierce leather whip, and it must have been someone who had traveled a long way and could not walk, so he was whipped by the prisoner.

My grandfather is really sick, I will carry him on my back, and I will carry him on my back!"

Along with the sound of the whip, there was the crying and screaming of a teenager.

Red hair and Uncle Zhou exchanged a look, their faces helpless and painful.

Something like this happens every day.

It was an old man with gray hair, who was half-kneeling on the ground, panting for breath, his face was blue, and he seemed to be very sick, and beside him was a boy of no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, kneeling in front of the prisoner, pleading bitterly.

"Sick?"

Riding a horse, the burly prisoner, with a cruel smile on his face, put down the black whip in his hand, slowly rode his horse, and walked to the grandfather and grandson, bowing his proud head slightly.

"Yes, my grandfather is sick, I will...... I will take care of his ......."

The boy explained in a panic.

"Oh?"

The prisoner smiled and looked down at the old man's appearance.

Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light.

Cha!

I only heard a slight crisp sound, a rain of blood, pouring out of the sky!

I saw that the prisoner smiled fiercely, and at some point in his hand, he lifted a sharp blade with snow and blood.

"Since you're sick, let's die!"

"Whoever dares to delay the trip will die!"

His cruel voice shook all directions.

The young man's face turned pale in an instant, he collapsed to the ground, hugged his grandfather's severed corpse, and couldn't even cry.

The crowd did not say a word.

It's not that I'm not angry, but I don't dare.

Dare to be angry but dare not speak, and no one dares to offend the prisoner who holds the sword.

After a long time, the young man's cry came out, and the prisoner had already left.

The red hair closed her eyes in pain.

In front of these adults, the "sex" life of the hometown people has always been like ants, waving their hands and saying that they are killed, that is, they are killed, where will they talk about what kind of human feelings.

This young man probably walked the Baishui River for the first time, and there was no elder around him to mention it, so he would make such a mistake.

- However, if the old man can't walk, he will be discovered by the prisoners sooner or later, and he will still be able to escape the end of death after all.

"Red-haired ......"

Uncle Zhou took his hand, his face was slightly frightened, and he shook his head, telling him not to act rashly.

The red hair bit her lower lip, and her face was pale.

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"Why, why do we have to suffer so much, why do those adults want our 'lives' at will?"

When some young men were drunk with home-brewed liquor, such roars were often heard in the camp.

The prisoner's camp is not in one place, so this kind of venting will not bring about death.

"yes! Why?"

Redhead still bit his lip, he didn't drink, just squatted in the middle of the camp, staring blankly at the campfire.

Ancestors have sacrificed their lives for the Holy Land, and then the adults in the Holy Land are more and more in need, the giant trees of millions of square meters every year in the past are still not enough, and the current wooden rafts are almost three million square meters, and once a year back, I almost don't know how many "life" lives of the middle-aged people in the village will be taken away.

Now there are fewer and fewer strong men in the village, and in the past few years, there are even girls who have taken over from their fathers and brothers and embarked on the road of the Baishui River that transports wood.

If it continues like this, I'm afraid it really won't work.

There are fewer and fewer people in the village - my father told me that if he didn't get rid of the blood-sucking holy place, the wooden village would never turn over one day.

Redhead sat by the fire, silently pondering and muttering to himself.

At this time, a big hand put on his shoulder, "Boy, you can't figure out this question, if you want to live, inherit your father's will and do it with us!"

Red hair was startled and turned his head, only to see a middle-aged man he didn't know, full of high expectations.

"Your father, I originally planned to kill these prisoners during this transport, and I had planned it a long time ago!"