Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

The house in front of me wasn't tall. Tang Wen compared his height to the door frame and realized he needed to duck to enter.

Using his night vision, he looked through the simple wooden door.

Inside, he saw steps leading down, about four or five steps, half a meter deep.

This design expanded the room's space and provided coolness from the underground.

The house had no windows and no bed. A person, skin and bones, slept on the ground. He was bald with a white beard, making it impossible to guess his age.

Inside the house, there was a stove, firewood.

A few pieces of clothing that looked like rags, a hemp rope covered in dirt, a few unknown fruits, two buckets filled with muddy water...

Even when I first transmigrated, I was richer than them.

This situation is just about surviving.

Living like wild animals.

Tang Wen muttered silently, then floated to another mud house. The situation inside was much the same.

Only, there were two skinny children sleeping on the ground.

It seemed they had an adult, probably fetching water, not yet returned.

He looked at several houses, and the situation was basically the same.

The biggest house in the center of the village.

Tang Wen used the newly learned Breath Concealment Technique, coupled with muscle control, making his footsteps as light as a cat.

With a knife in one hand and a flying stone in the other, he quietly came to the window of the big house.

The two windows were wide open. He glanced at them; the window frames were neatly crafted and carefully sealed with yellow paper.

Reaching out, he touched it. The yellow paper was high-quality parchment.

Tang Wen's expression became complicated.

The windows were made by a professional carpenter. The big house in front of him had four, eight windows in total.

At the Flame Camp's prices, they could be exchanged for at least a hundred pounds of millet.

Inside the house, several oil lamps emitted yellow flames.

The oil lamps burned low-quality lamp oil, full of impurities, black smoke danced on the flames.

Looking inside, Tang Wen's expression became even more complex.

A huge wooden bed, carved with patterns, hung with light gauze curtains. Tang Wen's vision was amazing; he could see clearly through the gauze.

A fat old man, naked, lay on the bed, his legs spread wide.

At the same time, there were about ten women on the bed.

Two knelt at the foot of the bed, each holding a wrinkled foot, carefully massaging it.

Four women knelt on the bed, serving at his legs.

Each kneading his hairy thighs and calves.

Behind him, of course, was a woman's fair and plump body to lean on.

This damn old man!

His body is quite strong!

In the blink of an eye, a dozen seconds passed. Tang Wen stood at the window staring, but the slave owner on the bed didn't notice.

He made humming sounds, focused solely on enjoyment.

Tang Wen curled his lips, an idea.

Flap! Flap!

A blood crow crashed into the door, then immediately flew away.

The sound was particularly clear in the night.

"Who's there?" the old man asked, but he didn't move from the bed.

Tang Wen was speechless.

What?

If someone really came to kill you, would they announce their name?

After a while, seeing no other movement.

The old man didn't come out to check. He cursed a few times and continued to enjoy himself.

Tang Wen retreated a distance and joined up with Bai Youruo and the two women.

"I thought you would act,"

Bai Youruo and Bai Xue had just wandered around the village.

Seeing the movement in the big house from the back window, the two women glanced at it and left.

Tang Wen said calmly: "After killing that person, what will happen to the others?"

"What do you think?" Bai Youruo's eyes lit up, full of admiration.

Judging from Tang Wen's performance just now, this should be the first time he encountered such a slave village.

As a martial artist who grew up in a safe camp, he didn't immediately kill the slave owner inside.

Instead, he came back to ask himself questions.

This alone is stronger than I was back then.

Tang Wen didn't answer, and said directly: "I will still kill people! But after killing, I want to stay here for two days."

Bai Youruo was stunned, then frowned and stared at him.

Bai Xue said directly: "Young Master Tang, we are short on time. And along the way, we may encounter many such villages."

The two women understood that Tang Wen wanted to help these villagers, just like they did when they first left White Stone City.

After becoming martial artists, they were consciously brought by their family elders to face various weak slave owners.

Those slave owners were similar to the old martial artists who enslaved the poor little village in front of them, either martial artists who had no hope of promotion, or a few martial artists who thought they were strong, enslaving some ordinary people, making them work like animals, satisfying their idea of being superior!

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This is a link in White Stone City's training of younger generations.

At that time, Bai Youruo's choice was the same as the Tang Wen in front of her, killing the slave owner and saving these people.

She even used her resources to educate them, teach them to read, reclaim wasteland...

But soon, she found that this was in vain.

People who grew up under the slave system are very different from her in thinking.

Once they have freedom, are full, and think they have strength, they only want to do one thing...

Flame Camp is a small place after all.

Bai Youruo shook her head secretly. Tang Wen had obviously not experienced similar training.

"You misunderstood."

Just as the two women exchanged glances, thinking about how to dissuade him.

Tang Wen opened his mouth: "The two of you thought that I wanted to stay here for two days to help these people."

"Isn't it?" The two women looked at each other, their voices surprised.

Tang Wen shook his head: "I knew very early on that people are powerless to face most things in this world."

Bai Youruo asked directly: "Then why stay?"

At this time, the people fetching water in the wilderness came back. They carefully avoided the big house in the center of the village, and went home along the edge of the small road.

Without directly answering, Tang Wen whetted his appetite: "Miss Bai is so smart, why not guess why I want to stay? I'm going to kill people now. If you guess it before I come back, we will leave immediately. If you can't guess it, stay with me for two days."

After speaking, Tang Wen sprinted away. After a hundred meters, he threw a flying stone, and a roar suddenly sounded.

A stream of fire flashed, and the roof of the big house in the middle was directly lifted off.

"I don't know which grandpa is here?"

"This old man has failed to greet you, I deserve to die?"

A trembling voice sounded.

Tang Wen was stunned.

The slave owner didn't have the slightest intention of resisting.

Without even putting on his pants, he knelt on the bed skillfully, kowtowing to Tang Wen's direction like pounding garlic.

Tang Wen calmed down and killed him with one knife.

Ignoring the women who were also kneeling, he hung the old man's body on the wall.

Then, he shouted a few times in the village, telling everyone that they were free.

After doing all this, he did not stay, but returned directly to Bai Youruo's side.

The three of them took the sand wolves, left far away, found a high ground overlooking the village, and stopped to rest.

Watching Tang Wen take out the telescope.

Miss Bai stretched her eyebrows, her tone with a bit of surprise: "You want to observe them? Observe what these people will do after the slave owner dies?"

Tang Wen didn't look back: "Correct answer, but too late!"

Bai Youruo laughed: "I really underestimated Young Master Tang. The sand wolves are fast enough, it doesn't matter to stay here for two days."

As she spoke, the women in the big house in the middle of the village ran out.

Shouting everywhere, knocking on doors everywhere.

The village became lively.