Junior Disciple C

Chapter 161

After staying in the Colosseum for a day and a night, Feng Ye and others were escorted back to the quarry camp next to the Colosseum on the second day.

Although the Xiqiang people don't care about the life and death of the slaves, they don't want them to eat and not work, so before the next opening of the Colosseum, let them return to their respective tribes and work as before.

For one day of living, one has to work hard for Xiqiang.

Feng Ye's performance in killing the wolf in one fell swoop in the Colosseum was not insignificant. If the person watching was a veteran general, it is estimated that after yesterday's battle, the soldiers would have directly killed him.

He is indeed very talented. He reversed the defeat by himself and defeated the wolves with very low casualties. If he is allowed to lead the army in battle, he will definitely make a lot of achievements.

But he is a slave.

A slave does not need any talent, just need to know two points, bow your head and be submissive.

What was shown in the Colosseum has surpassed the duty of a slave. He is an unstable factor, the one who secretly grows sharp horns among a group of docile sheep whose horns have been sawn off.

Such restless elements should be eliminated immediately, even if he does not seem to have the intention of knocking over the railing with his sharp corners, he should be eliminated to avoid future troubles.

But Feng Ye is still alive, and the Xiqiang people have no intention of attacking him, because the above assumptions are not valid. There are no generals who watch the battle between humans and beasts in the Colosseum. Nobles, they naturally don't realize the threat from Feng Ye.

In their eyes, Feng Ye's strength is limited, he is a tiger trapped in a cage, bound by an iron cage, even though the tiger is staring at people outside the cage, it can't even take a step out of the cage door.

Arrogance and arrogance made them ignore the danger that was close at hand, and they didn't realize that there were some signs of decay at the connection between the cage door and the ground.

Coupled with the fact that this tiger deliberately pretended to be a sick cat, after Feng Ye returned to the quarry, he became that low-browed, pleasing-eyed man who never showed any dissatisfaction or resistance to the scolding of the Xiqiang soldiers, and was very different from the rest of the people around him. There is no difference between a slave, and the Xiqiang people will naturally not have much vigilance against him.

Day after day, except for moving stones in the quarry and sleeping and resting in the grass shed at night, Feng Ye didn't do anything he shouldn't do. This state lasted for half a month.

The changes in the quarry are visible to the naked eye. If you don't pay attention at all, you may not notice it, but everyone who participated in the conversation with Feng Ye last time was aware of this change.

Originally, the number of soldiers guarding the slaves was about a dozen slaves per soldier, but today, half a month later, this ratio suddenly tripled, and one soldier had to guard more than 30 slaves.

The guards in the quarry may look fine at first glance, but those who are interested will realize that the current level of guards is more than twice as lax than before.

What Feng Ye said is true, so...do they...shall heed Feng Ye's suggestion?Many people began to think about this question.

But no matter the answer or not, they still have no way to tell Feng Ye.

In the past half month, the Colosseum has not been opened again, and they naturally have no chance to get together, but there is no chance, and they can create opportunities by themselves.

With the transfer of the defenders in the city, the defense of the Xiqiang people was greatly weakened, and Feng Ye put away his docile and harmless disguise.

He was going to use his key to sneak out of the thatched shed for rest tonight, and go around the city to observe the number of people staying in the city and the defense arrangement.

Tomorrow night, go to the hut where other slaves stay and ask their answers.

He had originally planned this way, and the operation tonight went smoothly. He wandered the empty streets for more than an hour, figured out the route in the city, and returned safely to the hut without anyone noticing.

Except for Wu Yi, Wu Yi knew all his plans, and he also needed someone to cover him, so he never kept it from Wu Yi.

But when it really came tomorrow, it was found that the Xiqiang people opened the Colosseum again, as if they were dozing off and offering pillows to the caring people.

This is the province of Feng Ye who went to other straw sheds in the middle of the night to ask one by one.The situation of the people who came to the Colosseum this time was not much different from last time. Most of them were from last time. Occasionally, there were one or two newcomers who were selected by the Xiqiang people because of the casualties last time.

Back in the waiting room where he stayed last time, Feng Ye was not in a hurry to ask for answers. He could see uncertainty and hesitation from the expressions of these people, and he realized that these people still hadn't made up their minds.

So he didn't say a word. He talked too much, but he didn't have much power. No matter how good or full the words were, they were empty and powerless. He was going to use his actions in the Colosseum to convince these people one last time.

He didn't take the initiative to ask, and the others didn't take the initiative to speak.The silence lasted until the afternoon, when the stone gate opened again.

This time the opponent was a tiger who had been hungry for an unknown number of days. Because of hunger, the ribs on the abdomen were clearly visible, and the ferocity in the huge tiger eyes was even worse than that of the last pack of wolves.

The size of a tiger is also much larger than that of a wolf. In terms of individual strength, it is absolutely impossible for a wolf to defeat a tiger, but that is only for the individual.

If you look at it as a whole, a tiger is actually not as threatening as a pack of wolves who have organized and planned attacks.

So this time Feng Ye's people still won, and no one died, only a few people couldn't dodge and were scratched by the tiger's claws.

Of course, it was Feng Ye's command to win, otherwise, even if it was a skinny hungry tiger, people would have to pay a high price if they wanted to defeat it.

Although this battle is not as difficult as last time, the battle time is not shorter than last time.Feng Ye also knew that being too sharp was not a good thing, so he was actually procrastinating on purpose, he was performing for the Xiqiang people on stage.

Although they won, it seemed that the victory was very difficult and extremely dangerous. The tiger's mouth was only a hair's breadth away from Feng Ye's head again and again, but he always avoided it at the nick of time.

He didn't have many superb skills, and every time he escaped from the tiger's mouth, it seemed that he just relied on a little bit of coincidental luck.

But if there is more luck, it must not be explained by luck, but this group of noble sons who are paralyzed by extravagant life do not realize this.

The drama of the battle between humans and beasts still ended under the setting sun, but before it really came to an end, an unexpected audience suddenly appeared on the viewing platform of the Colosseum.

Feng Ye didn't know when he came. Although most of his attention was on the hungry tiger in the arena, it wasn't that he didn't pay attention to the audience stand above.

But even so, he still didn't realize the arrival of this person.

Like a silent ghost, the priest wearing a ghost mask just appeared in the auditorium out of thin air.

Feng Ye suddenly realized this when he raised his head inadvertently.

With just one glance, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Because of the other party's elusiveness, and because of the eyes behind the ghost's face, they seemed to be staring straight at him, cold and terrifying, not like human eyes, but like cold snakes.

Feng Ye immediately lowered his head, he used the crowd to hide himself, pretended to be submissive, and tried his best not to attract attention.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, but that cold gaze seems to linger on him all the time, like a thorn on his back that makes people uncomfortable.

This feeling of discomfort lasted until someone else noticed the arrival of the ghost-faced priest, those Xiqiang nobles who were also in the audience.

"My lord priest." A young man in fine clothes walked up behind the priest and saluted.

"En." The priest withdrew his gaze from looking down, and he responded lightly, very indifferently.

But this noble boy, who was used to being sought after by others, did not feel any displeasure. The priest had a high status in Xiqiang, and could even rival the emperor. No matter how high his family's title was, he had to respect the priest.

But apart from being respectful, he showed a bit of a young man's detachment and casualness. After saluting to the priest, he approached enthusiastically and asked, "Why are you here free, sir?"

"Walk around casually." The priest's answer was very perfunctory.

The boy didn't feel that the priest was perfunctory him, but said more enthusiastically: "Master Priest is a step late, the good show has already been played."

"Oh?" He only replied with one word.

But the young man immediately introduced him with interest: "These slaves fought very well. Last time they killed the wolves, and this time they defeated the tiger. This tiger is the king of all beasts. No animal is stronger than a tiger. We A few are wondering what to use to increase the difficulty next time."

"We" refers to the boys behind him, who are the same age as him, all dressed in fancy clothes, and have the same hobbies, that is, they like bloody battles.

"My lord priest, do you have any ideas...?" the boy asked tentatively.

This group of slaves even defeated the tiger. The only thing he could think of that was stronger than the tiger was the evil ghost made by the ghost-faced priest.

But the evil spirits are not so easy to refine. As far as he knows, the priest has not even made a failed product recently. The only evil spirit in the hands of the priest is the strongest of the eight evil generals who were used to guard the imperial city. The ghost general.

But these ghost generals are like heavy weapons to destroy cities. There are only eight countries as big as Xiqiang, and they will not use them unless necessary, and they will never lend them a few dudes for fun.

So even though the young man wanted to ask the priest to borrow a ghost to use his mind, he didn't expect much, he just tried to talk.

Unexpectedly, a low laugh came from behind the ghost face.

"After seven days, let them compete with the headless ghost."

This headless ghost is the name of that ghost general. He agreed to the young man's proposal and sent the most powerful headless ghost under his command to perform for these young men for fun.

This was an unexpected surprise. What a tyrannical weapon this ghost general is. Although they can be seen on weekdays, they will not show their true strength at all except on the formal battlefield.

And these dandies would never go to the battlefield, so naturally they never had the opportunity to see how powerful the priest is.

The faces of the few teenagers were full of unconcealable joy, they only hated that the time could not jump to seven days later, and they couldn't wait to see the bravery of the ghost general.

The conversation on the stage was not low, enough for the slaves in the audience to hear. Contrary to the happy expressions of the teenagers, everyone's faces were filled with extreme fear and despair.

People may be able to fight against ferocious beasts, but such extremely evil ghosts... Countless countries that have been annexed and flattened by Xiqiang have already given the answer.

If they could really defeat these evil spirits, how could Xiqiang win many battles.

Even if the army of gold and iron horses was destroyed by the power of ghost generals, how could a group of slaves resist them?

After the ghost-faced priest and the rest of the Xiqiang nobles on the viewing platform left, Feng Ye and the others also returned to the waiting room.

It's just that the mood was completely different from before. No one spoke, and their expressions were surprisingly unified, and most of them just stared at a certain place in a daze.

No one even fought for the food dropped by the Xiqiang soldiers.

This is not surprising. Anyone who knows that he has seven days to live will find it difficult to accept.

"Woooo..."

There was a low sobbing sound in his ears, Feng Ye turned his head and glanced, Wu Yi was sitting next to him with his knees hugged, and was crying with Lian buried in his palms.

He looked at the crowd again, maybe it wasn't as obvious as Wu Yi's crying, but the sadness and despair in the eyes of the crowd couldn't be concealed.

This desperation is as real as it is, and there is a sense of suffocation in the cramped room.

Feng Ye patted his chest, and he suddenly opened his mouth to break the growing sense of despair.

"Everyone." He looked around at the crowd: "Haven't you made a decision so far?"

"What's the decision? I'm going to die anyway." Someone said disheartened.

Feng Ye stared at the person who spoke: "Only by fighting hard can we have a chance of surviving."

"It's easy to say, but it's the strongest headless ghost among the eight great ghost generals."

Someone on Feng Ye's left made another sound, Feng Ye turned his head at the same time, looking at the direction of the sound: "What about the headless ghost, with so many of us, can't we defeat this evil ghost? "

"Ha ha."

There was a mocking laugh, not one, but several voices together. Although they didn't speak, they laughed to express their disdain for Feng Ye's words.

Since the last fight with the wolves, Batu has been convinced of Feng Ye, and today when he was fighting the hungry tiger, he listened to Feng Ye's command the most, but at this moment, he couldn't help but retort: ​​"What do you think?" It's too easy, each of the Eight Great Ghost Generals is an evil ghost capable of defeating thousands of troops."

"Why is the headless ghost called the headless ghost? Because his weapon is a nine-ring knife that weighs more than a hundred catties. He had better cut off the enemy's head. Every time the knife falls, a head will fall to the ground. Fight him Almost all of them cannot escape the end of being separated from their bodies, so he is called a headless ghost."

"We ordinary people, what do we have to fight this ghost general?" Batu shook his head: "Struggling and resisting are useless."

"How do you know it's useless if you don't try?" Feng Ye retorted.

"How do you want to try? Do you want to try with your own life? I want to go to you, but I won't go anyway." Another voice came from the front right.

As soon as this remark came out, many people immediately echoed it. If you fight head-on with the headless ghost, you will definitely die, but if you don't fight against it, maybe... this ghost will kill others. Let him go?

They spoke one by one, trying to make Feng Ye realize the reality.

"Don't think about it, it is impossible to defeat the headless ghost. The most skilled general in Song Dynasty died under the headless ghost's sword!"

"You said last time that he lost his memory, right?" The speaker pointed to Wu Yi, then looked at Feng Ye: "You don't remember, so you don't know the horror of ghost generals, who hasn't heard of the reputation of these evil ghosts? Xiqiang has been rampant for several years, how can these ghost generals ever lose?"

"So many generals, so many well-trained troops have been defeated by ghost generals, what ability do we have, and how can we defeat him?"

All of them said it firmly, as if the invincibility of ghost generals is the law of the world, and there is no way to break it.

With each sentence, Feng Ye clenched his fists a little tighter.

Because of the fear that they had nowhere to vent, these people unconsciously vented their inner grievances to Feng Ye, who was against everyone. Their tone was no longer convinced, only complaining.

If they had lost to the tiger today, maybe the ghost-faced priest would not have sent ghosts to fight them in the future.

Thinking of this, they complained to Feng Ye in a more serious tone, almost accusing.

"That's right, you only said that there were [-] defenders in the city, but you didn't say that the headless ghost stayed behind. If there was no such headless ghost staying behind, we would follow you and do it. It's okay to fight, but That is a headless ghost, it is impossible for humans to win!"

"Enough!" Feng Ye suddenly shouted to stop the group of people, his roar was as cold as a blade, and the shocking crowd fell silent.

No one spoke for a while, Feng Ye looked at the person who spoke last: "You said that if this headless ghost didn't stay behind, you would follow me to raise troops?"

He was asking the person who spoke last, and he was also asking everyone present.

The crowd looked at each other, and with the evil name of the ghost general in front of them, the three thousand Xiqiang soldiers suddenly became nothing to be afraid of. They nodded without thinking, and all gave affirmative answers.

If this headless ghost didn't stay behind, they would follow Feng Ye to rebel against Xiqiang.

"Okay! After seven days, you don't have to fight. I will fight against the headless ghost. If I win..." Feng Ye's eyes swept over people's faces one by one, and he said every word: "Follow me Resist Xiqiang!"

He stretched out his right hand, palm forward, which was a high-five gesture.

No one stepped forward, not because they were going to swallow what they just said, but because they were too shocked to react.

Wu Yi was so shocked that he didn't even bother to cry, and stared at Feng Ye with his neck raised in a daze.

What did Feng Ye say just now?He said he wanted to defeat the headless ghost?

How is this possible?

These six words echoed in everyone's hearts. Even if Feng Ye said it so seriously and so resolutely, they didn't think Feng Ye could do it.

But...it's not a loss if you clap your hands. Since Feng Ye is willing to stand out, why should they stop him? He wants to fight the headless ghost alone, which is in line with everyone's wishes. After all, no one wants to fight the evil ghost.

So, after a moment of silence, someone stood up, walked up to Feng Ye, and slapped Feng Ye's palms together. The crisp sound of the collision represented the fulfillment of the oath.

If there is one, there will be two, and someone came over to give Feng Ye a high five.One after another, everyone clapped hands with Feng Ye, only Wu Yi remained.

Feng Ye looked to the side, Wu Yi's eyes were complicated, he bit his lip, and with a sudden effort, he stood up and slapped Feng Ye heavily.

There were a total of 49 people in the room, all of whom made vows with Feng Ye.

That is an unbreakable, irrevocable agreement.