The girl pointed to a spot near the corner of the hut not far away, where there was a pile of grass, but one could vaguely see that the walls were somewhat damaged.
"If it's not possible, you should run. Pretending for real, you'll die," the girl said, her voice not as hoarse as it was at the beginning after speaking a few more sentences.
"Thank you, I can manage," Tang San said in a low voice.
The girl looked up at him and saw Tang San's calm gaze. Her petite body trembled, and then she quickly lowered her head, "Oh."
She shifted her body, seemingly ready to leave.
"My name is Tang San, what's yours?" Tang San asked quietly.
Besides Zhu Jiaxin, she was the first human he had communicated with, also of slave origin.
The girl looked at him again, obviously not surprised by his numerically direct name, and after hesitating, she said softly, "My name is Ling Muxue."
Hearing her name, Tang San was taken aback; it didn't sound like the name of a slave at all!
"My mother was, was taken by...," Ling Muxue stammered, "So, my mother and I were in a village, our village. She taught me... "
Although her expressiveness was limited, Tang San understood her meaning. Her mother must have caught the eye of a Wolf Monster, and though a slave, she managed to gain some privileges. At the very least, she could live with her offspring and had taught her a few things, making this girl's thinking clearly stronger than that of children her age, and she knew more too. She even had a nice name.
"Hmm," Tang San didn't say much, just nodded at her.
Ling Muxue looked at him again, with evident worry in her eyes, "Are you, are you really okay?"
"Hmm," Tang San nodded again.
"Oh."
At this time, other human slaves had already started looking this way, and Ling Muxue didn't dare say more. She just nodded at Tang San and curled up to move to another side.
Perhaps because of the simple exchange with Ling Muxue, Tang San felt a little better. Being a stranger in a strange land, feeling a touch of warmth was like finding a spark of fire. After all, it had been eight years.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. The ten people who had survived received the best food they had ever had in this world these two days. Everyone clearly looked better than when they had first arrived. Several of the older youths were visibly filled with longing. They understood this was their chance!
Among the ten people, there was only one girl, Ling Muxue. However, no one paid her much attention. Now everyone's focus was on bloodline awakening.
If the bloodline passed the test, it meant no longer being a slave, but becoming a vassal of the Wind Wolf Tribe. For a slave, this really was a rise to the heavens.
In this world, a slave's status was so low it was almost indistinguishable from food, essentially treated like livestock, or even worse.
Finally, to the anticipation of most, the door of the hut opened. A few robust Wolf Monsters walked in, shouted, and had everyone inside, including Tang San, follow them.
Stepping out of the hut, the sunlight was somewhat dazzling but brought a fair amount of warmth as it shone upon them.
Ling Muxue followed closely beside Tang San, and he felt her worried gaze once more.
"Be at ease," he said softly.
Ling Muxue paused, then looked up at him.
Tang San nodded at her.
The wooden house they had stayed in for the past two days was in the town. However, today, they had come to a central area of Wind Wolf Town that Tang San had never visited before.
This was a small square of nearly a thousand square meters. At this moment, many members of the Wind Wolf Tribe had already gathered around. In the center of the square, there was an altar. What made Tang San's pupils contract instantly was the foundation at the bottom of the altar, which seemed to be made of mortar and pebbles, in which many skulls were vaguely visible.
Human skulls!
Tang San's hand instinctively clenched into a fist.
Even in death, to be used like this by them...
It was as if a flame was burning within his heart. Once a Godking, his mental fortitude was far from ordinary. Yet at this moment, a desire to annihilate the Monster and Fairy Clans ignited within him.
His eyes began to turn cold, and a faint hint of killing intent swirled in his heart.
Ling Muxue, who was beside him, seemed to sense something and shivered smartly, subconsciously moving a couple of steps away, creating some distance between them.
Her actions surprised Tang San, but amidst the vagueness, he seemed to have regained something, something from his previous life.
He still remembered clearly that in his past life, when he was young, he had once walked a path, a road to hell.
Regaining his composure, he slightly closed his eyes, hiding that flash of insight in his heart. Monsters! Very well!
Tang San and the other nine people were led to a side of Wind Wolf Town's square. Under a large tree, an elderly Wolf Monster was seated.
This old Wolf Monster seemed to be female, her eyes a dark green color, and in her right hand, she held a walking stick as she sat in a large chair. By her side stood a human, a man who seemed to be in his forties, with a lean face and wearing relatively fancy clothes. A faint green glow flickered in his eyes, and he stood with a slightly hunched back, his expression one of utmost respect.
The Wolf Monster who brought Tang San and his group bowed respectfully before the old Wolf Monster, "Respectful high priest, the slaves who have awakened their bloodline this year have been brought."
The old Wolf Monster, referred to as the high priest, responded indifferently, then waved her hand at the human man beside her.
The human man first bowed respectfully to her, then slowly stepped forward, coming before the ten people including Tang San.
Tang San had been silently sensing the aura of the high priest—it was very strong! With his current strength, he couldn't even discern the high priest's cultivation base. Of course, that was without using the little bit of his divine consciousness. But he didn't dare to use his divine consciousness lightly; what little remained was far too precious, and with his current situation, he couldn't recover it unless it was a matter of life and death. Certainly, he wouldn't use his divine consciousness carelessly. Only when he grew stronger would his divine consciousness truly be able to unfold its effect.
Just as the human man was about to speak, the Wolf Monsters around him suddenly parted, bowing respectfully. A huge Wolf Monster, over three meters tall, strode toward them.
This Wolf Monster looked extremely strong, his muscles exuding explosive power. In his eyes, the deep green reflected an intense energy fluctuation. Although not as profound as the high priest, it also seemed to contain a powerful energy.
He walked up to the high priest, slightly bowed and placed his right hand on his chest, "High priest."
A smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the high priest, "The lord has arrived. Are you prepared for the ancestor sacrifice ceremony later?" She remained seated, a sign that in Wind Wolf Town, she might be the highest-ranking being.
The Wind Wolf Lord said, "All is prepared. The offerings are all ready. We will need the high priest to preside over the ceremony."
"Hmm. After the verification of the slaves' bloodlines, we will begin immediately," the high priest said calmly.
"Let's begin," the Wind Wolf Lord said to the human middle-aged man who had already approached Tang San and the others.
"Yes, my lord," the man respectfully saluted, and then once again faced Tang San and the other nine.
"Listen carefully, I will soon verify your bloodlines. During the process, any reactions you have may be expressed. You do not need to suppress them, nor should you be afraid. You must give it your all, do you understand?"
Tang San looked up at him. The flash of sorrow that passed through the somewhat hunched man's eyes was just caught by him.