Chapter 720

In Beiyuan, the wind is cold and the snow is heavy.

It is close to the notorious and dangerous glacier abyss. There used to be thousands of miles of uninhabited people, but now, at first glance, it is dark and dense, with countless mortals and monks working hard.

In the ice and snow, their hands were covered with frostbite, and they were so hungry that they had to transport baskets of ore out.

Occasionally, those who fell to the ground due to exhaustion were either beaten by soldiers who happened to be passing by on patrol, waving whips and scolding for a while, struggling to get up and continue working, or simply fell asleep in the wild.

In the wild in the cold winter months, if no one wakes up after a coma, it means death.

Every day, as baskets of ore were transported out, a number of living people turned into corpses, and then they were discarded like shoes and thrown into the bottomless glacier abyss.

"Hurry up and finish your meal and continue working. If you can't complete the task today, you will feel better!"

In a corner of the vast mining area, Shen Xudong, with disheveled hair and staggering steps, lined up with the support of his grandson Shen Yanhong, waiting for the distribution of food.

"Grandpa, I told you not to do so much work, just leave it to me." Shen Yanhong, a tiger-headed kid, is now much more capable than before.

"Don't worry, Grandpa is fine." Shen Xudong smiled. This formerly gentle and elegant Confucian, a Chinese national teacher, now looks like a scholar. He looks like a slovenly old man.

But there is always a stable force in his eyes, which makes people unite with him subconsciously.

"Father, it's our turn."

The people in front of Shen Pengyuan were all empty, so he hurried forward to get food for the elderly father and son.

The soldiers poured porridge into their bowls with expressionless faces. The porridge was so light that there were hardly any grains of rice.

"Next." The soldier said after pouring out the porridge.

"Wait, we haven't received the steamed buns yet."

Shen Pengyuan hurriedly said that he was worried that his family would not be able to bear it if he only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge in the cold weather.

"There are no more steamed buns, please come early tomorrow." The soldier said impatiently.

"Isn't there still there?" Shen Pengyuan couldn't help retorting, pointing to a large pile of crumpled and shriveled steamed buns behind the soldiers.

"Hey, that's not for you to eat. Look at all of you old, weak, sick, disabled, powerless, what kind of scholars, what kind of scholars, you all do so little work, and you have the nerve to ask for so much food?"

The soldier taunted him, saying that although there is food, it is a waste for you!

"you……"

Shen Pengyuan's face turned red, and he wanted to argue with reason, but Shen Xudong behind him spoke in time. "Pengyuan, only porridge is porridge, don't be ignorant."

When Shen Pengyuan heard his father's words, there was a sad and humiliating light in his eyes, and he walked to the side silently with porridge.

The whole family gathered together, drinking the light and thin porridge, no one spoke, and took the time to rest.

"Master Shen, everyone in the Shen family, these are for you."

A few honest farmers came forward, got a bunch of steamed buns from nowhere, stuffed them into Shen Yanhong's arms, and ran away in a hurry.

"Wait, everyone, take the food away!" Shen Xudong hurriedly said, trying to stop a few people, but they ran faster.

"Grandpa, here." Shen Yanhong took the steamed bun and handed it to his grandfather, swallowing secretly.

"How did you accept the food just now? Don't you know that those steamed buns were saved by the common people, and if they were given to us, they would starve!" Shen Xudong said angrily.

"They ran away as soon as the food was stuffed, I didn't realize it for a while." Shen Yanhong was full of grievances.

"Okay dad, just eat a few bites, it's all the kindness of the people, don't disappoint."

"They are the same as us, but they are all afraid that you will not be able to survive. One day, you will lead everyone back to Middle Earth."

Shen Pengyuan said quickly, and the other Shen family members also nodded, their eyes full of worry.

"What do you know? Heaven is about to send a great mission to people. They must first suffer from their hearts and minds, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and mess up their actions. Therefore, the heart and patience have benefited what they can't do. !"

"The old man's health is fine, but he can't bear to be favored by the common people all the time!"

Shen Xudong let out a long sigh.

"The food is all given to us. If we don't eat it, it will be a waste, right?" Shen Pengyuan said with a wry smile, his father always has such a strong character.

"Grandpa, everyone is looking forward to the day when my cousin will come back to save us, and you are the grandfather of Bawang, how can everyone let you starve? For many people, cousin is the only hope. If you starve to death It will be a huge blow to them."

Shen Yanhong hurriedly said, and pointed to the many praying common people in the distance.

Taking advantage of their spare time, they muttered words in their mouths, and they could vaguely hear their words mixed with words such as "Overlord" and "Emperor of Heaven".

When Shen Xudong heard his grandson's words, he finally sighed, took the steamed bun with a guilty face, and bit down one bite at a time.

Seeing his grandfather eating, Shen Yanhong dared to pick up the most withered piece, and ate it carefully.

When he was thirsty, he drank it with snow water, but as a teenager, he has been used to this way of life for more than half a year.

"This group of idiotic mortals talk about the overlord all day long, what is the overlord?"

A group of soldiers who had finished distributing food got together to chat, and talked about a strange phenomenon among countless coolies.

People starve to death every day in the mining area. Under the extremely cruel conditions, anyone should have lost hope long ago.

But for some reason, many ordinary mortals, whether from the Eastern Wasteland, Middle Earth, or Northern Plains, and even some monster races, all hold hope, often mention the same name in their spare time, and regard it as a belief.

It seemed that as long as this person was around, they would not have completely lost hope.

"Hey, it seems to be a well-known figure in the Kunlun Continent. It is said that when he was only a teenager, he led the five major ethnic groups in the mainland to defeat a wicked emperor and brought peace to the Kunlun Continent."

"Rumors about him are everywhere, such as the peerless genius who caused the day star to appear, and the emperor of the dark world. I walk in this mining area every day, and my ears are already callused!"

A soldier said with disdain on his face.

"Could it be that this group of people thought that this overlord could save them from suffering again?" The other soldiers couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

"I'm afraid that's the case. When people are in a desperate situation, they will always subconsciously find some comfort. It's good for them to do this, so as not to commit suicide one by one. If we can't complete the task, it's not good to blame the superiors." Another soldier said .