C19

At ten in the evening, the shed emitted all kinds of earth-shaking sounds.

Bao Ye who had not slept all this time looked at the wooden board above his head, quietly waiting for the man who was lying on the bed to fall asleep, then he cast a technique on Jiang Yu who was lying on the bed, and quietly got up and walked over to Old Luo's bedside.

After Bao Ye opened the lid, he used his God Power to first remove the wound line, and then poured the liquid onto the wound. The wound started to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rotten flesh also returned to normal, after a few blinks of an eye, the wound had disappeared, as if it was not injured at all, the skin and flesh on the side of Old Luo's waist became flat again.

The other slaves woke up one after another.

"What happened?"

"Fuck, who's screaming in the middle of the night? Are you even going to let me sleep? "

"You guys are so noisy."

Someone quickly pulled the light out of the shed. Everyone could not stand the light anymore and squinted their eyes.

When the guards of the Old Luo saw that the person sitting opposite to him was Bao Ye, their expressions changed greatly, "Ugly Slave, it's you! What do you want to do with Old Luo? "

When everyone heard the two words' Ugly Slave ', they instantly woke up from their stupor and stood up to look in the direction of Bao Ye and the others.

"Ugly Slave, what the f * ck did you do now? You didn't hurt anyone the entire day, and you just feel uncomfortable, right?" Du Peng ran over angrily and pushed Bao Ye to the ground.

Xiao Wei said angrily: "Peng Ge, Ugly Slave can't stay anymore. With him here, our lives are at risk."

"Right, with him here, we won't be able to rest at ease for a day."

"Kill him."

The other slaves were also afraid that they would die in Ugly Slave's hands one day, and they also agreed with his: "Kill him, kill him, kill him."

The nearby shed's slaves were awoken by their cries and ran over to Bao Ye's residence to watch from inside. After learning of what had happened, they also shouted blindly with the intent to kill Bao Ye.

"Alright, if I don't kill him today, then I won't be surnamed Du." Du Peng took out an iron pry from his bed, raised it and threw it towards Bao Ye.

At this time, Old Luo suddenly sat up and coughed loudly.

Everyone was stunned.

"Cough, cough …" The unconscious Old Luo was woken up by the noise, and when he saw the crowd he asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

When Du Peng, Xiao Wei and the others saw Old Luo, whose complexion had recovered, they were shocked. "Old Luo, you're not dead?"

This... This is too... How strange!

Ignoring the fact that Ugly Slave did not hurt the Old Luo, just based on the situation of the Old Luo, it was obvious that they would not be able to live.

"Me? "Die?" Old Luo recalled the matter of him being injured before and hurriedly pulled up his blanket to take a look. The hole in the corner of his blanket had disappeared. Am I not injured? Where's the wound? Why is the wound gone? "

With such a severe wound, it was impossible for the wound to disappear without medication.

The other slaves looked at Old Luo's uninjured waist in shock.

Xiao Wei walked over to inspect Old Luo's body, and said with widened eyes: "Peng Ge, Old Luo's injuries really disappeared."

Du Peng touched the place where Old Luo was previously injured: "Does it hurt?"

Old Luo shook his head.

"Do you really not know how you recovered from your injuries?"

"I really don't know."

"I, I know." A timid voice sounded from behind the crowd.

Everyone looked back, and saw Jiang Yu raising his hand up high: "I know what's going on with Old Luo's injuries."

"If you know, why aren't you telling me?"

"It's him …" Jiang Yu pointed to Bao Ye who was still seated on the ground: "He was the one who applied the medicine for Old Luo."

Bao Ye lowered his eyelids to block the flashing light in his eyes.

"Impossible." Du Peng did not believe that Ugly Slave would drug Old Luo.

"I saw it with my own eyes." Jiang Yu was afraid that everyone thought that he was lying and quickly told them everything he had just seen. "At that time, I just happened to wake up and saw Ugly Slave sitting up and walking towards Old Luo …"

Xiao Wei said angrily, "Why are you not making a sound when you saw him walk towards the Old Luo? Aren't you afraid that he will cause the death of Old Luo? "

Jiang Yu felt that he was especially wronged, "I wanted to call you guys out too, but when I woke up, my hands and feet were powerless, and I couldn't even move my mouth. I saw that Ugly Slave seemed to be applying medicine on the Old Luo, so I didn't call for you guys. I was afraid, I was afraid that I would wake you all up, and you guys wouldn't let Ugly Slave apply medicine on the Old Luo. "

If Ugly Slave had not changed a lot in the past few days, he would not have allowed Ugly Slave to apply the medicine on the Old Luo.

Everyone: "..."

That's right, if Jiang Yu wakes them up, they would definitely stop his actions.

Xiao Wei and Jiang Yu looked at each other.

In other words, they misunderstood Ugly Slave.

At this time, Bao Ye stood up, and asked indifferently: "Do you still want to kill me? "If you don't want to kill me again, then scram."

The others looked at each other. Ugly Slave had healed the Old Luo's injuries.

Xiao Wei glared at Bao Ye in fury: "Since you have the injurious drug, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

"I spent a lot of effort in the past few days to find the medicine and then made it myself." Bao Ye cast a sidelong glance at him: "Even if I brought it out earlier, would you believe that it's a injurious drug that can turn a good person into a good one?"

Xiao Wei, "..."

He didn't believe it.

He only thought that Bao Ye wanted to poison Old Luo to death.

Bao Ye pushed him away and sat on the Old Luo's bed, pressing down on the crippled leg of the Old Luo.

Everyone was shocked: "Ugly Slave, what are you trying to do?"

Old Luo used his resentful eyes to stare at him vigilantly, and said in a low voice: "If you didn't break my leg, who would be willing to be a cripple?"

"It'll hurt a little later, bear with it." Bao Ye didn't wait for him to react and quickly broke his crippled leg.

"AHH@@

Everyone tensed up.

"Ugly Slave, what the f * * k are you trying to do?" Du Peng anxiously raised his iron crowbar and placed it on Bao Ye's neck: "Let go of Old Luo or I will move your head."

Old Luo felt strange. It was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak, yet after half a minute, the pain completely disappeared.

He stood up and walked on foot like a normal person under the astonished gaze of the crowd, no longer limping.

Old Luo could not hold back his joy, "My legs are healed! My legs are healed. "

He had thought that he would end up crippled for life, but he had never expected to have the chance to return to being a normal person. He could not help but jump around in joy.

While everyone was focusing on Old Luo, Bao Ye quietly returned to his bed.

"When did Ugly Slave become so powerful? Not only can it cure a person's leg, but it can also concoct its own medicine. "His medicine is so amazing, it can heal serious wounds in an instant. If we were to receive it in the future, wouldn't we be able to find him for treatment as well …" After being surprised, the slaves began to discuss the matter.

"What is it? What are you all doing? It's bedtime, what are you doing up? Do you want to rebel? " Deacon Lin shouted angrily from outside the shed.

Seeing that the Deacons had arrived, the slaves spread out like a swarm of bees and went back to their respective shed to sleep.

Deacon Lin stood outside the door of the shed that was in Bao Ye's residence. Seeing him running in a lively manner, a hint of astonishment flashed past his eyes.

As the Deacons who managed the shed, he naturally knew how serious the Old Luo's injuries were. Furthermore, he had planned to send the person to another place tomorrow for him to slowly die before burning him in the corpse pit.

"Old Luo, you …" Deacon Lin looked towards Old Luo's waist, the wound had actually disappeared, this was too unbelievable.

Old Luo could not hold back his joy, "Deacon Lin, I'm fine, even my legs are healed now."

Deacon Lin immediately asked: "How did you get better?"

"Yes …" When Old Luo thought about Ugly Slave, his smile immediately lessened.

His leg was made by Ugly Slave, so most of the injuries on his waist were caused by Ugly Slave, so he did not want to tell others who treated him.

Deacon Lin realized that Old Luo and the others had strange expressions on their faces, and did not continue probing. "It's a good thing that my waist and legs are healed, it's not early yet. Everyone go to bed early, we still need to work tomorrow morning."

It was rare that the Deacon Lin did not punish them. Everyone quickly went back to bed, and the shed regained its tranquility.

Deacon Lin helped them to pull down the light.

Bao Ye, who was pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes and curled the corner of his mouth.

Just a few days ago, he didn't immediately take out the medicine to save the Old Luo. Just as he said just now, no one would believe that he would kindly take out the medicine to save someone, and even throw away the medicine. He intentionally dragged out a few days before taking out the medicine to save the boss, making them think that his medicine was hard to find.

He woke Jiang Yu up so that Jiang Yu could prove for him that he was the one who took the medicine to cure the Old Luo and treated him personally.

He believed that after this incident, everyone wouldn't shout at him like when he first arrived. The slaves who did not hate him might still respect him or defend him, or even come to him because he knew how to concoct medicine.

On the morning of the second day, all the slaves found out that 'Ugly Slave' could make medicine for himself to save people and help people cure their legs. Those who did not know Ugly Slave started to pay attention to 'Ugly Slave', and those who knew Ugly Slave did not believe that he would cure someone's legs.

That morning, Bao Ye made another trip to Fallen Forest.

This time, he was still gathering herbs on the outskirts of the forest, the herbs he got back were the same few, if he wanted to gather more, he would have to go into the forest, but he did not have much time left, if he entered the forest, it would be very easy for him to be entangled by the Devil Dweller or the Demoness.

After Bao Ye finished gathering medicinal herbs and returned to eat lunch, a Deacons came to him and said, "Ugly Slave, report to the office on the tenth floor at 2 o'clock in the afternoon."

Bao Ye was suspicious: "Reporting in?"

"From today onwards, the Lord will patrol the construction site every day. In the future, you will be responsible for his service. Whatever he wants you to do, you can do."

The sixth brother and the others looked at Bao Ye with envious eyes.

This was a great chance to raise the level of a slave. If he served his master well and made him happy, he might even be bestowed a favor and get rid of his servant.

Bao Ye pointed to his own ugly face: "I look like this, I'm afraid that it will scare Master away."

"If you scare him, you're dead." Deacons snorted coldly and turned around to leave, muttering to himself, "I really didn't know that he got lucky and actually made him serve Master."

Bao Ye also didn't understand how he could be so scary. How could he find him to serve Master, and even if he had to look for someone with good looks, he should be able to please Master.

The Sixth Brother and the rest congratulated Bao Ye immediately. If they were to be good friends with their masters, they would have more face than the Deacons, but Bao Ye would rather clean up than serve their masters, who could punish them at any time.

At two in the afternoon, Bao Ye arrived at the tenth floor on time.

Bao Ye politely asked: "Everyone, Deacons, may I know which office master is in?"

Someone pointed to the innermost office.

Bao Ye walked to the entrance of his office, first touching his own face to ensure that there were no purulent blood flowing on it, then lifting his hand to knock.

The office door opened automatically.

Bao Ye pushed the door open: "Master, it's Ugly Slave. I'm coming in."

"Yes." His voice was filled with a hint of a smile.

As Bao Ye prayed that this was a easy-going master, he walked into the office. When he saw a face that could not differentiate between males and females, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

The god's disease was actually the owner of this construction site?

Yesterday, he felt that there was something wrong with his smile, so it turned out that he was waiting for him here.

However, in Ugly Slave's memories, the master who heard Ugly Slave's information was not this person, nor was he the one who arranged for him to work at the construction site.

"Are you the owner of this construction site?"

Dong Lingce smirked, "Didn't you already know yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" Bao Ye rolled his eyes, "Yesterday, I thought you were also an esteemed guest."

"It's not too late to know now."

Bao Ye's face was full of suspicion: "Are you really the owner of the construction site? "But you're not the same person who brought me here to work."

Dong Lingce lazily leaned against the back of the sofa: "That person knows my Deacons. Because he doesn't have any easy job, he asked my Deacons to arrange you here."

"Well, what do you want me to do here? You really want me to serve you? "Then I'll tell you first, I won't serve anyone." "I'll tell you right away." "

"You don't need to wait on me. You can just help me water the flowers and clean them up."

Bao Ye looked at him suspiciously. "Really?"

"Is there a need to lie to you?"

Bao Ye didn't think that this mental illness was that easy to talk to. "All these things can be settled with just a spell, right? Why did you use me? "

"I like people to do it themselves."

Bao Ye looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then turned and went to get a bucket of water to wipe the cloth off the table, while looking at Dong Lingce: "I've known you for so many days, I wonder what your surname is?"

"Dong Lingce." Dong Lingce looked at him, then at the red rope bracelet on his wrist.

"His surname is Dongling?"

"Yes!"

Bao Ye was a little disappointed. If the other party wasn't his father, then who was his father?

Dong Lingce pointed to the bookshelves: "Wipe that place."

Bao Ye washed the cloth in his hands clean and wiped the bookshelf. He had just finished wiping a grid and heard that Dong Lingce had asked him to clean the flower pot, which was not even ready yet. Bao Ye also said that the floor under his feet was dirty, so he brought a cloth over to wipe it.

After Bao Ye washed the clothes, he came over to take a look. The floor under his feet was not dirty at all, but he was kneeling on the floor with a cloth in his hand.

Just as he was about to wipe the ground, he saw a teasing smile flash past Dong Lingce's eyes. He immediately understood that Dong Lingce was playing around with him, and wanted him to kneel down.

He snappily threw the cleaning rag back into the bucket, stood up and coughed, then spat on his two palms. He rubbed his saliva into his hands and said, "Mistress, I see that your hair is in a mess, this little one will help you tidy it up, I guarantee you will be beautiful and handsome, and bewitch the future mistress."

The corner of Dong Lingce's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly grabbed onto the hand Bao Ye reached out to him. Then, he saw the red rope bracelet on his wrist emitting a red light.

His eyes were half filled with suspicion as he looked up at Bao Ye.

"What?" Bao Ye was baffled.

Dong Lingce let go of him and walked out of the room, closing the door of the office.

Dong Lingce opened the door to his office and the red light on his bracelet lit up again. He turned around and walked out.

Bao Ye felt that he was like a child playing Open Door and Close Doors, going out and coming in and going out again.

The last time Dong Lingce came in, he did not go out. He walked in front of Bao Ye and stood there firmly.

Bao Ye felt uncomfortable being stared at: Why are you staring at me? Haven't you had enough of my face? "

"…" Dong Lingce raised the hand that the red rope bracelet was wearing: "Touch it."

"Why?"

Dong Lingce immediately grabbed his hand and placed it on the bracelet, but the bracelet became dark.

Bao Ye poked his finger at the bracelet: "Why isn't the light shining anymore?"

Dong Lingce squinted his eyes: "Maybe it doesn't work, you should go out first."

Bao Ye was perspiring profusely. He had just started cleaning up, why did they chase him away?

He waited outside the office for half an hour, and seeing that Dong Lingce did not call him in, he returned to the first floor.

Seeing him, Old Sixth said excitedly: "Lord Bao, dinner time, I will bring you to a place to meet someone."

Bao Ye was curious: "Who are you bringing me to see?"

"If you go, you'll know."

"Isn't there a rule that slaves must return to the slave quarters after dinner? Where can you take me? "

"Don't worry, someone has already helped you inform Deacon Zhu and Deacon Lin that you will return late. They will not make things difficult for you."

Bao Ye raised his eyebrows, he had never told the others that the ones managing him were Deacon Zhu and Deacon Lin, but the Sixth Brother knew about the matters regarding the two Deacons, so it could be seen that the identity of the person he was about to meet was definitely not ordinary.

When it was dinner time, Ol 'Six dragged Bao Ye out of the building without eating anything, and got on a red car to leave the construction site.

The person in charge of driving the car was a young lady. Her face was branded with the word 'Li', she was a high level slave.

Bao Ye lightly nudged the Sixth Brother on his hand and whispered to him, "Sixth Brother, you can do it. Not only do you have a small carriage, the high level slave is also your driver."

The sixth brother said embarrassedly, "I'm just a lowly slave, where would I find a car?"

"Then this is …"

"The driver's name is Sister Jing, and the car is hers. My sister told her to come and pick me up."

"Your sister? You still have a sister? "

The sixth brother nodded, "Mn, I also have a younger sister. Both of them are high level slave."

"So your sister wants to see me? Why would she want to see me? "

"My sister and my sister want to see you. They live in area of disorder."

The houses in the area of disorder were half-old and half new, they were the residence of the high level slave. They did not have a master, nor did they form a team with others. They were unfettered, disorganized, often bunched up over small things, and often gathered together to search for the resources of life.

As the car drove into the area of disorder, Bao Ye immediately felt the atmosphere becoming tenser. Using the road they were travelling on as the boundary, the high level slave on the left was like a group of demons and devils, their hair was dyed with different colors.

They danced and swayed to the music, and there were mahjong players playing mahjong, gambling on size, looking messy.

The high level slave on the right side was very quiet. They liked to look at the people opposite them in a daze, or play with the weapons in their hands, they dressed in a uniform, the color was black, even the nail polish on their hands was black.

Bao Ye asked curiously: "This is the area of disorder?"

"Yes, have you never been here?"

"Nope." In Ugly Slave's memory, he had only heard of the area of disorder, but he had never been here.

"Then you can just stroll around here. Otherwise, with our status as low-level slaves, it would be difficult to come by here."

Low level slaves were not free to go, and they could not go anywhere. For example, if they could come here, they would need the high level slave's help to speak nicely with the Deacons.

Just then, Sister Jing stopped the car. "We're here."