C3 Stoichiometric tolerance

"It's raining!"

"Why did the sky suddenly change so quickly? It was clearly a cloudless sunny day just now. "

"Quick, give me the raincoat, the banknotes in my arms are going to get wet …"

"It's obvious that we'll be able to reach the County City in two hours at most. How unlucky for a thief to choose this time to cause such a storm."

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"Crap, there are too many slaves on the carriage. The wheels are stuck in the mud!"

"My wheel is stuck in mud!"

"Boss, there are too many slaves on the carriage and the carriage is too heavy. Only two horses can't pull it out!" A carriage driver shouted.

"Damn it, all of you slaves get down from the carriage and push the carriage out of the mud!" Holding the long cane whip in his hand, the obese slave trader swung the long whip in his hand towards the many unconscious slaves on the chariot.

Following the fall of the cane whip, a slave who had been knocked unconscious on the top of the carriage was torn apart. A splash of blood could be seen in the rain, causing him to wake up crying in pain.

"What are you looking at? "Slave, quickly come down and push the cart!" Seeing how the slaves stared blankly at their slave merchants, another whip viciously lashed out at them.

As the slave merchants waved the whips in their hands, the slaves got off the carriages one by one. They dragged the heavy chains on their hands and feet and moved side by side to push the carriages that were stuck in the mud, unable to move.

However, even though most of the slaves on this carriage got off after being whipped by the slave merchants, there were still three slaves that had no reaction no matter how hard the slave merchants beat them.

Among these three people, one of them was Ye Qing.

At this moment, Ye Qing was gritting his teeth as he endured the fiery pain of the whips hitting his body. He relied on his strong willpower to forcefully control his body.

Even though his back was being whipped by the long vines and flesh, and his spine was faintly visible, he was still as motionless as a dead man under the pain.

It was because he could only endure it, losing all of his cultivation. He, who had no strength to tie up a chicken, could escape from this slave caravan.

Otherwise, once the caravan entered the city, these slaves would be sold into the hands of the local landlords and gentry. After working day and night without rest, being beaten and tortured by the supervisors every now and then, he, Ye Qing, would not even have time to cultivate again.

Ye Qing, who was born in the Tang Kingdom, clearly knew that male slaves who were defeated by the Tang Kingdom's army would all end up in a miserable state. No matter how strong their bodies were, they would be crushed by heavy labour and lose their lives in a few years at most.

Not to mention the fact that he was only a young man and had a skinny body.

"You, go and see if the three of them are still alive." The slave trader said to a slave beside him.

The slave pointed at him with the long whip trembled when he heard this. He hurriedly climbed onto the carriage with both hands and legs and extended his hand to check the air under the noses of Ye Qing and the other two. He was worried that he would be whipped if he was too slow.

"Master... Master, the three of them … "All dead." The slave stuttered.

"Hmph, three more have died?" "What a useless fellow." Looking at the three dead men in the cart, the slave trader spat in disgust.

Unfortunately, this thick phlegm just happened to spit into Ye Qing's open wound.