Back Off, Let Me Come

"Don't pretend to be dead, get up!"

In a daze, Shen Tang felt someone kicked him.

Kicking was not enough, the other party was still cursing.

[MD, who kicked me? 】

She curled up her calves in pain and opened her eyes weakly.

The world in front of me seems to have been stripped of that layer of tulle, from a frosted texture to a high-definition tempered glass.

【what happened? 】

The pain that was about to explode made her gasp, staring blankly at the strange things in front of her eyes.

【Didn't you compete for drinks with someone last night? 】

It seems that in the second half of the drink, the editor also called to remind her to submit the manuscript, so she had to get drunk to get the paintbrush...

More, no matter how I think about it, I can't think of it.

But for sure, it should never be like this!

Shen Tang secretly pinched herself until a clear tingling pain came from that piece of skin, shattering her luck.

Seeing his unfamiliar hands, four words popped out of his mind——

She crossed over!

At the same time, it also has the meaning of "crossing".

[I just don't know if I died from drinking or staying up late to write a manuscript. 】

The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt, as if a villain was beating inside her with a hammer, the pain made Shen Tang stop hastily.

"Hurry up and eat, you can go on the road after eating."

She was covering her head to ease the pain, the sunlight above her head was blocked by Dao Gao's figure.

The person who came was wearing a pair of straw sandals stained with dark brown mud, and casually threw a palm-sized pancake with a scorched black and rough surface, and the pancake fell on the muddy floor outside her skirt. Regardless of whether Shen Tang would eat the muddy pancakes, he handed them out to the next person.

In the next second, a hand protruded from her side like lightning.

He grabbed the pancake and shrank back.

Shen Tang was a little slow, and could only look suspiciously.

The person grabbing the cake was a disheveled woman, holding the cake with both hands and stuffing it into her mouth forcefully, like a starved ghost reincarnated.

Fearing that Shen Tang would snatch it back, he didn't even pat the mud on the pancakes. After a while, he stuffed all the pancakes into his mouth, and at the end he still sucked the foam from his fingers.

Shen Tang: "..."

I don't know that this person hasn't cleaned it for a few days, the long hair oil that should have been black and bright is knotted, and there is still a layer of yellow and sticky accumulation on the exposed hair crevice. If you sniff it carefully, you can still smell the weird stench coming from her body—it’s a bit like smashing stinky socks and heather flowers that have been stuffy for three to five weeks to make juice—the only thing that can be sold is that piece of paper. Dirty can not hide the logo facial features.

Shen Tang reasoned with her in a good-tempered manner: "Ma'am, that's my cake."

The woman seemed to be deaf, and ignored her, smacking her mouth, relishing the taste of pancakes.

At this moment, Shen Tang noticed that the color of the knuckles that the woman had sucked was a few degrees different from the rest of the hand, and her throat convulsed and rolled uncontrollably.

She is not a clean freak, but she suffers from this kind of visual impact at close range and subconsciously suffers from physical discomfort.

From the corner of the eye, Shen Tang's expression changed. The woman was worried that the fool would go crazy and beat her, so she moved her butt in the opposite direction.

It's good that he doesn't move, but even Shen Tang feels pulled when he moves.

Looking down at the source of the pulling sensation in her waist—it was an extremely thick hemp rope, and it was this hemp rope that seemed to be tied to a few grasshoppers, stringing her body with women and other unkempt women of different ages together.

He raised his head and looked around, all he could see were old and weak women and children, both men and women, wearing rough linen prison uniforms with tired faces.

There are also a dozen or so young and strong people who are dressed more uniformly, with sabers hanging around their waists, watching sentries, and marking people.

When his eyes occasionally glanced at the young female prisoner with a good figure, he would pause for a while.

This this--

Is it because a large family committed a crime and was dragged to the execution ground to cancel their household registration?

It may also be on the way to distribution.

The difference is nothing more than early death and early rebirth or late death and late rebirth.

【Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr】

Hungry, Wu Zang Temple began to make an untimely haunting, so loud that other people could hear it.

Shen Tang raised her hand to cover her slightly cramped stomach, her hunger made her salivate continuously.

The more you swallow your saliva, the more obvious your hunger will be, which is so strong that it cannot be ignored.

Shen Tang frowned inwardly, he could only divert his attention from the torment of hunger - within sight, a prisoner ate too eagerly, and the pancakes were dry and choked. He kept beating his chest trying to get the pancake stuck in his throat down, and his face gradually turned blue.

Everyone is not surprised.

Neither stepped forward to pat the back, nor handed water.

He struggled to kick his legs and tried to climb up to the person dressed as an official. He stretched out his right hand for help with all his strength, but when he died, his right hand fell weakly, and the latter had no intention of saving him. Muttered: "Unlucky!"

Pulling out the dagger at his waist, he bent down and cut off the skin on the right half of the man near the ear, and threw it into a dirty cloth bag.

Shen Tang: "..."

"It's time to hit the road!"

"Come on!"

"Get up, don't let me whip you!"

Prisoners put back their heavy shackles.

The shackles of female prisoners are small, about thirty-five catties, while the shackles of male prisoners are more than one size larger, weighing fifty if not eighty.

The dozen or so uniformly dressed youths urged and kicked the unresponsive prisoners. If you can't get up after kicking, you can directly whip the whip. The force is so great that when the whip goes down, there will be a finger-wide bloodstain dripping with blood, which is shocking to see.

Shen Tang walked silently, trying to find the memory related to this body.

It turned out to be unfortunate.

Not only did she not get along with the subsistence allowances of the time traveler, she has no memory of the original owner of her body, she was also stolen from her home—except that she knew that she was called Shen Tang, had a pen name called "You Li", and lived by painting, afraid of editing Reminder, other memories are all fuzzy! ! !

Stealing glances at the prisoner and the guards guarding the prisoner, he sighed secretly: [Unlucky, this is the beginning of hell, right? 】

It's really unlucky to open the door for unlucky mother, unlucky home!

No matter what the opening is, the most important thing is your life.

Did you choose to escape halfway?

Or choose to follow the team to the destination, and then wait for the opportunity to escape?

At present, neither option is optimistic.

On the way under the scorching sun, several prisoners fainted to death on the way. They were not allowed to rest overnight until the sky was smudged by the sunset.

Officials gathered together to build a fire, took out the dried meat from the luggage and cooked it in a pottery urn, and then sprinkled a little salt to make a pot of broth.

Shen Tang reacted quickly this time and saved the pancake.

Sitting down on the ground, he chewed the hard and cold pancake carefully, softened it with saliva until he swallowed it, and focused on the official who was talking in a low voice. Although the content of their chat was very fragmentary, they could barely piece together part of the information.

These prisoners belong to the same family.

Surnamed Gong, the young and old in the clan couldn't even escape the servants and maidservants, and all of them were arrested.

Divided into three waves, escorted to the destination in batches.

The men went to the frontier to serve as coolies in the army, and the women were sent to Xiaocheng Jiaofang.

Shen Tang's team is the second batch, most of them are female relatives and maidservants of Gong's mansion, among them there is the old lord with the highest seniority, several young wives in their prime, young and beautiful concubines and aunts, and children of different ages , and the rest are serving servants and maidservants.

She reckoned that her body was either a maidservant or an heir.

When I pinched my bone age, it looked like eleven or twelve.

Men get tattooed on their faces, and women get tattooed behind their ears.

If the prisoner dies halfway, he will cut off the written face or ears as evidence of his head.

She raised her hand to touch her ear, and sure enough, she felt a blood clot that had scabbed behind her left ear.

Shen Tang: "...Damn!"

The new book is on the road, and I have been asking for recommendation tickets for a long time.

7.15, start again.