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However, their movements were very natural, completely unlike those who were invisible.
There were about a dozen of these ethnic minorities, most of whom were sitting on the ground, battered and bruised. Some leaned against trees, while others lay on the ground, groaning incessantly. Their bodies were covered in scars of varying depths, some so deep that bones were visible.
In the midst of them stood a burly black man, feathers stuck in his hair. He was waving his arms as if arguing with the soldiers, but the soldiers merely laughed, as if they were watching a joke unfold.
Isn't that the black man who drugged me?
I frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into my mind.
At that moment, a commander stepped out from the crowd, holding a knife in one hand and a book in the other. He approached the man and threatened a woman sitting on the ground with the knife.
The woman had disheveled hair and tattered clothes, her exposed skin marred with scars. She hung her head low, making it difficult to see her face. Beside her lay a lifeless body—the one with feathers in his hair.
I widened my eyes in shock and couldn't help but take a step forward.
What had those people done?
Anger surged within me as I clenched my fists, wanting desperately to rush out and save them. But reason told me I couldn't do that.
Setting aside whether I could even save them by rushing out, if I caused them to lose their lives, I would truly become a sinner.
I needed to assess the situation first and look for an opportunity.
I bit my lip and forced myself to calm down.
I carefully observed the group, noticing that aside from the woman sitting on the ground and the man lying down, everyone else was gathered around the black man, seemingly pleading with him for something.
I shifted my gaze back to the commander. The knife in his hand glinted coldly, while in the firelight, he held onto that yellowed book with his other hand.
It was an old book that looked like it had seen better days; its cover was blue with what seemed to be some kind of drawing on it, but it was too far away for me to see clearly.
The group of ethnic minorities seemed very concerned about that book; their eyes were always fixed on it. Could it be their treasure?
If I get that book, can I use it to exchange for these people's freedom?
The general clearly lost his patience. He glared and angrily shouted, "You bunch of barbarians! If it weren't for the Emperor's mercy, you would have been killed long ago!"
He paused and continued, "As long as you reveal the secret of the Wangmu Technique and help the Emperor restore his sight, I will spare your lives."
Wangmu Technique?
I frowned, what is that?
The Emperor?
I blinked, could it be...
I looked at the ethnic minorities and then at the general, feeling a sense of shock.
If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Great Western Kingdom, right?
Historically, the Emperor of the Great Western Kingdom was Zhang Xianzhong!
I actually ended up in the Great Western Kingdom!
I widened my eyes as I looked at those severely injured people, feeling a wave of sadness.
According to historical records, Zhang Xianzhong was known for his brutality and love for killing. Wherever his army went, they would burn, kill, and loot without mercy.
This group must have been attacked by Zhang Xianzhong's army, which is why they were so badly injured.
That book...
I frowned again; what exactly is that book?
They seem so anxious about it; it must be something very important to them.
I glanced at the general and then at the group of ethnic minorities, feeling a bit hesitant.
If that book is indeed crucial to them, could I snatch it away to distract those soldiers and save that group of people?
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