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   "Kenyara, why are you helping us?"

Daniel Ferente held a water bag handed over by a black man and drank it with difficulty. His throat was still sore and smoked, and his voice was hoarse. Two white men in ragged clothes took turns taking the water bag , pouring it into his mouth indiscriminately, it is hard to find water that can be safely entered in this ghost place.

  The one named Kenyala was a skinny black man in his forties, with little flesh on his body, not tall, but with bright eyes. He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to organize his words, but he was still peeling the unknown fruit deftly in his hand.

"I, I was only in my teens when I was sold to the manor. I had a difficult time at the beginning. Old Mr. Howlett... No, I'm not saying he's not good!" Kenyala said anxiously , hurriedly explained to a few people indiscriminately.

  Daniel waved his hand, his eyes comforting him gently. Kenyala relaxed a little bit, and continued to stutter, talking not so neatly.

"Mr. Howlett is a good man. He was good when he was young. He was very kind to us, very good. After he became the master, everyone's life is like a dream..." Kenyala The vocabulary is very limited, and the adjectives are basically only "good" and "bad".

"...He asked me if I would help him and accompany you here. He also said that he would give me a large piece of land when I go back. I can cultivate freely and plant whatever I want. The crops I plant are all my own. And...and he told me that at that time, all people like me can be human..."

   After speaking, Kenyala raised her head, smiled shyly, bared her white teeth and finally said, "I believe him."

  Daniel sighed for a long time, took the fruit from Kenyala, and took two bites. The fruit was sweet and the juice was cool.

  He slowed down comfortably, and continued to ask: "But they are... your compatriots, right? This is Ni's hometown. Why do you want to go back to the manor, and even risk your life to escape with us?"

   "They are not my compatriots." Kenyala also ate the fruit, lowered her head and said dully.

"They only think...we are thieves, no matter whether we look the same, or even worse...this is my hometown, I am a Kikuyu, but...it is so difficult to live here... so difficult... "

Kenyala seemed unwilling to talk anymore, and ate the fruit in silence. Daniel on the side didn't ask any more questions when he saw this, and said to the two white men next to him: "It takes another day's journey to get to Mongolia. Barcelona is here, there is a British resource port, we can contact the manor, and find a way to go back!"

   "Alas... It's a pity that only a few of us escaped, Blake, Jason, they all..."

The younger one couldn't help crying. They never expected that this exploration mission would become like this. In addition to the local guides and porters, there were more than 20 people in total, and four of them escaped in the end. There is such a mysterious and terrifying tribe.

"It was my fault. If we hadn't gone that deep. Don't cry David. It would be the happiest thing to be able to escape. As long as we go back, James might still have a way to save them." Daniel shot He patted David on the shoulder, revealing the strange symbols branded on his arm. It seems that this weird brand of some kind of writing has been around for a long time.

"I don't know what James is doing at this time..." Daniel murmured in his heart, reaching out his hand to touch a dark, flat and long ornament in his arms, and slowly rubbed it. He actually knew that there was such a terrible "human" guardian How could James save them?

  ...

   "Ah Choo!"

Maybe he was choked by soot. James couldn't help but sneezed. He rubbed his nose and stood by the boiler leaning on a shovel. Compared with the delicate stretching in the past, he looks more like a cowboy at the moment.

   "This is not the place for you, little girl Jamie." Victor was naked, his whole body was shiny, sweat dripped down, and the fire of the steam boiler illuminated his granite-like muscles, shining bright red.

   While talking about the stalks he likes to tease James most, he is holding a shovel that looks like a small wooden stick in his hand, and keeps adding coal to the boiler.

  James was not annoyed, and replied calmly: "If you can use your brain and think about what I teach you, you won't look like a chicken that fell into the water."

  Compared to Victor sweating profusely from being steamed by the boiler, James didn't sweat a single drop. Except for a little soot rubbed on his clothes, he was still very refreshed.

  After reaching the level of strength in practice, James has improved his control over his body. The opening and closing of his own pores is as easy as instinct, and the regulation of body temperature and the peristalsis of internal organs have become the ability to control himself.

  Victor paused, and said disdainfully: "Hmph! Who cares about practicing those strange things."

  James took out the exquisite copper cigar box he made in his pocket, lit it on the fire, smoked it for a while, and tentatively said, "Maybe you can beat me after practicing."

  Victor stopped suddenly, did not speak again, and continued to add coal to the boiler after a while.

For the sake of convenience, the steam train escorted by James and Victor did not even bring the conductors and workers with them, in case Adam's attack would cause harm to these ordinary people. As for the basic operation of the steam train, it is not difficult. Work hard to add coal to the boiler yourself.

More than half of the journey has passed, and the sky is gradually darkening. At the current speed, we can arrive at the cargo terminal near Gettysburg at dawn. Tonight, we can finally meet the so-called ancestors of the blood race. James and Victor, both very excited.

   Night falls, miles ahead.

Adam and Wadoma stood aside, watching a few blood races prying the rails with iron bars, and others lifting boulders and stacking them in the middle of the road. Wadoma waved his hand to disperse the dust in the air. He asked without end: "Do you have to wait?"

   "Do you really think you can stop it with just a few stones?" Adam looked very serious, and Wadoma couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen him look serious.

   "My innocent sister, you must not escape when it is time to face it. Are you worried that I will lose?"

  Vadoma lowered his eyebrows and said tremblingly: "He and his brothers have killed too many of our compatriots. There has never been such a human being, never..."

"It's your compatriots." Adam gently lifted the hair near Wadoma's ears, stroked her long and narrow cheeks, and said softly: "Is it because it's been too long, have you forgotten? Forgot that you are all just mine Creation."

   Woohoo! Woo!

  The sharp whistle of the steam train came from not far away, and the rhythmic sound of the rails hitting was getting closer. The high beams in front of the train illuminated Adam's pale face. He licked the corners of his mouth and smiled happily