Participation

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He tried to push himself up from the ground, only to immediately discover that his hands had been bound at the wrists with some kind of yellowish-brown hemp rope. Exerting strength was rather uncomfortable.

"You worthless dog! What are you dawdling for?! If you're not dead, get up and keep walking! If you delay our lord's business, I'll skin you alive!"

Crack!

Along with a strange yet familiar curse from behind and to the side, a whip cracked, and the pain that had just awakened Wu Di flared across his back again.

"I'm..."

He immediately gritted his teeth and endured the lash, struggling to his feet as he hurried forward across this unfamiliar land.

More than ten meters ahead, he saw over a hundred men and women being driven along just like him. Their hands were all bound, and they too wore nothing but tattered hemp clothing. Some were even barefoot, their feet red and swollen, trudging numbly onward like corpses amid the howling winter wind.

Driving them were more than a dozen men on short horses, long sabers hanging at their waists. Each wore a thick padded coat and a large cotton cap, with long whips in hand and expressions as cold as the biting wind.

"Where is this? Did I transmigrate?"

After catching up to the crowd ahead and blending into it, Wu Di felt the threat of being whipped temporarily disappear. A powerful sense of confusion rose in his heart. He remembered seeming to have been in a serious car accident on the highway. Logically, when he woke up, he should have been on the highway or in an emergency ward. How had he suddenly arrived in this strange world, a barren place that seemed straight out of ancient times?

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