The Human Whose Spine Was Broken! A Slave?

Just as Lin Ming prepared to set out for Scarlet Valley to meet the so-called Blood Claw Lord,

a burst of noisy commotion suddenly came from around a corner in the ruins ahead—heavy footsteps, the sharp crack of whips striking flesh, low shouts and crying, and a stench of blood mixed with filth drifting over on the wind.

The refugees, who had just been weeping with gratitude over a piece of bread, instantly turned deathly pale upon hearing it, as though they had heard a death knell!

Without even caring about the scraps of food still in their hands, they scrambled up from the ground like startled quails, rushed frantically to both sides of the road, and dropped to their knees in unison. They buried their heads deeply, their bodies trembling with fear.

"Quick! Kneel! Lord Wolf Fang is here!"

"Don't you dare look up! They'll gouge out your eyes!"

"Young Master Lin! Get down on your knees!"

Seeing that Lin Ming was still standing where he was without the slightest intention of kneeling, the leading woman grew as frantic as an ant on a hot pan. She hurriedly lowered her voice and urged him anxiously.

Lin Ming frowned slightly. Looking at the refugees kneeling on the ground like frightened birds, then at the approaching procession in the distance, he shook his head. His tone was calm, but tinged with confusion.

"Kneel? Why should I kneel?"

"Oh, there's no time to explain! Kneel now! Otherwise, you'll lose your life!"

The woman was so anxious she was nearly in tears. She even reached out to tug at Lin Ming's robe, trying to make him kneel as well.

But Lin Ming stood rooted to the ground without moving an inch. He merely stood there quietly, his calm gaze fixed on the steadily