Zhou Wen quickly found a place where no one was, took a mirror from the chaotic space, and looked at his face.

Under this photo, Zhou Wen was stunned immediately.

On his originally smooth forehead, a dark word "slave" appeared, as if it was brushed with ink, and the dragon and phoenix dance were very beautiful.

"Old Yang, what's going on? Are you messing around?" Zhou Wen quickly rubbed it with his hands, but no matter how he rubbed it, the word slave seemed to seep into the flesh and blood, and the word slave was broken, and the word slave was still clearly visible.

The old sheep made an innocent expression very humane, and then wrote a line of words on the ground with his hooves: "I asked you to carry it, but if you don't carry it, I'm not the fault of me."

"Are you talking about that wood?" Zhou Wen was slightly stunned.

The antelope nodded with a smile and looked at the word slave on Zhou Wen's forehead with admiring eyes.

Zhou Wen quickly pulled the wood out of the chaotic space, put it on the ground, and asked the antelope in a very distrustful tone: "To be honest, what is this?"

The antelope looked at Zhou Wen with an innocent face, and his expression seemed to be saying: "I am just a sheep, I can't speak."

Zhou Wen had no choice but to grit his teeth and asked again: "As long as I carry it, the word on my forehead will disappear?"

This time the antelope nodded very quickly, as if it was waiting for Zhou Wen's words.

Zhou Wen tried various methods, but could not remove the marks on his forehead. He could only try it out, raise one end of the wood with both hands, and then carry the wood with his shoulders.

This wood is really heavy, and with Zhou Wen's strength, it feels a bit difficult to carry it.

But now Zhou Wen looked in the mirror and found that the word slave on his forehead had actually disappeared.

Zhou Wen put the wood on the ground, and the word slave appeared again, carried it again, and disappeared again.

"Old sheep, what the hell is this? You can't let me carry it all the time, right?" Zhou Wen had the heart to kill the antelope now, but he just couldn't beat it.

This time, the antelope did not refuse and used its hooves to mark another line of words on the ground: "Go to the imperial capital and terminate the contract."

"What you mean is that as long as you get it to the imperial capital, you can terminate this contract?" Zhou Wen asked.

Seeing the antelope nodding, Zhou Wen asked again: "Then can I put it away and take it to the imperial capital?"

Zhou Wen planned to put a hat on to cover the word "Slave" on his forehead. This wood is too heavy, so I don't have to do anything if I carry it.

"Not afraid of death, you can." Antelope wrote a few concise words.

Zhou Wen suddenly felt a little annoyed and said to himself: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have been mean to speak out. What are the benefits to share with the antelope?"

Suddenly, Zhou Wen realized something was wrong.

With the usual lazy nature of antelope, it would not dig the soil by itself, so it would definitely ask Zhou Wen to help it.

But this time it actually digged the soil by itself, and it was so slow. Zhou Wen recalled the memories now, and the antelope clearly deliberately seduced him into a trap.

"What kind of society is this? Even a sheep can deceive people?" Zhou Wen was a little depressed. It was too late to say anything now. If he questioned the antelope now, it would not only be of no help, but it would also make it laugh.

"Isn't it just to carry a piece of wood to the imperial capital? What a big deal? I, Zhou Wen, don't have anything else, I have the strength." Zhou Wen said, and carried the wood.

"It's so heavy!" Zhou Wen took a few steps and felt like he was sweating.

The length of this wood is about three meters, with a diameter of fifty or sixty centimeters. The density and weight feel similar to steel, which makes Zhou Wen feel a little difficult.

After walking halfway through the street, Zhou Wen felt that this would not work. He was afraid that he would be exhausted halfway before he reached the imperial capital.

After thinking about it, Zhou Wen summoned the Great Wei Vajra Cow, carrying the wood, and then let the Great Wei Vajra Cow carry him, so that he could save some effort.

"This is not a foul, right?" Zhou Wen looked at the antelope.

The antelope nodded, without objecting.

Zhou Wen breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the Great Wei King Kong to continue rushing on his way. With such a piece of wood, he was in no mood. Now he just wanted to arrive at the imperial capital quickly and get rid of the slave word on his forehead.

"That man is a fool, right? He is riding a cow and carrying wood? He doesn't put the wood on the back of a cow?"

"You don't understand this, they are showing off."

“What are you showing off?”

"You can show off your strength, and you can carry a giant tree, show off your mount, and you can carry him and the wood together."

"Haha, it makes sense, but no matter how you look at it, you feel a little stupid!"

People pointed at Zhou Wen’s place where he passed, as if he was looking at a fool, and his turnaround rate was higher than before.

Zhou Wen didn't listen and ignored him, but just urged the Great Viagra to speed up his pace, hoping that he could leave the city as soon as possible and enter the wilderness, so many people wouldn't be watching him.

"Interesting!" On the second floor of a cafe, three men were sitting by the window drinking coffee. One of them saw Zhou Wen riding a Dawei King Kong bull walking through the street.

The other two men also looked into the street and immediately found Zhou Wen.

One of the men's eyes suddenly lit up and said to the other two men: "Dugu Ge, Zhang Chunqiu, why not just use that person to make a bet and decide how to belong to that thing?"

"Let me tell me." Dugu Ge said expressionlessly.

Zhang Chunqiu also smiled and nodded: "As long as it is fair, I have no objection."

"It must be fair. Let's guess when that person will put down the wood on his shoulders. Whoever guesses the closest time, and who will belong to that thing. What do you think?" Xia Liuchuan said.

"Yes." Dugu Ge said directly.

"I have no objection." Zhang Chunqiu also said.

"Hey, you didn't even suspect that I found that person? Do you know him?" Xia Liuchuan looked at the two of them and asked in surprise.

"It's really difficult for Wang Mingyuan's disciple, Mrs. Lan, to know this person now," said Zhang Chunqiu.

"It turns out that he is Zhou Wen." Xia Liuchuan thought about it and then laughed again: "This is just right. As a pure outsider, we will not suffer any loss. We will be fair and just. If we lose, we don't complain."

After a pause, Xia Liuchuan continued, "If it were an ordinary person, after hearing so many rumors, he would probably put down the wood soon. Since he is not an ordinary person, it depends on when he plans to put down the wood and rest. I guess this time will not be too long. It should be around 7 o'clock in the afternoon. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!