Before long, the slaves gathered hesitantly in the village.
They cautiously gathered in front of the village's main house, where they got a clear view of the slave master's hanging corpse.
But what happened next was something Tang Wen hadn't expected.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Men and women, young and old—their knees gave out, and every one of them knelt before the old slave master's corpse. They kowtowed, striking their heads against the ground again and again.
Tang Wen, the spectator, grew impatient.
He quietly rose and snuck back into the village.
Bai You Ruo and Bai Xue followed.
"The master was killed by that strange noise! I am the village steward, and now I am the new master! You will all kneel before me! Kneel!"
Tang Wen's expression was strange as he watched the skinny, dark-skinned old man. He truly couldn't understand where the man found the audacity to say such a thing.
"By what right? A steward is just a steward," someone retorted.
