[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

Chapter 327: Transmigrating into the Egyptian God Chapter: The Slave Trader Who Ended Miserably (5)

The female slaves were tied up by their wrists and ankles, and two of them ran away. He was really afraid that these women would follow suit.

He looked so gloomy that if you didn't know him, you would think he had just crawled out of the ground.

Just looking at that face made Qi Heng feel nauseous. He disliked the original owner no more than he did the old man.

In the original owner's memory, the number of slaves he abducted and sold could not be counted with two or four hands.

The rampant trafficking of human beings began when the desert god Set ruled Egypt...

He didn't care about government affairs at all, and left it entirely to his most loyal believers.

Set, the god of desert and storms, will protect travelers and caravans in the desert from being troubled by storms, but at the same time, the storms that bring disasters are also controlled by Set.

This is a god who is both good and evil, and most of those who believe in him are profit-oriented businessmen.

It is easy to imagine what the situation would be like if merchants controlled Egypt.

After a century of transition, the profit-maximizing human trafficking has completely shifted from underground to above-ground, and people are arrested openly without any cover-up.

And the reason they do evil is always Set...

When offering slaves to the Lord Set, unqualified ones can be screened out, and only a very small number of slaves can actually be offered to Set.

Believing in Set, the god of the desert, is just an excuse for them to do evil.

Seth allowed this to happen without any restraint. Compared with Osiris, he was not a qualified ruler.

Qi Heng had too many thoughts in his mind, so he remained silent for a long time.

When he came back to his senses from his trance, the god who was originally lying on the couch had climbed up again and was looking at Qi Heng, with the mouth of the animal crown on his head almost touching Qi Heng's forehead.

Qi Heng had reason to suspect that without the crown, Set would come closer.

The pupils hidden under the crown exude a light of inquiry and danger...red eyes...

Qi Heng unconsciously moved back. Being stared at by a strange god whom he had just met made Qi Heng feel a chill down his spine.

There was a hint of wariness in his eyes.

But soon Sett returned to normal, smiling and patting Qi Heng on the shoulder.

"Why are you just standing there ignoring me? Speak."

It was as if everything that happened just now was just an illusion.

Qi Heng lowered his head and said respectfully, "Dear Lord God, I don't have a favorite slave. You can... arrange it as you like."

“I understand. Don’t worry.

Then take care of my business first."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the divine servant took his orders and walked into the crowd with a few strong men.

Immediately, screams of resistance were heard from the crowd.

One female slave after another was carried out and thrown to the ground, including the female slave brought by He Lao.

Qi Heng clenched his fists and said, "Lord God, what are you going to do with so many girls?"

The clergymen behind him gasped and secretly admired Qi Heng for having the courage to question Seth. He really wanted to die.

"What? I'm just curious about what Isis looks like in human disguise.

You are so brave to save Osiris right under my nose! "

Seth gritted his teeth when he spoke every word. He worked hard to force Osiris into a desperate situation. His body was sealed in various places in Egypt and his soul was sent to the underworld.

Now, all the corpses have been dug out by Isis and put back together. When Seth found out about this, he vomited to death.

That bastard, that trash, that pervert who covets someone else's wife!

"I want all women who look like Isis to serve in the temple, to disgust that guy!"

Qi Heng: “…?” He didn’t understand, but respected.

Things went on in an orderly manner until it was Mr. He's turn.

He Laoben just wanted to secretly look up and observe the face of Lord Set.

But when he saw through the layers of veil who the man whose shoulders were held by Seth was, He Lao almost screamed out loud!!!

Xiao Heng! ?

Seth could not escape the old man's instant calculation and the look he cast over him.

A small tornado arose in the room without any wind, and lifted He Laojuan up to the stone steps.

"Lord God, Lord God, please spare my life!" He Lao slammed his knees hard on the ground. He didn't dare to ask the reason and immediately begged for mercy frantically.

"Oh? Tell me where you went wrong."

Seth folded his arms and looked at He Lao coldly.

Just now, the look in his eyes when he looked at the stone steps was... disgusting.

There is a hatred that wants to crush it to pieces, and an even stronger desire that cannot be dissolved.

It was the look a man gave a woman, and Seth noticed it almost instantly.

Seth knew that the look was not directed at him, but past him towards someone behind him.

Without thinking twice, he brought the man up and interrogated him.

“I…it’s all my fault that my look just now was too offensive and made the Lord God unhappy.

But I didn’t mean it!

Please make your own decision, the man behind you is the escaped slave from my caravan!

I really didn’t expect that he would appear beside the Lord God after he disappeared.”

The old man said a lot of words to express his loyalty, but Seth's attention had shifted back to Qi Heng's body, and he looked him up and down with a frown.

Qi Heng couldn't see Set's expression under his crown, but his pursed lips showed that he was in a bad mood.

"You are a slave?"

Qi Heng lowered his eyes and asked, "What is considered a slave in Egypt?"

Seth opened his mouth to make it easier for Qi Heng to put the grape flesh into his mouth.

Just as they were about to chew, their lips accidentally rubbed against each other's fingers. They were both stunned and pretended nothing happened.

"A real slave must have a slave stamp, a contract of sale, and other formalities."

"How many procedures?"

"I don't know either, just tell me whether there are slave marks left on your body by the merchants using fire.

If there is, I will help you erase it."

Qi Heng recalled the original owner's memory and shook his head, "I don't have any mark on my body."

"Oh, then you're not a slave."

Seth lay back on the couch, enjoying the fanning of the gods on both sides.

He told Seth how the veteran general Qi Heng lost the little slave and asked him to take his place, but he had no sense of responsibility and ran away.

As for the slave mark, it is only a matter of time.

Implicitly, Qi Heng is a slave of the caravan. If the Lord God wants to keep him, please do not forget to reward the caravan.

Set waved his hand in agreement, grinning and jokingly turned back, "No wonder Horus sticks to you.

If you hadn't escaped, you would have become a commodity in his place, bought and sold. It's too much of a price to pay to save a little kid."

Qi Heng didn't want to say more. He just glanced at the group of female slaves in the corner of the temple.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that a few of the people he knew were safe.

This selection ended quickly.

Seth returned to the bedroom early, while Qi Heng had to stay and clean up the temple with other clergymen.

Qi Heng was assigned to sweep the floor. Just as he swept to the corner, an old hand stretched out from behind a huge pillar, grabbed Qi Heng's arm and dragged him into the darkness.

Seeing the old man in front of him clearly, Qi Heng was alert and asked, "What is He Lao doing?"

"What do you think? Xiao Heng ran away just to seduce the Lord God, he is really resourceful.

Tell me, what did you do to make the Lord God like you so much?"

The original owner's clothes were a little different from those in Egypt. He also had clothes on his upper body and was wrapped tightly all over.

He Lao grabbed Qi Heng's collar and pulled it down with force.

There was a sound of tearing, and the clothes, which were not of very good quality, were torn into two tattered pieces.

He Lao smiled lewdly and touched Qi Heng's chest. "It's really top-notch... No wonder you usually cover it up so tightly, are you afraid of being coveted if it's exposed?"

Qi Heng frowned and wanted to kill He Lao right here, but reason told him that he couldn't do that. The consequences of killing someone in the temple would be disastrous.

It’s not too late to take action after you get out...

He raised his foot and was about to kick the man out, but unexpectedly, a sharp thorn made of sand pierced He Lao's heart, and blood splattered all over Qi Heng's face.

The old man fell to the ground in disbelief. Before he died, he saw the God Lord Set walking towards Xiao Heng with urgent steps.

He only dared to approach Xiao Heng after he saw with his own eyes the Lord God being escorted out of the temple.

The only people left cleaning up the temple are small fry, who would pretend to be deaf and dumb even if they heard strange noises.

But He Lao never expected that Seth would strike back.

"Fuck, are you a fool?! Don't you know how to resist?!

It's just an old man, kill him! Why don't you move? Are you scared?

Are you a man or a woman? You are so timid!

How can you be fooled by such rubbish..."

Seth walked closer, wanting to see if Qi Heng was injured.

Qi Heng avoided Seth's outstretched hand and bowed his head respectfully.

"Sorry, I'm fine. I was just struggling over whether or not to kill him in the temple, so I was a little slow to react."

"That's it? You can kill a piece of trash anywhere, and this Lord God will not punish you.

Hey, your clothes..."

Seth looked at the wide open chest with a complicated expression.

"I'll go down and clean it up now."