Open eyes.
Clang, clang, all around was the sound of stones being struck.
Zhang Feng looked at the tattered hemp clothing on him, then at the pickaxe in his hand, and finally glanced at the people around him chipping stones.
This was an ancient mining site.
'One moment I was a councilor, the next I'm chipping stones.
This kind of adventurous life is indeed quite absurd.'
Zhang Feng was contemplating, feeling it was quite amusing.
But when he saw a few overseers holding whips ahead.
Zhang Feng chose to chip stones while exploring his memories.
At a glance, those people had some strange skills.
Currently, I can't defeat them, it's better to stay steady and see what this world is about.
About a second.
Zhang Feng understood that he was a beggar, and during his wandering period, was captured by these people to do labor.
But before becoming a beggar, he was a child of a small sect disciple, living a carefree life.
