叶凡猛地睁开眼，刺目的阳光让他眯了眯眼。这阳光怎么这么亮？他挣扎着想坐起来，却发现浑身酸痛得像被十几辆卡车碾过。嘶他倒吸一口凉气，低头看向自己。身上穿着粗布麻衣，身下是硬邦邦的木板，鼻尖萦绕着一股淡淡的屎尿味？

叶凡 Immediately got up and found himself in a small, dimly lit room with straw matting on the floor. He looked around and saw a table and two chairs made of bamboo. This is a slave's room! he thought, a wave of nausea surging through him. He had been a slave before his death, but he never imagined he would come back to life in such a humiliating way.

"Food?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

A young slave girl, no more than sixteen, brought him a bowl of coarse rice and some stale vegetables. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, as if she thought he would eat her alive.

叶凡 took a bite of the rice and spat it out. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice trembling with anger.

The girl hesitated for a moment before answering, "You're in the slave camp of Lord Blackwood."

Lord Blackwood?叶凡's eyes narrowed. He had heard the name before. He was a powerful warlord who ruled this land with an iron fist.