I was looking at the second floor of the underworld.

Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped.

People always divide the crowd into two opposing kinds, such as the pretty and the ugly, the strong and the weak, the free and the tame, the sincere and the hypocritical, the warrior and the literati, the own and the outsider, the man and the woman, the young and the old, the tall and the short, the Gyeonggi and the out-of-town, the southern and the northern, the religious and the unbelieving......

As far as the first and second levels of the underworld are concerned, their distinguishing characteristics are: the first layer is orderly, and the second layer is chaotic.

I rarely see quarrels on the first floor, everyone is doing their own thing, everyone is useful to everyone, all are indispensable.

And the second layer is simply a disaster, and there is no one who does not fight with the other.

Although the first floor also often died, but all died of illness or accidents, while the second floor was beaten to death, even starved to death—he was too weak to grab food.

The first level of hierarchy is fixed, and if you want to change, you must be capable, have prestige, and be helpful to others. And the second level of the hierarchy is changing at any time, if you want to change, just subdue your superior, or even kill him, no one cares anyway.

Thirty of us were walking on the ground on the second floor, and the people on the second floor were fighting each other.

From the entrance on the second floor to the cooking class, only a few hundred meters away, I saw two fights, one of which killed someone.

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I took a closer look at the second floor of the Underworld.

The so-called second floor, of course, is the second basement floor, which is below the basement floor. The first to the second level is through a ladder of more than 100 meters.

I cautiously climbed down and found that the second floor turned out to be another Chang'an Palace! It's just that it's even more broken and broken than the one above, even the stone is broken, and the glass is gone.

I used to think that there was only one Chang'an Palace in this world, and I was wrong - because there were two, but I was wrong, in fact, there were three. But how many there are, who knows? Maybe we're all over the Chang'an Palace below us.

The second floor is similar to the first, but there are fewer people. The sign on the road reads:

"Cooking class

Master class

Management class

Doctor's class

Anti-electric class

Mixed classes. ”

The so-called mixed class is the person who has been transferred down from the first floor. They were crammed into a large room, on the lowest floor.

It turns out that they also have a doctor's class and an anti-electricity class! So why not? The first floor is full of fever infections, and the second floor is full of electric people, what do they eat?

The second floor is hotter, stuffier and more humid than the first floor, and the cooking class is in the innermost part of the second floor, where it is hotter, stuffier and more humid. As soon as I entered the door of the cooking class, I knew why - because there was a large boiling pool with a diameter of more than ten meters in the cooking class!

The steam mixed with the heat and the smell came to our faces, and everything was wet, and the walls, the roof, us, and even the torches were not burning.

The fog in the darkness was like a fairyland—well, hell.

I shook the torch and found several corpses on the ground—apparently corpses, motionless, fists clenched, limbs tense, faces drowning in ankle-deep water, if not electrocuted.

Thirty of us looked at these curiously, pointing at the corpses.

Someone said, "I heard that there is poisonous gas in the lake of hell, were these people poisoned?" ”

Someone said, "How can we have electricity when we are so deep?" ”

Someone said, "It must be poison gas!" You see, there are no wounds. If the electricity dies, won't the electricity rot? I used to be in Chang'an Li Mansion, and a person was electrocuted, and his whole body was electrocuted. ”

The man who brought us shouted, "All in!" Fast! ”

Who dares to enter? People are grinding outside, but they just don't go in. The man got angry and kicked one in. But he was fine, he was trembling, it was scary. Then a few more went in, still fine. Everyone went in, and they were still fine.

Someone said, "Isn't that all right?" Scary! ”

We carried out the five bodies on the ground. The dead men were like convulsions, their hands and feet tense, their fingers bent like chicken paws.

The person who brought us here smiled maliciously: "Hehe, sometimes it's okay." ”

With a wave of his hand, dozens of transport squads came. They transported the bodies away and brought dozens of baskets of minced meat from the warehouse squad (mind you, I don't know the warehouse squad at this time, nor where the warehouse squad is).

Let me describe the work of the cooking class. Cooking rice is not an art at all, but a purely manual job. There are no iron pots at all, but more than a dozen large stone pots. The stone pot was one meter wide and one meter deep, and more than a dozen people carried it into the boiling hot tub, and then put the water and meat filling into it. After it is cooked, it is packed in stone buckets, and the transport team is transported out, and everyone eats it with stone bowls and chopsticks.

It turns out that this is how the broth I have eaten for more than two months came about!

I saw that several of the stone barrels actually contained some plant leaves! These things are not green, but yellow, like yellow leeks. Why is there such a thing a thousand meters underground?

I haven't eaten a vegetarian diet in two months and haven't pooped in a month! I asked a man, "Brother, where do these leaves come from?" Who eats it? ”

He whispered, "The bosses eat!" You don't ask, whoever asks will die! ”

Ay! There are no privileges on the first floor, Li Youfu and Zhang Tiegang eat the same as everyone else, and the second floor is so bad!

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After working in the cooking class for more than ten days, I am also familiar with the second basement floor.

Although the first floor is also divided into managers and the governed, it is by prestige, not by violence. If a person bullies or hits someone, he will be beaten by many people at once, and his position will be removed. The so-called removal means that everyone does not listen to him and elects a new leader.

But that's not the case at all on the second basement floor.

The so-called "doctor's class" and "anti-electric class", they have long since died, so there is no such class. Their rooms were occupied in "mixed classes" - slave classes, in fact.

And the "management class" and the "master class" are slave owners.

Therefore, the hierarchy of the underworld is clearly bounded. The "management class" and the "master class" control the life and death of the "mixed class".

One day, a transport crew accidentally spilled the broth in a stone barrel. Actually, he can't be blamed for that, because the stone handle of the stone bucket fell off on its own. Sooner or later, things will break down, and it is impossible if they are not broken. If someone is responsible for every broken thing, then how can it be done?

But they don't care! With a wave of his hand, the guards summoned all the people of the mixed squad and beat him with stone sticks in front of hundreds of people. As a result, it took only eighty hits in a hundred strokes, and the man died. The manager said, "Send it out!" The rest of the transport squad carried the dead man away, and they didn't know where it went.

When he was beaten, hundreds of people watched with trepidation, as quiet as a dead man.

The cooking class I was in was considered upper-class, so the food I lived in was okay, similar to my in the first floor.

But the mixed class is far worse, far worse than the above.

There was not a single flash of fire in their room, it was a black hole. The entrance to the cave is only one meter high, and it was deliberately closed like this! Each of them had to put on leg cuffs and shackles when they entered, and they would take them off the next day, and they were usually locked in a black hole every day except for work. You must know that no one is handcuffed or handcuffed on the first floor, and there are a few hours of wind time every day, and the squad leader can even move at will.

I haven't been inside a black hole, but I've asked them. They said that there were people next to each other inside, and the air was very stuffy. Sometimes, they can feel their companions' body temperature slowly getting lower, and they are still alive at night, and they are dead in the morning. After reporting the time of several shifts every morning, the first thing is to clean up the dead bodies in the room.

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The riots were not long in coming.

Dozens of people surrounded a guard who was beating people. The guard saw a man lying on the ground and couldn't drive him away, so he kicked him in the head hard.

The surrounded guard said in horror: "It's none of my business! The boss made me do this. He said that no one was allowed to eat in prison. ”

Angry people kicked him and said, "Eat idle food? We do all the work, and you are the ones who eat leisurely! The master class and the management class are the ones who eat idle food! ”

While I was fighting, a few people came. Those people were neatly dressed, five big and three coarse, and they were obviously two kinds of people from this group of slaves—they were masters of the class.

The leader is the third master Qian Qinglong. He shouted, "Against you! Don't want to live anymore? ”

Dozens of people surrounded them. People shouted, "Don't live anymore, fight with them." ”

The dozens of people with stones and sticks in their hands, and many others with leg cuffs, rushed towards the people.

Ten seconds later, they were all dead.

I have to say that the third master is a master of one in a thousand, and his body shape is so fast that people can't see it clearly.

The third master said to the hundreds of onlookers, "Who else?" Who else is not afraid of death? ”

No one spoke. The torch shines on everyone who is silent.

The third master clapped his hands and said, "Drag them away!" Notify the above, send down a hundred honest people down! ”

At this time, I found out that one of the thugs turned out to be Shakyatou! His hair grew three or four centimeters, but the thirteen ring scars were still conspicuous.

He recognized me at once, too. He grabbed me with all of them and said, "You bastard! How dare someone kill me! ”

He raised his fist and was about to hit me. Just this fist hit me in the head, that's certain death!

I shouted, "Third master! Third Master! ”

The third master turned to look at me.

I said, "It was the third master who beat you, not me!" There is a debtor and a debtor! Besides, I'm in the cooking class now, kill me, who will cook. ”

The third master said to Shakyatou: "Monk! Let's go, kill him and who will cook for you? ”

Shakya shook his fist at me and threw me a few meters away.

My back hurts.