Zhumei's matter, Lin Xun almost understood it.

He had planned to go to the white palace to find out, and it would be a matter of convenience to save Takemi when the time came.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if he fails to save Zhumei in the end, Zhuqing will not be too embarrassed by him, after all, the woman herself knows very well that it is very difficult to get people from the hands of the city lord.

"Okay, hurry in, I'll send you directly to the palace, and when you enter the door, I'll let the paper clone attach to your clothes, if you have anything unclear, you can communicate with me at any time."

Takekiyo's paper clone drew a very complex rune mark on the floor, forcibly opening a passage to the outside world. Lin Xun followed her arrangement and got out of that passage, and in the blink of an eye, he stood at the gate of the palace that seemed out of reach.

said that it was "communicate with me at any time", in fact, it meant to monitor Lin Xun's every move at any time, and Lin Xun could still see her careful thinking very clearly.

"I'm curious now if Kari was also locked up by his female assistant."

Lin Xun was thinking so, so he squeezed into the first floor of the palace with the crowd.

The little assistant introduced Lin Xun: "The competition time on each floor here is different, and the lower the competition, the more casual it is, and the shorter the time for them to cultivate."

The slaves at the bottom were the least valuable, and often no one cared about their life and death, and later a more bloody activity was derived, which only required a small amount of gold and stone to buy the life and death of a slave.

When they were on the stage, everyone would watch the slaves on the stage, and those survivors who had managed to defeat all their opponents were carried off the stage with only one breath left.

Such fighters should have been rewarded by the city lord and had a better living environment, but because their lives were bought, they could not get any treatment, and could only watch their bodies die little by little, and in the dark dungeons, the air was not circulating, and they could even smell the stench of rotting flesh on their bodies. ”

"Didn't you get killed by the enemies in the arena, but died in the dungeon?" Lin Xun felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

On the arena in front of him, which was the size of a basketball court, there was a low-level beast fight, and when Lin Xun noticed it, the stage was already full of blood, and only the last five slaves were left fighting hard.

In the center of the arena hangs a large stone tablet with flowing text that shows the marks of the currently alive slaves. Soon, there was only one last mark left on the monument, and that was the only survivor of the field.

Lin Xun glanced at him, and there was a feeling of numbness in his scalp at that time: the survivor only had half of his body left, and the other half had disappeared, and his eyes were so cold, the moment he looked at him, Lin Xun even had a chill down his spine, and he almost turned around and ran away.

"This guy named 'Blue' is really capable, and he actually survived."

"Ah, this slave, it's normal."

"I heard that it was from the Ghost Capital Domain...... Hehe, the place in the Ghost Capital Domain, of course it's different. I've heard that as long as they have one breath left, they can live, even if there is only one head left, hehe......"

"This damn guy, he killed my 'Duo', damn it, and cost me a grain of golden sand."

The surrounding spectators had different expressions, some were elated, and some were mourning.

A grain of golden sand is probably the size of an eye, and even the most clumsy cultivators can point it out, but just such a little bit of gold has buried the lives of many slaves.

Lan walked in the direction of the audience, walking very slowly, his gloomy gaze stared straight at Lin Xun, it was obvious that he was coming for Lin Xun.

"Huh? Does he know me? It shouldn't be. Lin Xun subconsciously wanted to run away.

Lan was getting closer and closer to him, his blood-colored eyes were filled with intense hatred, and a pitch-black flame ignited in his hands, as if he was about to do something to Lin Xun.

Before he could swing his fist, the audience had already let out an exclamation, and these cold-blooded audiences who were laughing and watching the play a second ago were like frightened birds, scrambling to retreat this second.

"Blue, Hugh should be presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Blue's shoulders and knocked him to the ground, extinguishing the flames.

The crowd exclaimed again.

The person who controls the blue at this moment is one of the inspectors of this layer, a man known as "Nightingale", who is very strong.

Lan Leng snorted and said, "Killing people is a fun thing, and you told me this." ”

His eyes were still fixed on Lin Xun, obviously not giving up the idea of killing Lin Xun.

Nightingale frowned and whispered, "I didn't tell you to kill the audience!" If you make such a dangerous move again, don't blame me for not remembering the old feelings. ”

"Whatever you want, if you can really kill me, I have to thank you."

"You're such a madman!"

Nightingale's soldiers soon rushed up and took the blue from him.

Blue closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, allowing the men to tie him up with a rope that resembled wire, throw him into a black metal cage, and transport him to the dungeon.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, there was a little accident here, it's okay now, it's all gone."

The nightingale said sorry or something like that, but his expression was indifferent, and he didn't really feel sorry at all.

In the eyes of these people, the audience below is no more noble than the slaves on the stage, maybe they are still the audience today, and they will be slaves tomorrow, and no one can say for sure about their fate.

The audience did not dare to complain, and they were clearly aware of their status.

Nightingale walked around the auditorium, trying to find out what had made Lan suddenly insane, but until the auditorium was empty, he didn't get anything to gain.

As for Lin Xun, he had already mixed in the ranks of the soldiers, and he slipped away unconsciously.

"It stands to reason that Lan won't go crazy casually, he must have smelled something unusual." Nightingale had doubts in his heart, and he wondered if he should report the matter to the lord of the city, but he was worried that he would blame himself for the trouble.

"Forget it, more is better than less, that guy Lan is a madman, how can a madman do things with so much logic and reason! Maybe it's just that I'm too careful. ”

After all, the nightingale didn't say anything, and waved his hand to let the people below disperse.

He still drifted into the darkness as silently as he came.