Chapter 61: The Camp of the Dead

Deacon Yu glanced at Zhao Feichen, who was also suffering from a bitter face, and said to Ye Rin: "After all, this is a military camp, crowded with dirty soldiers, Miss Rinzi has a noble status, how can she stay for a long time?" ā€

Ye Rin sneered: "Don't you know when Miss Ben? There is a camp of attacking monks in the Xicheng station, I will live there, as for Zhao Feichen, of course, he can only stay in the camp of the dead, as long as he dares to come out without authorization, Miss Ben doesn't mind breaking his two legs, the military regulations are like a mountain, even if the wind is close to the night, he can only watch dryly, hehe. ā€

At this time, Deacon Yu and Zhao Feichen's faces became even more bitter.

Dongfang Jun arched his hand and said: "Everything is Miss Lao Rinzi, I have already explained the relevant internal camp, and there is still something to do, so I will leave." ā€

"Say goodbye, don't send it, don't send it." Ye Rin's beautiful eyes turned to Deacon Yu and said with a smile: "Why don't you leave yet?" Didn't you listen to what Lord Dongfang said, he has explained everything, and you don't need to explain it again. Do you want to show favoritism? Be careful, if I sue Venerable Suzaku, you won't be able to eat and walk around. ā€

Deacon Yu's fat face was flushed, and he looked at Zhao Feichen with embarrassment.

Zhao Feichen had no choice but to say: "I admit Deacon Yu's kindness, the slightest contradiction before is not a matter, you ...... You go first! ā€

Deacon Yu said in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, there are a lot of them, I ...... I'll go first. ā€

Deacon Yu had no choice but to retreat, and Ye Rin smiled and said, "The future master of the horse, please enter the urn!" ā€

Zhao Feichen took a deep breath, looked at the sky again, and slowly moved into the camp.

There is nothing unusual about the camp, mixed with different shouts and cheers, there are sergeant drills everywhere, or military formations, or sword training, most of them are shirtless, all of them are fierce, their eyes are full of murderous energy, everyone focuses on training, and no one pays attention to Zhao Feichen who passes by.

The camp was large, with a lot of people, and countless weapons and objects of all kinds, but the overall appearance was quite neat and clean, and it seemed to be well organized and trained.

Under the leadership of the two leading soldiers, Zhao Feichen walked in for a while, and then folded to the side, the neat stone and brick floor suddenly came to an end, and the slightly dusty ground gradually softened, and in the end it no longer raised dust, but it was much softer when stepped on, like a muddy ground splashed with water.

Walking in for a while, the barracks on both sides looked slightly dilapidated, and the smell in his nose began to smell bad, and the feeling of stepping on the muddy ground under his feet couldn't help but remind Zhao Feichen of the black mud swamp.

Ye Rin had already covered his nose and walked on tiptoe like a ballet, his willow eyebrows furrowed, and his face was full of disgust.

Before and after sending Zhao Feichen to the gate of the dead soldiers' camp with an iron high fence and more like a prison than a military camp, she didn't even say a word, and almost flew away.

The two soldiers who led the way struggled to break off the heavy padlocks, pushed the black and rusty iron door open a gap that was too wide, and then grabbed Zhao Feichen's arm from left to right, and threw him into the door, one of them shouted: "There is a newcomer, wait for the third wait." It's still the old rule, you can't die for three days, otherwise you won't eat for three days. ā€

Zhao Feichen was terrified when he heard it. What is the third class of service? What is the number three rule? What three days can't die...... What does it all mean?

The camp was silent, and no one answered.

The soldier who led the way seemed to be accustomed to it, and did not expect anyone to answer, so he closed and locked the door on his own.

The heavy iron door slammed shut, as if completely cut off from the outside world, including the sound, and even the air.

Zhao Feichen couldn't help but cover his nose like Ye Rin, and got up from the ground with support, only to find that he was splashed with black mud that emitted a foul smell. immediately made him feel like he was back in the black mire, but this time he didn't have He Qiao'er to take care of him, and he was left alone.

The camp was really not very large, and it was so empty that it was depressing.

There are about seventeen or eighteen houses of various sizes, scattered on the left and right. Strangely enough, either there were no windows, or the windows were all black, as if they had been coated with a layer of sludge, and there was a wall of astonishing height behind it, like a city wall and an urn city.

Zhao Feichen stood for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked in steps. Walk to the nearest house, lean over the window, and look inside. Suddenly, his feet tightened, and he was dragged into the air by a majestic force, only to hear the sound of Kala, and he immediately knew that his feet and necks were broken.

He Qiao'er had seen this kind of trap before, and he Qiao'er said that as long as it was set properly, let alone a person, even if the bear was a little smaller, it would be pulled into the air and poured down by the instantly taut rope, and let others slaughter it.

The camp, which had been horribly quiet, suddenly became noisy, and raging laughter could be heard everywhere.

"I thought it would be a powerful person, but it was actually a young chick, and I laughed to death."

"Has the world changed? This kind of person also deserves to be sent to us? ā€

"Silly, you laughing ghosts! This guy hasn't even broken the first level, what are we going to play next? ā€

As soon as these words were spoken, the camp fell silent again. After a while, a heavy voice tentatively said, "Why don't you let him go down first and let him start over?" ā€

"What a good idea!"

"Not bad."

"It's still a beast god's brain."

"That's it!"

I only heard a loud sound, and the thick rope hanging upside down Zhao Feichen was cut by the flying knife that came from nowhere.

Zhao Feichen fell to the ground like a leather bag full of fat, splashing mud everywhere, his eyes turned black in pain, he couldn't even scream, he covered his chest, and stiffened on the ground.

It's a shame that the soft mud is deep, otherwise you can break more than a dozen bones in one fell swoop.

Zhao Feichen slowed down for a long time before he had some strength to turn over and lie down, staring at bloodshot eyes and panting heavily.

The animal god just now smiled and said, "Boy, don't get busy!" Rest for a while and regain our strength, so as not to toss to death in three or two strokes, and cause us to have no food for three days. ā€

Zhao Feichen made a ho-ho sound in his throat, and he used all his strength to hold back a few words: "Toss your sister ......"

"Yo, the kid is not very capable, but he is quite horizontal."

"Well, give him some color and see."

"What's the color? Toss him as a sister, or toss him as a sister, be careful that the eldest sister's head cuts you to death. ā€

The crowd burst into laughter.

"White dove you...... You're so good! The beast god seemed to be out of breath with laughter: "No wonder you never take the eldest sister's head seriously, haha!" ā€

The white dove seemed to be annoyed and angry, and said, "What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at, what are you laughing at, are you embarrassed to laugh at me?" Don't forget how you got your nickname, who doesn't know what disgusting things you did to that air-dried pig! The eldest sister punished you for doing a hundred push-ups, and you are still in your thirties! Have a face to laugh at me? ā€

The guy nicknamed the animal god seemed to be hit in the dumb hole in an instant, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Now even Zhao Feichen couldn't help laughing, secretly thinking that I was really not miserable, compared to Ding Bench, tearing off his foot and neck and falling hard, what is a matter!

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