Chapter 821, Slave Trade!
"Oh, it's still a gamble after all?" Duanmu Xuan asked.
"That's right, you can gamble with everything you have here, and of course the price is high." The masked man smiled.
"Interesting." After Duanmu Xuan finished speaking, he wandered around this soul arena, which was a huge square. There are countless gambling games in the square. There are also many stalls.
"Business is going on here? Could it be that there are other deals here? I turned my head to look at the masked man, who knew that the masked man smiled, and then said, "In this soul arena, anything can be traded. As long as you have enough life coins. ”
"Oh, really?" Duanmuxuan and I walked to a stall, and there were a lot of things in it. All of them are precious jadeite, and the price is only a few life coins.
Life Coins have become expensive currency here, after all, there is nothing more important than the life of a coin.
Behind us, the Masked Man explained, "In the Soul Arena, Life Coins are indispensable. With Life Coins. You can do whatever you want, and without Life Coins, you'll be useless. ”
"What's the difference between a Soul Arena and a Soul Bar?" I looked at him and asked.
"Actually, it's no different. It's just that the Soul Arena Coin Soul Bar is more advanced. All soul bars have access here. It can be said that this is the exchange. The masked man replied.
"So, anyone can get here through the Soul Bar? I'm afraid it's a place where people from all over the world come together, right? I asked.
"That's right, that's right, you see, there are Arabs, there are Chinese, there are blacks." The masked man said, pointing to the people around him.
"So what is the Soul Arena, the biggest gamble? I'm interested. I said.
"You'll need to figure it out for yourselves. I'll leave first, and if you want to come back, you can do so from the same entrance. The masked man said, and he turned away.
And Duanmu Xuan and I glanced at each other, and then walked up in this soul arena, looking at everything around me, the more I walked, the more shocked my mood became. Because this terrible soul arena is simply a small city.
I don't know how many people come here and live here. Here I can see Chinese people from different regions. Even people from other countries. They spoke with different accents and were communicating with each other.
All this makes me feel the power of the soul bar, if there is a soul bar in every region. Every Soul Bar has access to the Soul Arena.
Then the number of people affected. I'm afraid it can't be calculated. The expansion of the Dead Nation is simply too fast.
Looking at the crowd in the square, my expression was a little shocked. The number of these people is at least in the tens of thousands. And the entire square can't see the edge at a glance, and I don't know how big the soul arena is.
"This Soul Arena is similar to the City of Despair. It's just that compared to the City of Despair, it's not a dangerous place. Duanmu Xuan said.
"Yes, there is no half-yearly erasure. But it's definitely not a good place either. Because this is a place where life is traded. I said with a sigh on my face.
In the Soul Arena, there are a lot of people. Like a huge trading ground, it was full of merchants. It's all over the place, it's a bargain. And the currency they use is Life Coins.
To my surprise, I saw a large number of tents on the side.
Dense tents were piled up, a gust of wind blew, and a faint smell wafted through. Where my eyes look. There seem to be a lot of them.
So I found a guy and asked, "Where is it?" Why are there so many tents? ”
"Where you say!
Following the direction of my finger, the man looked over. Only soon he shook his head.
There was disdain and contempt in the words, as if he was disgusted with the place.
"A place for a bunch of rubbish people!"
"Waste?"
I was stunned, and I didn't understand what people were saying.
"A group of people who have consumed all life coins, many of them are waiting to die. They're just a bunch of trash. So let them fend for themselves there. ”
I've been talking to this guy for a long time, and I have a deep understanding of the Soul Arena. In the Soul Arena, there is a strict hierarchy.
The best people are the managers. They are the managers of the Soul Bar. Medium is the one with a lot of pockets. A merchant with countless life coins. Together with the managers, they monopolized the entire market.
And the lowest level is none other than these ordinary people. Many of these ordinary people don't have many life coins, and then they have been deceived and squeezed☆ and can only die in agony.
When I heard this, my face was full of shock. How cruel this Soul Arena is. No less than a soul bar. It's even more terrifying. Because there are so many Life Coins here.
I thanked him, and then continued to walk with Duanmuxuan in the exchange. There is nothing that sells anything on the exchange☆ What surprised us was the slave trade.
"Big brother, this is my wife. It's only thirty years old, look at it, it's absolutely obedient. Only fifty life coins. Just give fifty life coins and she'll be yours! ”
"Big brother, look at my daughter. Take a look, it's only sixteen, it's still a chick, I only need ten life coins, big brother, take a look! ”
"This big brother, the new arrival in this store, is definitely a virgin. Welcome to buy. The price is absolutely child-friendly! ”
As soon as we entered the slave market, countless people flocked to us. At the same time, we kept talking, and some of us knelt down.
We were overwhelmed by all this. Because there was a slave trade here? That's an exaggeration.
You must know that the slave trade is a product of the last era. In this day and age, there is no such thing at all. But in the Arena of Souls, we really see it.
All this made me a little dumbfounded, so I asked the owner of a slave shop☆ At first he didn't bother to pay attention to me, and after I gave him a life coin, he immediately smiled and talked freely.
"With regard to the slave trade, it is a normal thing here. Everybody basically buys something and goes back. This is not surprising at all. The boss smiled.
"But who made this to treat people as trading tools?" I asked, looking at me in amazement.
"You say this? I don't know the specifics, it's just that the slave market appeared because of the first batch of people who consumed their own life coins. The boss said.
"And then?" I continued.
"You know, the scariest thing in the world is not death. Instead, wait for death. Waiting for death is long and torturous. At this time, in order to survive, this group of people is willing to pay some, even if they sell their wives and daughters. Hence the slave market. ”
"In the beginning, the slave market existed because some people wanted to sell something in exchange for life coins. Later, it became formal. Like with me. There were slaves everywhere. If you want to buy it, you can do so at any time. The boss said triumphantly.
"So, the people who sold us just now are the ones who used up their life coins?" I asked again.
"Of course not, these people are all old fritters, and for them, it's nothing at all. It's just fake. But there are real ones. There's a lot of this kind of stuff here. The boss said nonchalantly.
But my mood was distorted and shocked. In this soul arena, everyone's souls are being distorted, and one by one they can even give their own dignity in order to pursue profits.
There are many people who sell their wives and relatives in exchange for money. What a ridiculous thing this is.
"I want to know, how many people are sold every day?" I asked.
"I haven't counted, but there are at least 500 people a day. Everyone buys women, especially beautiful women, who are the best sellers. You can sell it at any time. The boss said.
"Alright, that's the problem. Thank you. I turned around and left, but my face was even more ugly.