When Chijin opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dark, damp room.

There was not even a bed in the small room, only two rows of thatched mats were simply laid out, and the walls were stained with gray and yellow because of the peeling off of the wall skin and the dampness of the air, which was dirty and disgusting. The air in the room was also unpleasant, and the body odor mixed with the unpleasant smell of blood and rotting flesh was disgusting.

He sat up, glanced around, and saw that there were seven or eight people crammed into such a small room, and the empty thatched mats showed that no one had returned.

The eight men in the room were dressed in uniform gray short, coarse cloth pants, and their bare skin was densely covered with wounds, some of which had scabs, others were dripping with yellowish-white pus, and mosquitoes and flies were buzzing around on them.

As if they were used to it, they didn't rush it, and lay straight on the thatched mats like wood, or closed their eyes and pretended to sleep, or stared blankly at the gray and old roof. Turning a blind eye to the arrival of Chijin, a new member, no one stepped forward to speak up, and at the same time, a thick dead air lingered in the room.

Chijin sniffed and searched for the smell to find an unrecognizable corpse lying on a cushion on the back of the room.

The owner of the corpse may have been dead for no more than a day, because he didn't have corpse spots on his body, but swarms of flies buzzed around him, leaving clumps of white eggs on it.

After a while, a blinding light came in, and the door creaked open, and two large men in black cloth came in with two sacks.

The two seemed disgusted or unlucky, and after spitting two mouthfuls of saliva, they used their white-gloved hands to put the body into a sack prepared in advance, then tied the mouth of the bag, and finally dragged it away like garbage.

It wasn't until the door was closed again that someone finally couldn't hold back and broke down and cried. None of the people around stepped forward to comfort him, and continued to lie numbly.

Seeing this, Chijin couldn't help but ask him: "Who are you who died, why did you see you so sad?"

The man blew his nose and sobbed, "I don't know."

Chijin was a little puzzled and asked him, "Then why are you crying?"

At this time, another person answered: "He is crying for himself, the one who just carried him out, came a month before him."

Chijin continued to ask puzzled: "But what does this have to do with him crying?"

"Because here, you can only live for a month at most."

"What?"

Chijin's face changed drastically, and he asked, "Here, what is the place?"

The man closed his eyes, and the word "slave" left by the soldering iron on his face occupied almost half of his face, he opened his eyes in a daze, and said hatefully: "This is the notorious beast slave underground arena, a place dedicated to the beast slaves of the human race master to make black money by playing black matches."

He looked back at Chijin, and there was a hint of sympathy in his brown eyes: "You were also mortgaged by your black-hearted master to earn extra money here as a thug?"

As soon as Chijin heard what he said, he immediately panicked, and immediately closed his eyes and probed his consciousness into the sea of knowledge, and sure enough, he found that the word "slave" was marked on the soul, and he trembled with anger.

He looked at the man, and saw that although he was skinny, his bones were tall and thick, if he could keep up with nutrition, he should also be a sturdy man with a head of more than one meter and nine, although his appearance was engraved, but looking at his smooth facial lines, his facial features were full of three-dimensionality, and he could vaguely see the handsomeness of his appearance before his disfigurement, and his age was about twenty years old, so he asked him, "This brother, when can I see my beast master?" ”

The man half-closed his eyelids, glanced at Chijin, and said, "My name is Dog."

Chijin was stunned for a moment, how could someone call this name, and when he was secretly complaining, he only heard Gou Bei say: "My master gave it to me, he said that my life is cheaper than a guard dog, so I call it a dog cheap, I don't like it either, but I am numb when I get used to it, the name is not just a code name, in this era when the life of the orcs is cheaper than grass, it is better to live than anything else, and dignity or something is not worth eating."

Chijin listened to these contemptuous words coming out of the mouths of his fellow clansmen, and felt unspeakably sad in his heart, and a sense of self-blame and guilt arose.

He clenched his fists and said, "Don't worry, everything will end, and our beast clan will one day get rid of the slavery of the human race and go back to prosperity."

Gou sneered sarcastically, and continued to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

Chijin didn't get the answer he had just given, and tried to continue asking him, but he didn't respond after asking him several times.

When Chijin thought he was sleeping, he heard him say, "The settlement is made here once a month, and the steward here will take you to your master when the account is settled."

Chijin hurriedly asked him again: "How long have you been here, how do you know so clearly?"

The man simply opened his eyes, looked at Chijin, and said directly: "You want to ask me how I met my master of the gambler and drunkard alive in a month!" Tell me, I'm a special case, in this underground black market, only two people survived for a month, and one of them was me. ”

He glanced at it and found that he couldn't see through his strength, so he continued: "Of course, there may be a third."

Chijin thanked him and said, "Thank you, when I regain my freedom, I will take you all out alive."

Gou Cheap laughed out loud, as if he had heard a particularly funny joke.

And the guy who had just cried cried even louder.

Gou Bei yelled at him in annoyance: "It's so cheap, don't cry."

Chijin almost choked on his own saliva, pointed to the young man who was crying in pain and asked, "What are you calling him?" So cheap? ”

Hao Cheap also accepted his crying at this time, raised his hand to wipe his tears, and said: "I'll call Hao Cheap, my master got up, what's wrong?"

Chijin opened his mouth, sighed, and simply shut up and stopped talking.

Gou Yi laughed enough, and then wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said: "We beast slaves are free, there are only two ways, either we can contact the master-slave contract privately without the master's knowledge, and erase the mark of the master on the soul, but in this way, it is either death or injury, nine deaths and one life, almost no one will want to do this, unless we don't want to live, but it is better to die than to live." Either the owner will automatically lift it, this is the best, and it won't do us any harm, but do you think it's possible? Is it realistic? ”

Chijin glanced at him and said, "There will be a third option."

Seeing that Chijin was whimsical and stubborn, Gou Yi simply continued to sleep on his own, ignoring him completely.

Chijin didn't say anything more, but quickly settled down and began to meditate.

Hao Cheap quietly glanced at Chijin, and saw that although he was the same as himself, he was wearing the cheapest coarse cloth shirt, but the nobility of his whole body was not hidden, but he was suspected of wanting to cover it, and sighed secretly, sure enough, he was handsome and wearing a rag is also fashionable.

After looking up and thinking to himself for a quarter of an hour, he crawled to Chijin's side, and regardless of whether Chijin, who was meditating with his eyes closed, could hear it or not, he said to himself: "I believe you."

The dog lowered his eyelids and spat: "Sycophant".

Then, I rolled over and went back to sleep.