Number Seven and dozens of burly Mongolian soldiers were trafficked to a strange city.

The most famous of the city is the underground gladiatorial arena, where there are gladiatorial battles between people and between people and beasts, and everything will cater to people's thirst for blood, perverted as long as the audience is willing to watch.

Seven and dozens of Mongolian soldiers were bound in thick chains and imprisoned in a dark and damp water prison, and they were about to face an incomparably cruel and bloody battle.

"Click. “

The iron cell door was opened.

Step into a few burly men, soldiers hired by the owner of the gladiatorial arena.

They untied 10 Mongolian soldiers and put them back in handcuffs and leg cuffs.

Several Mongolian soldiers tried to resist, but the long leather whip was aimed at their naked bodies and whipped hard.

"Bang Bang..."

Blood-drenched scars immediately appeared on them.

The miserable roar of the Mongolian soldiers did not elicit half of the soldiers' sympathy, and there was not even a change in their expressions.

For them, the soldiers of Mongolia, or all those who are about to enter the gladiatorial arena, are beasts, beasts of prey, and they are not even qualified to be human.

The Mongolian soldiers were escorted away, a few hours later.

In the water prison, you can hear bursts of cheers, excited shouts, and loud noises from the top of your head!

The cheers of the audience changed with the climax of the gladiators in the arena.

Every time the cheers get louder, it means that someone has been killed, or is about to be devoured by a wild beast.

Their suppressed hearts were completely released with the spray of blood.

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In less than an hour, the cheers subsided.

Everyone in the water prison knew that when the gladiatorial battle was over, the next thing was to look forward to the result, hoping that their Mongolian brothers would be able to overcome it and win.

But they were disappointed.

An hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

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The 10 Mongolian soldiers who were escorted out never returned.

They vaguely looked through the dark prison door and watched the soldiers in the gladiatorial arena, dragging a dozen bloodied corpses towards the dark passageway.

"Ah, it's them!" shouted one of the Mongolian soldiers in the water prison.

No. 7 looked up and glanced at the Mongolian soldiers lightly.

It seems that the ten soldiers who went out have all been wiped out and died in the gladiatorial arena.

And among the more than a dozen corpses dragged by the soldiers, there were also people from the other side.

"General Seven, what should we do next, we can't sit and wait for death, you think of a way, we will follow you out. A soldier recognized Seven.

Although the seventh is a general, when he is captured, he is wearing the clothes of an ordinary soldier.

Wearing the clothes of ordinary soldiers is also to assassinate enemy generals, hide their identities, and make it easier to move.

Seven didn't look up, his hands hanging from the chains as if he hadn't heard anything.

There were also more than 20 Mongolian soldiers, looking at him one by one and casting hopeful eyes.

But they were disappointed, and General Seven didn't react at all, as if he was asleep.

The Mongolian soldiers all sighed in their hearts, and their faces were helpless.

Although many Mongolian soldiers knew General No. 7, apart from awe and worship, they never had any communication with him, and they didn't even greet him at the slightest.

General No. 7 has a very withdrawn personality and is very indifferent, and in the military camp on weekdays, in addition to looking at the distance in a daze, he is sitting alone away from the crowd, with his head down and not knowing what he is thinking.

He never took the initiative to talk to people, and even when others took the initiative to talk to him, he pretended not to hear it, turned around and left.

Even if the battle is won, he has no expression.

When everyone cheered for his bravery, he looked indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him.

Only when the commander-in-chief assigned him the task did he nod slightly, indicating that he knew, and the rest of the time, even the supreme commander of the army would find it difficult to say a word to him.

The commander wanted the concentration camp instructor to enlighten him, but since the cultivation of Seven, the concentration camp instructor has disappeared, and no one can find any trace or news of him, as if the world has evaporated.

General No. 7 was cold and frightening, and he refused to be thousands of miles away.

Therefore, although the soldiers adored and feared the seventh general, they did not have any feelings, and even privately called him a stranger, a strange person who did not fit in.

The commander asked him to become a general and lead the team, but he was unwilling.

What made everyone even more puzzled, puzzled, and even thought that there was something wrong with General No. 7's head was that the commander rewarded him with gold, silver and jewelry, which he directly gave to nearby beggars and refugees, especially orphans...

So at this moment, in the dungeon, the soldiers were not surprised by the indifferent attitude of General No. 7.

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Time passed unconsciously, and a few more days passed.

The Mongolian soldiers in the water prison only had leftovers every day, moldy steamed buns, rice porridge and kimchi that already gave off a strange smell, and the food was not as good as the livestock added by the farmers.

The initial anger of all people was filled with the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of the mercenaries, and the torture disappeared, and everyone's hearts were filled with despair.

In the past few days, more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers have not been escorted out and have never returned.

Faced with the dark dungeon, there were even a few Mongolian soldiers who had a nervous breakdown and almost went crazy.

Finally, it was the turn of General Seven to play.

Before the referee announced the official start, General No. 7 rushed directly towards more than a dozen people on the other side, a completely lifeless play.

Doesn't protect the weakness of the body, just attacks with brute force.

But that's it, he also slaughtered more than a dozen people on the other side, and the Mongolian soldiers who fought with him, as well as the audience, and the owner of the gladiatorial arena, all looked stupid, looking at General Seven like aliens.

At this moment, his hair was waist-long, unkempt, and he stood there like a down-and-out beggar.

The boss of the gladiatorial arena looked at No. 7 with a greedy look in his eyes, this is a cash cow, a cash cow that can make his family rich!

On the same day, Seven was invited out of the cell by the owner of the Colosseum and placed in a solitary cell.

The food has also changed from moldy steamed buns and leftovers to roast chicken and roast pig.

But what puzzled everyone was that every time he sent a meal, a delicacy, he never touched it, and let hunger destroy him.

The owner of the Colosseum wanted to talk to him, and said all the good things, but there was no feedback, not even a little expression, as if Seven was deaf and dumb.

The owner of the gladiatorial arena even came up with the idea of sending a beautiful woman to tempt him, but it was in vain, and even the beautiful woman took the initiative to take off his clothes, and he slapped him and almost slapped the beauty to the ground.

All kinds of indifference and resistance made the gladiatorial arena owner also have a few angers.

He began to let No. 7 play every day, even with one against ten, as long as the audience is willing to buy tickets and place heavy bets, he will not hesitate to increase the loss of No. 7's body, but also let No. 7 challenge the high difficulty.

You know, gladiators, the ability to pick up individual combat, is better than any soldier, and they are experienced, ruthless, and cruel.

Even so, they could not escape the fate of being beaten to death by Seven's punch.

But No. 7 doesn't use combat skills at all, only desperate play, so the injuries on his body are increasing day by day.

The owner of the gladiatorial arena is also over half a hundred years old, and he knows the way of human nature, he understands that the god-like figure in front of him is simply looking for death, and he doesn't want to live anymore.

But I don't want to kill myself, I just want to be able to get relief on the battlefield.

Just when the owner of the gladiatorial arena felt sorry for the "wonderful" in front of him, a tall and thin old man with high spirits walked into the gladiatorial arena under the protection of more than a dozen bodyguards.

The owner of the gladiatorial arena, who has read countless people, knows at a glance that this is a low-key gold owner, and a big gold owner, and what makes him even more excited is that this thin and tall old man actually offered to buy the "No. 7 Death Seeker".

The owner of the gladiatorial arena was very excited, after all, although Seven was a powerful gladiator, he was bent on death, did not eat, and did not accept treatment, rather than let him die in his own hands, it was better to sell it to this gold owner.

He made a huge offer, but the tall and thin old man just smiled and asked the bodyguard to deliver ten boxes of gold to the boss's room.

Since then, the old man has taken No. 7 and embarked on the journey home.

On the way, Seven was dying, not eating or drinking for several days, fighting continuously, and having exhausted all his strength.

It was as if he saw the end of his life, and he also felt that his grieving soul was about to be liberated.

No. 7, who was in a coma, had a dream, and a glimmer of sunlight appeared in the originally unmanned and pitch-black environment.

The warm glow gradually amplified, making his body and everything around him warm.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a large, comfortable room, surrounded by luxury.

He looked at his body, all the wounds had been carefully treated, and he was holding white gauze.

After a while, a maid walked in, still holding a basin of water in her hand.

"Ahh

No. 7 frowned, looked at the maid with a puzzled expression, and secretly said in his heart, is this heaven?

But it feels like a mortal chamber, what's going on?

"Great, the doctor said that you are very seriously injured and very weak, and it is a miracle that you can be saved! I will go tell the master now!" After saying that, the little maid ran out quickly.

Seven looked around and knew vaguely that he had been rescued or ransomed from the arena.

After a while, an old man with a tall and thin figure and a gentle smile on his face slowly walked into the room, and the maid and guard behind him originally wanted to follow in, but the old man blocked the door and closed the door directly.

The old man had a charitable smile on his face and a soft temperament, but from the slightest glimmer of light in his eyes, No. 7 judged that the old man should be a businessman or a good businessman.

"You just lie down, you don't have to get up, you have injuries on your body, take care of yourself. The old man said with concern.

Seven didn't move, still sitting upright, looking at the old man with stunned eyes.

Seeing that No. 7 didn't move, the old man just looked at himself, smiled slightly, and said, "This is my home, I am a merchant of the Xia Dynasty Empire, my name is Liang Youcai!"

(Liang Jin, the father of the Empress Dowager Liang, Liang Youcai officially debuted!)

Seven still didn't move, and there was no reaction, and there was no expression on his already clean face.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Liang Youcai's eyes, which was very imperceptible.

"Hehe, young man, don't worry, I've watched you fight a few times, and I think you're a good man, a real fighter. Of course, this is not the root cause of my redemption of you. I see despair, sadness, and desolation in your eyes, you are a person with a story, a person with rich emotions, and a person who is desperate for the world and life. I've had a time when all my efforts came to naught..."Liang Youcai said while casually observing the changes in the expressions of the people in front of him.

"My family, warm family, brothers, have also left me..."When Liang Youcai said this, No. 7's face twitched suddenly, although it was very fast, but he was still caught by Liang Youcai's keenness, and he finally understood where the heart knot of the person in front of him was.

If you have a goal, you will work around it.

After all, Liang Youcai is a famous businessman in the Xia Dynasty Empire, and his ability to fool and make up stories is already perfect.

So, when he was young, a story of liver and intestines between him and his brothers, singing and crying, slowly came out of Liang Youcai's mouth.

Liang Youcai's voice was full of emotion, and when it came to emotion, he squeezed out a few tears, looking like an old tear...

Years of friendship, brotherhood, and the process of resisting a tragic fate together...

"Let's go..."

Seven's face was marked with a tear stain, and a tear fell on the bed.

Liang Youcai glanced at it casually, and said secretly in his heart, I'm a mother, the matter is finally halfway, I am a big businessman with a lot of money, and for the safety of my daughter, I also fought hard...

By the time the story was finished, Seven's complexion had softened a lot, like a hard iceberg gradually melting.

He kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"So, when I saw you, I knew that you and I had the same fate and the same experience, so I had to save you, even if I went bankrupt and consumed all my savings!" Liang Youcai said with a righteous face.

No. 7 raised his head and took a deep look at Liang Youcai on the edge of the bed.

"You and I are destined, and I don't need you to do anything. And, I've arranged for the carriage to be coiled, so that when you can move freely, you can go home in peace. Liang Youcai is righteous, like a chivalrous man who shoots righteously and courageously.

No. 7's face trembled, and he looked at the old man in front of him with a handful of snot and tears, he believed that the old man in front of him respected him, and also believed in the story of brotherhood he had just heard, but he couldn't believe that the old man had spent so much effort and spent so much money, just to save his own life.

"Child, where is your home?" asked Liang Youcai.

A trace of confusion flashed in Seven's eyes, and he shook his head slightly, this was the first time that Seven responded to Liang Youcai's temptation.

Liang Youcai was happy in his heart, and there was a play.

His face continued to remain righteous and asked, "What about your family?"

Seven's eyes flashed with a blank look again, this time with a grief.

Liang Youcai's hanging heart suddenly fell.

It is clear that the person in front of him is an orphan without a father or mother, without a home!