The days passed, and the crocodile spirit never came again.

As the crocodile spirit confessed, the jailers never tossed the monkey again. Together, a group of sub-demons along with the monkeys were also included in the scope of protection.

They huddled in the corners of their prisons, watching the sun rise and set, watching corpses being carried away from their eyes.

The damp ground, the firelight, the murky air filled with the smell of rancidity, the atmosphere of despair. Obviously, the crocodile spirit said that they should rot in prison, and it was not a joke. Because that is indeed the final destination of the vast majority of demons who have committed crimes.

Every day, the jailers would bring them food that smelled sour and was difficult to swallow, but it still attracted a group of demons to grab it.

Every night, my ears are filled with painful moans of half-asleep and half-awake. Every now and then, there will be little goblins going crazy, roaring, struggling. Then he was taken away and never came back......

Time ticked by, the torches on the walls creaked and burned, the light of the fire filtering through the fence, reflecting a cold silhouette on the ground.

For the most part, the only thing that changed throughout the prison was the changing shadow of the sun shining through the stone windows on the ground. This is also the only basis for judging the alternation of day and night.

However, probably the little demon who is locked up here won't care anymore.

If before, due to the arrival of the crocodile spirit, the little demons would still count the days day after day, and now, their existence is just to stay, stay, stay until death.

For a while, Red anxiously paced back and forth every day, chattering with Blacktail about how to survive.

However, time always wears down everyone's will. In the end, even Da Hong stopped talking.

Emotions range from depression at the beginning, to fear, and finally to despair and confusion. This is something that the little demons who come here must go through.

If there is an exception, it is probably the monkey.

After that day, although the crocodile spirit said that he would send the monkey to the gladiatorial arena, he did not send the monkey a life-sustaining elixir as before. This made the monkey's injuries begin to worsen.

He had a high fever, and the wound was even maggots, and even the jailers were a little worried that he would die, and the white frost did not close his eyes all night long, and took care of them, for fear that when he closed his eyes and opened them again, he would be gone.

He always kept his eyes slightly open, looking at the ceiling like an abyss, and tears were spreading from his eyes, but not a drop fell.

No one knew what he was thinking, not even the jailers thought he was dead and had to sniff three times a day. Of course, it was just nervousness, and no jailer was willing to exchange his money for a life-saving elixir.

"Monkey, don't die. During that time, it was the most said phrase by White Frost.

Whenever she heard, the monkey always gently brought her hand to her mouth: "Drink...... Blood. If you're a demon...... I die faster. ”

When he said this, he had a smile on his lips.

The sun rises and sets, and I don't know how long it has been, so long that the crocodile spirit has probably forgotten that he has such an enemy and is still locked up. The whole prison was full of little demons, and suddenly one morning, White Frost woke up and found the monkey standing in front of her, staring blankly at the stone window.

"White frost, I had a dream. ”

"What do you dream about?"

"I dreamed of a master, two masters. The monkey whispered, "They said, I will live." They will wait for me. Whoever stands in my way will be killed. ”

After that day, he completely returned from the brink of life and death, as if he had changed a different person, his injuries quickly healed, and he began to practice day after day.

......

"Didn't you say he was dying?" the crocodile spirit couldn't believe his ears.

The jailer shuddered and said, "I was dying, but I don't know how...... It's good again. ”

Under the shed, the demons sitting together looked at each other.

Rolling his eyes, the crocodile spirit snorted, "Okay, then send him to the gladiatorial arena." ”

As he spoke, he threw the leg of mutton in his hand into the basin with a clatter, looked around at the demon generals sitting around and said, "Let's go to a play together?"

......

"Dangdang dang!" the jailer yelled, banging on the railing, pointing at the monkeys, "You guys, play tomorrow." ”

"Playing on?" Fat Gut was taken aback.

"Gladiatorial arena, why would you have been raising you for so long?" replied the jailer angrily, and then turned and left.

"Wait! we haven't trained yet! Why are we playing!" Blacktail shouted through the railing.

However, no one was ready to deal with him.

"It's just minced meat, what kind of training do you need?" Da Hong sighed as he hugged his knees.

"Minced meat?what...... What do you mean?"

"When there is a minced meat unit in a war, the miscellaneous soldiers who are responsible for attracting the main force of the other side are called minced meat. You and I have been. In the gladiatorial arena, there is also minced meat. That's for the warm-up for the people who actually play. If there is some blood at the beginning, the atmosphere will be better. Let the audience see the strength first, so that they can place bets. With that, Da Hong lowered his head and sat motionless.

The entire prison was silent.

The monsters in the surrounding prisons all looked at them with their eyes open and intentionally or unintentionally, and they didn't know whether it was envy or luck.

In the whole prison, only heavy gasps remained.

White Frost looked around, and finally lowered his head slightly, not saying a word.

All night, all in prison, no one could sleep.

The monkey still sat cross-legged and practiced as before.

The fat intestine lay quietly, looking at the ceiling.

The bull's head leaned against the railing, not knowing what to think.

Time passed little by little, until dawn, when the jailer brought sour food, as usual. The fat intestine rushed up in a hurry and ate it with his head down.

Almost at the same time, Da Hong also rushed forward, raised his leg and kicked it heavily, directly kicking the fat intestine to the ground: "Eat, eat, you know what to eat, what else can you do besides eat!"

"It's all dying, and you're still not allowed to eat the last meal?"

"You also know that you are dying, and you still eat! I think you eat too much pig food, you really think of yourself as a pig!"

"I was meant to be a pig, I was meant to be!" cried out the fat intestine, sobbing incessantly, and at last, it turned into a loud cry.

The only thing left in the entire prison was his cry.

"I'm a pig, won't I be allowed to eat it? You're going to bully me. If you have the ability, you can fight the crocodile spirit! What are you hitting me for? What are you beating me for?"

Da Hong's fists were clenched tightly, trembling slightly, looking at the fat intestines rolling on the ground, but he didn't make another move.

On the other side, the bull head looked expressionlessly. To be precise, his gaze was not on the two of them at all, it was completely empty. I don't know what I'm thinking.

Blacktail hides in the corner, shivering.

"Monkey ...... We're going to die. White Frost said in a trembling voice.

Without replying, the monkey opened his eyes slightly and watched her quietly.

"Dangdang Dang!" shouted the jailer as he knocked on the railing, "Get up, get up!"

With a "bang", the door of the prison was opened, and a bunch of demon soldiers poured in, shackling them one by one.

"I haven't finished eating yet......"

Before the words fell, one of the demon soldiers had already hit the fat intestine with a stick, and the fat intestine screamed.

Soon, they were chained and taken out of the prison.

The demons in the other prisons craned their necks to look through the fence one by one.

Along the narrow tunnel, they walked slowly under the escort of the demon soldiers, spilling the sound of "clanging".

The demon soldiers along the way all looked at it with expressionless faces.

The fat intestine sobbed all the way, and gradually, even the black tail cried. Da Hong kicked them hard in the back and scolded angrily, "Have you cried enough!"

"What does it matter to me crying about you!"

"You're crying so much......! I want to cry too!"

"I'm going to cry, I'm going to cry!

They were arguing all the way, and the monkey listened quietly in the back, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Soon, they arrived at their destination. When he stopped, the hoarfrost hit the monkey's back.

"Don't be afraid. ”

"Hmm. ”

It was a small space, with a messy wooden frame overhead, a thick earthen wall in front of it, and a large wooden door one foot high.

Sunlight shines through the cracks in the dilapidated wooden doors.

"Open the door. The leading demon soldier said softly.

Another demon soldier quickly stepped forward and pulled the wheels that bound the iron cables.

The gate slowly opened, and for a moment, the blinding sunlight and earth-shattering noise rushed in like a hurricane.

It took a while for the monkey to get used to the bright light in front of him. He saw himself standing under a huge ring, surrounded by layers of auditoriums and countless hideous-looking, roaring monsters.