Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night

Chapter 1 Death Arena

Sui Dynasty, the ninth year of Emperor Kaihuang's reign, late summer.

Qingzhou, Anyang Prefecture.

The heat is about to fade and the white dew is about to come.

Thunder came from far and near, carrying black clouds and rolling in from the dark sky. Thin raindrops formed a line and fell through the sky.

For a moment, the sky and the earth roared, the sky opened, and the heavy rain formed a waterfall and poured down on the earth.

Huge raindrops pattered on the eaves, and the rain splashed and splashed, making everyone confused.

The sky is dim, night is approaching, and the noisy Anyang City gradually calms down.

"Crack!"

Lightning made the sky suddenly light up, and in the deep alley, a shadow flashed across!
  Anyang City underground!
  "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill him and kill that bastard!"

"Break his neck!"

The sweltering underground death arena was bustling with people.

The fight to the death, with punches to the flesh and blood splashing, inspired the bloodthirsty desire of everyone in the audience.

The originally foul smell of blood is now as sweet as mellow wine!
  In the front row of the stands, there was a man in luxurious clothes. The sweat on his body made the clothes stick to his body. He was breathing heavily and pulling at his collar impatiently. His rough movements left blood marks on his neck with his nails. .

He leaned forward, made fists with both hands, balled up the gambling tickets in his hands, and shouted at the death fighting platform in front of him.

"Get up! Get the fuck up!"

On the stage, a skinny young man was riding on a man.

The fists locked by the iron chains hit the opponent's face crazily.

Break the bridge of your nose, smash your chin, explode your eyes, and smash your flesh and blood.
  "Yes, just fight like this!"

"You bastard, be more ruthless, haven't you eaten yet?"

The fluorite inlaid on the top emits dim light.

The blood was like dancing scarlet musical notes, splashing around with the fist.

People's excitement continued to rise under the guidance of musical instruments.

The temperature is getting higher and higher, and the breathing on the field is getting heavier and heavier.

The young man raised his fists high as if holding a pair of drum hammers, and his body bowed under the light. His shriveled skin was tight and his ribs were clearly defined.

The blood stained on his body reflected the dark red blood light.

It lights up at the same time as the falling beads of sweat.

The eyes in the shadow also pierced with a cold light like blades.

"boom!"

The drumsticks fell, drawing the last rest of the bloody symphony!

Everyone suddenly felt a wave of heat mixed with joy, going up to their heads.

The man who fell to the ground finally made no sound anymore.

Suddenly, the whole place was silent, and everyone's faces turned red!

Still immersed in the aftertaste.

A burly man in black opened the iron cage door, rushed onto the stage, glanced at the piece of rotten meat on the ground, and after confirming that it was correct, he pulled the young man up from the ground, faced the stands, and shouted loudly, "Winner, the third refugee." Number!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar!

The cheers and roars were intertwined, and the voices were so hoarse that the stone platform under their feet was shaking slightly!

"Cool!"

"You bitch, good job!"

"Fuck, that loser looked so tall, but he let a bamboo pole kill him. It's my money!"

"Hahaha, if you bet correctly, three taels of silver will become ten taels!"

The boy was sweating profusely. After his nerves relaxed, his whole body felt terrible pain. The sweat and blood in his black hair flowed downwards and entered his eyes, making them sore and blurry.

He looked at the beast-like audience in the audience, and the chill in his eyes became even stronger.

Although the past life was also a society where people cannibalize people, I didn't expect that this world could be so direct and cruel!

The burly man in black smiled and said to everyone in the audience.

"Refugee No. 3 won. From then on, he got rid of his refugee status and became an official death fighter of our Senluo Society!"

As he spoke, he took out an iron key from his arms and opened the iron chain on the young man's hand. "You are now qualified to take back your name. Come on, tell everyone what your name is!"

The place that was still boiling became quiet again.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this young man who was covered in blood, exuding a foul odor, and had a thin body, but he gave them a wonderful performance.

"I" the boy's eyes became more and more sore, and there was a blind sound in his ears.

His eyes suddenly opened wide, and he had just experienced an eruption of evil energy from a life-and-death fight.

Everyone in the audience was shocked by the evil spirit erupted by the young man.

"Lu Hu!"

The young man roared, and everyone in the audience couldn't help but change their expressions. Even the big man next to Lu Hu was slightly surprised.

"This kid is quite interesting!" he thought to himself.

It was quiet for half a second, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, it turns out he's not a bitch, he's a skinny tiger!"

"Boy, this momentum is okay, keep it up, I will buy you again next time!"

"The refugees that Senluo Society has absorbed this time can really produce some good seeds. This is interesting!"

"It's no fun to bet on those who are famous. If you want to bet, bet on someone who has just emerged. Boy, don't die too quickly!"

The tiger's first roar failed to shake the forest!
  Everyone laughed, feeling that this refugee death fighter was different from the previous ones and was a bit interesting.

Even the handsome young man sitting in the front row, who had been annoyed that he had lost the bet, was also smiling.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, I made a mistake, reward!"

Without thinking, he took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and threw it on the stage.

The burly man in black picked up the silver with a smile on his face, weighed it with his hand, and found that there were twelve taels in total.

"Thank you Mr. Ning for the reward. In five days, Lu Hu will offer another death match. Please support me. The next death match will begin."

When Lu Hu stepped down, two men in black came over, threw him a piece of linen cloth, and showed him the way to the deep passage.

Lu Hu staggered, and he had to endure severe pain with every step he took.

Still, he remained silent.

The two men in black looked at him and silently evaluated his potential.

Lu Hu felt a trance in his mind.

Who would have thought that three months ago, I was a fresh college student who was unemployed after graduation?

On the way to apply for a job with my resume, I accidentally got into a car accident and traveled to this place.

Without the power to restrain a chicken, he suddenly appeared in an ancient wilderness.

The north was hit by drought and military disasters were raging, and a large number of victims fled towards Anyang Prefecture.

Lu Hu, who had nowhere to go, joined the ranks of the victims and became one of the most humble refugees in ancient times.

Lu Hu walked for eight days on the way to Anyang Mansion. At first, he could bear the burden with his own body, but after not eating for two days, he went crazy from hunger.

I had no choice but to imitate the disaster victims around me and eat tree bark.

The taste of tree bark can be imagined, but when a person is tortured to the point of madness by hunger, the bark is not as difficult to swallow as imagined.

When I swallowed the first mouthful of bark, the golden finger was activated.

Relying on the golden finger, Lu Hu walked to Anyang Fucheng alive.

Things will be simple after that. Anyang Mansion will naturally not let the refugees enter the city and directly block them outside the city.

The rice porridge distributed for disaster relief every day is as thin as water. A large number of refugees starve to death outside the city every day.

The corpses are piled up like a mountain, the corpses stink for thousands of miles, and the plague is brewing!

The tragedy of cannibalism finally happened, outside Anyang Prefecture, the most prosperous city in Qingzhou! Happened in front of Lu Hu!
  He once again understood the cruelty of survival here!
  The road to heaven is boundless, and the turning point is coming soon. The Senluo Society, a powerful force in the city, recruits refugees as preparations to fight to the death. The salary is two black corns a day.

All the refugees signed up enthusiastically, but the Senluo Association also had screening criteria, which were simple and crude, just one, height!

Lu Hu, who is 1.8 meters tall, is nothing in Blue Star, but among the homeless people, he stands out from the crowd, so he was successfully selected.

Lu Hu successfully sold himself and changed from a worthless refugee with a fatal fate to a somewhat valuable slave, but he also had a chance to survive.

Just as Lu Hu was lost in memories, he had already reached his residence.

Ten people lived together in a cell like a pigsty.

(End of this chapter)