Zombie Apocalypse

Qin An subconsciously believes that a woman must never confess her breast leakage in public.

But looking here, it seems that this is a matter of course.

Some men who pass by occasionally come forward to take a woman’s handkerchief, and after bargaining with the woman, they walk into the dilapidated house and upset the storm. The irony is that most of these women still have husbands and children at home. Those men have thin faces. People are drug addicts. In order to be able to buy drugs, they don't mind wearing a big green hat.

In addition to these, Qin An also saw many things that made him unacceptable.

An old beggar is being beaten up by three four or five-year-old children. There is no breath of life at this time, but the three children are still whiplashing their bodies. People passing by will only look at them occasionally, and then the corners of their mouths rise and smile. Will not step forward to stop, no one will easily provoke children in the area ruled by the end of the spirit sect, because they are very likely to be the dark ones of the end. In this atmosphere, the children who should have been innocent and cute have become little monsters. They still don't know how violent their actions are. For them, everything is just a game.

A slave trade is taking place in a square, and there are many people watching the excitement around them. Their expressions seem to have become accustomed to them, and they will judge the slaves. And those slaves had obviously accepted their fate. They were naked and cast a longing look at the buyer. In the hands of slave sellers, their lives were really worse than death.

A blackboard was placed at the entrance of a restaurant with the words "Collect the Corpse" written on it, and the words on the restaurant plaque were impressively "Human Flesh Restaurant." What made Qin An unacceptable was that the restaurant's business seemed to be pretty good, with many guests coming in and out.

Qin An, who has temporarily lost his memory, only feels full of doubts, what kind of world is this?

After walking for a while, Qin An got into the car with Qi Lu and Cui Aza before reaching a long car, and then the car Qidong drove along the straight road.

Ten minutes later, they reached the very center of the city and walked into a huge building. After going around and finally boarding the rostrum, Qin An looked at the circular venue in front of him and the nearby circle of cheering spectators dumbfounded. For some reason, two words appeared in his heart-Rome.

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In the jail in the arena, Yin Shiyao only wore a pair of underwear and sat in the cell. In fact, her ability to transform can only be used a few times in her life. Now she can't transform and can only exist in her original appearance. She still has the ability to transform, and she can't escape this sturdy cage.

Yin Shiyao's master was killed by Qin An's Transcending Soul half a month ago, and the slaves in the mansion were immediately sent to the slave court.

According to the rules, when the master dies, the slaves must be buried. This is a way to control the resistance of the slaves.

The so-called slave court is nothing more than a formality. Its purpose is to promote the majesty of slavery to the people, so that ordinary civilians can be thankful that they have not become slaves, and let those slaves be honest and not want to resist.

In the end, Yin Shiyao was sentenced to death as it should be, and then sent to this underground cell where she has been detained to this day.

It is today that she and many female slaves will board the so-called arena together as an opening plaything, and then face the real gladiators who will participate in the competition.

How could a weak woman beat those muscular gladiators?

So they will eventually be beaten and wounded all over, and then in full view, they will be played on the yellow earth by the gladiators until they die!

Yin Shiyao had seen this kind of scene. She spent seven years at Peacock Terrace and visited this arena with her previous master several times.

Humanity has not been completely wiped out. The common people of Peacock Terrace have only found their own moral values ​​and values. They will also treat their friends and relatives kindly, but will be cold-blooded and ruthless towards outsiders. In this place, if you don't treat other people as enemies, as food, as ants, then you will eventually become these roles and you will never be able to escape.

Suddenly, the door of the cell opened, and a few soldiers rushed in, pulled out the female slaves, including Yin Shiyao, and drove them into the arena.

Yin Shiyao raised her head and looked at the sky. It was noon at this time. The sky was cloudless, the blue sky was intoxicating, and the gentle sunshine made her feel a little warm.

Maybe it's just heartwarming, because she knows her body is trembling.

A piece of crying nearby pulled Yin Shiyao's attention from the free sky.

She lowered her head and looked around. At this time, there were almost 100 female slaves driven together!

Almost everyone is naked, at most just like yourself at this time, wearing shabby little trousers, only the shyness between the legs is tightly shielded.

Yin Shiyao did not feel uncomfortable because of the picky taste of the previous owner. Although she was not deprived of her ordinary appearance, she would often help her master bathe naked. For a woman living in the apocalypse, shame is early It was eaten by dogs and men!

At this moment, the surroundings fell silent, and a low and **** neutral male voice suddenly sounded. The sound was amplified by the speakers installed everywhere, and resounded throughout the square.

"Dear citizens of Shulan City, welcome everyone to the arena. The annual Peacock Terrace Slave Horn Struggle Tournament has kicked off once again! This is our qualifier for Shulan City. One hundred gladiators will be there. Today, fighting on this field, in the end only eight of them can survive, and then go to the next round of qualifiers! Haha, are your blood boiling, are you ready to witness the birth of the slave king?"

Deafening cheers rang out again from the lap of the stands, which lasted for a long time before finally stopping.

Next, the host introduced the qualifier rules to everyone.

The 100 slave gladiators who participated in the competition were not supernaturalists. They would fight two by one in the arena, and the fifty who survived would continue to fight.

When there are only twenty-five people living in the venue, there will be a lottery for life and death. One of the twenty-five people will be drawn to the death lottery. After that, he must go against the twenty-four with one, and the ending must be death.

Next, twenty-four people started to fight in pairs, then twelve, six, and finally three winners were left to go to Peacock City No. 89, and compete in one-on-one battles with other competitors from each city. finals!

At the end of September every year, 89 cities of Peacock Terrace will host such a slave competition qualifier, so entering the October finals will begin!

In 89 cities, there will be as many as 8,900 slaves participating in the qualifiers, and among these slaves, only one person can survive in the end, known as the slave king!

Since then, he can break away from the status of a slave and become a free man.

The dead slaves will not be wasted, they are all muscular humans with delicious meat and will be sent to the nobles' homes as food.

Cannibalism is nothing new in the entire Hellfire Fortress, it has become a habit and tradition.

Then every city will host a duel ceremony between male slave gladiator and female slave on the first day of the budget match!

This is a kind of fun show.

Naturally, it is impossible for the female slaves to beat the gladiators. They will eventually become the last meal of the gladiators. They will be played to death and excite all the audience in the stands. It is a visual feast staged under the public. The kindness in the heart is gone, which can make people obsessed with it, and eventually lose themselves!

After introducing the rules, the host began to introduce the strongest among the slave gladiators this year.

The side door opened, and the gladiators walked out wearing simple armor, machetes, axes and shields.

"Look at the dozen or so gladiators in the south. They are slaves in the house of the lord Li Shulan! The leading big nigger, he is 2.5 meters tall and has a pure African descent, named Aklan. Known as the Killing Devil! He is the champion of our Spring Gladiator Tournament in Shulan City!

Look at the man with the big iron rod over there. His name is Li Renguang. Although he is fifty years old this year, don't underestimate him. Before the end of the world, he was the champion of the youth group in Guangnan Province! Now he is called a tiger!

And that one, a guy with long hair to the waist, he is Batu, of Mongolian origin, and a natural wrestling king! Look at his strong muscles, do you find it delicious?"

Listening to the host's introduction, the atmosphere on the scene went up and down, and the people in the stands were all boiling, shouting loudly.

At this time, Qin An was sitting on the stand of the rostrum, and Qi Lu and Cui Aza sat beside them.

There are only three rows of chairs in this stand, and there is a relatively large square table in front of each row of chairs, and the table is full of various food.

Qin An and the others are only sitting in the third row, while the city lord Li Shulan and the city's teacher Tian Qiguang are all sitting in the first row.

In addition to them, most of the senior managers and family members of Shulan City who did not have any official duties were also present. The audience on the whole podium was almost 170 people, and of course there were more than 100 slaves and bodyguards.

Cui Aza's eyes drifted over Qin An and Qi Lu's faces intentionally or unintentionally, and then laughed in a low voice:

"Two, you said that you have been living in the Waixing'an Mountains in Russia before, so you must have never seen this kind of competition? Is there such a competition in the control area of ​​the Destiny Sect?"

Qin An naturally wouldn't answer, Qi Lu said coldly:

"The mountain we are in is not a controlled area of ​​the Destiny Church, but an unoccupied field. Cui Aza, you don't always want to spy on me. Remember, I allow you to secretly monitor us, but don't always run in front of me. Shaking around, or I might kill you!"

Cui Aza's face turned gloomy, she was really angry.

Anyway, she is also the supernatural power next to City Lord Li Shulan, and no one dares to offend her in these years.

Taking a deep breath, Cui Aza didn't speak, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Hmph, wait and see, she must find a chance to let the woman Qi Lu know how to live in this Hellfire Fortress Peacock Terrace!