Reincarnation Dreamland [Unlimited]

After hearing that sentence, Tang Ji fell into a coma.

In the mist, it seemed that someone was dragging him, shaking all the way, the ground was cold and slippery, and he didn't know where he was going.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear some words and sentences in his ears, but he couldn't tell who was speaking.

"Is this person dead?" someone said.

"If he is beaten like this and he is not dead, it is his fate." Another person said.

"If you don't die, you can't live for a few days. The wound is so big. Why don't you just send it to be dismembered, and lock it up first?"

"Who knows, it's all ordered from above."

"Kangdang——" a huge iron door opened, and Tang Ji was dragged all the way, and was thrown by those people, and fell into a black hole.

The moment he fell to the ground, his lungs throbbed, "cough cough cough—" he coughed violently.

He actually woke up halfway, listening carefully to what those people said, trying to figure out where this is and what happened to him.

He only heard a few useful terms. For example, the place where he first woke up was called "Colosseum", and the injury on his body was caused by the owner of that foot.

He and that man were just now performing a duel.

Obviously, Tang Ji lost and was seriously injured. According to those people, he might not survive tonight at all.

Tang Ji groped around, but there was nothing but dirt.

It was completely dark all around, and there was no light to be seen.

But he could hear very faint breathing, and there were other people around him, not just one.But these people watched Tang Ji being thrown in without speaking or moving, as if he didn't exist at all.

Now that the situation is unknown, Tang Ji lay down, gently pressing his whole body with his hands, and checked himself for injuries.

Fortunately, no broken bones.

He thought his ribs were broken, but now it seems that it is actually an internal injury.There is a problem with my heart and lung function, and my lungs hurt when I breathe.

The most deadly thing was the gap near the navel, which was as long as Tang Ji's hand and as deep as Tang Ji's hand... Tang Ji didn't dare to put his finger in it, but the blood flow continued. Obviously relying on the skin and the body's own healing ability cannot recover.

To stitch.

Even if sutured, there is still a risk of infection.

He sighed and thought, if this kind of dream happened more times, he would rather turn into a vegetable and lie on the bed.

"Kangdang——" the iron door rang again, and another person came in. Unlike Tang Ji who was thrown in, that person walked in by himself, with steady steps.

Tang Ji smelled the breath brought by the surging air in the air, and he thought softly, "Simon?"

There is always a vague smell on Simon's body. This smell is very special. If you really want to describe it, it smells like industrial lead powder.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a person come to him and gently helped him up.

"Are you okay?" There was a hint of anxiety in Simon's cold voice.

"Cough—cough cough—" Tang Ji moved, and his lungs and stomach wounds ached at the same time. He took a deep breath, sat up slowly, and leaned on Simon's shoulder, "Let me lean on."

"Is there any medicine?" Simon's voice was clearly discernible in the darkness, "Have you used your easter eggs?"

Tang Ji: "...Yes."

The two spoke in a low voice, and were so close together that the people around couldn't quite hear what they were saying.

Simon heaved a sigh of relief. Although Dr. Tang specializes in treating the brain, he still has a doctor's instincts, but he doesn't know what medicine he can get for his eggs.

Tang Ji made a rustling sound, and Simon even heard his chewing sound, as if he was chewing something.

Not long after, Tang Ji stretched out his hand and tore off a long strip of cloth from his jacket, and the hissing sound lasted for several seconds before it stopped.

"Huh?" Simon smelled a familiar smell coming from Tang Ji's body, but this smell shouldn't appear in this place. He was a little strange, and asked in a low voice, "Have you got it done? What medicine?"

Tang Ji snorted softly, as if he had touched a wound, the pain was unbearable.Not long after, Tang Ji finished bandaging the wound around his navel, and said, "Do you want a medicine for calming the mind?"

Tang Ji leaned against Simon, unable to see Simon's face.He randomly estimated the position of his head, and sent a cigarette to his lips with his backhand.

The pain made Tang Ji's voice a little hoarse, he seemed to be grinning, his muffled voice was soft and quivering, trembling invisible in the air.

Half of Simon bears the weight of Tang Ji's body, and the two of them are next to each other to transmit the burning heat of their skin.

Tang Ji's voice was close at hand.

I have to admit that Tang Ji in this injured state gives people a very charming "beauty"——

If it wasn't for the coincidence that the cigarette in Tang Ji's hand poked into Simon's nostril.

Simon didn't even know whether to ask him to move the cigarette first, or to complain about why his Easter egg wish was for something as flashy as a cigarette.

"Ah, I'm sorry," as soon as Tang Ji touched Simon, he felt something wrong in his hand, and found that the cigarette was hovering around Simon's nostrils. He moved the cigarette down a little, "One more?"

Simon stared at the cigarette for a few seconds: "..." Then he opened his mouth and sucked the end of the cigarette.

"Click——" The lighter sounded surprisingly loud in the quiet room, and a little yellow flame was sandwiched between the two of them.

Tang Ji lit a cigarette for Simon, and brought one for himself by the way.

Cigarettes have the effect of relieving pain, and the wound around the navel that was simply bandaged twice is no longer so painful.

Tang Ji took a deep breath of the cigarette, and the tobacco relieved the pain in his lungs.

The lighter not only illuminated the faces of the two of them, but also emitted faint and dim light to the surroundings. The corners of the walls were indistinct. Several people who were as weak as Tang Ji were lying on the ground, and their bodies had slight breathing fluctuations, as if they were asleep. It seemed to be in a coma again.

The two exchanged softly the remaining memories of this place in their minds.

They were on an island in the middle of an ocean somewhere in a lawless place.

To put it bluntly, they are all "slaves" who have been kidnapped and sold. What they should do every day is to eat and sleep when they are full, and fight when they wake up.The purpose is for people to watch and even play games for fun.

Some wealthy people like this kind of bloody and brutal battle, just like the Colosseum in ancient Rome, and even copied the name.

This place gathers all the "evil" in the world, those evil and dark things that only exist in the brains of civilized people in the civilized world, and this place has almost all of them.

There are a lot of tricks to play.

"In addition to fighting here, there is also human trafficking and human organ trafficking," Tang Ji said. "In another area, those who dragged me here said so."

Slaves have no human rights. Some of them have tried to escape, and the end has been very miserable.

"Have you seen anyone else?" Simon said, "Why did we two meet first again?"

"Hmm... Maybe it's because of fate that we came to meet each other from a thousand miles away?" Tang Ji joked.

The two discussed again, and only analyzed that they were in a very bad situation now. Tang Ji was injured, and it was true that Simon had all his beard and tail, but a strong body meant that there would be more duels and fights waiting for him.

After a few hours, the food delivery person came and only gave food for one person.

Obviously, this is specially prepared for Simon who won the fight, rough food.

Simon shared half of the rough-looking bread and the strange-tasting water with Tang Ji.

The two ate half full and slept on the ground.

The next day, the room was still very dark, there were no windows, and no light could be seen.

Tang Ji was awakened by the clanging of the big iron gate, and a few people came in.

"Here, one died."

"Hey, this one is still alive, do you want to send it away?"

They were testing the breath of everyone lying down.

"No, just dead people. Not alive."

After a few minutes, the room returned to calm.

"We can't wait here forever," Tang Ji said when he saw that everyone had left, and Simon next to him must have woken up and pretended to be asleep, just like himself, "We have to find a way to escape."

"Your injury is healed?" Simon's voice was flat.

Good is impossible to be good.

It can only be said that the cigarettes have played a certain role, and at least Tang Ji's injury has not worsened.

Simon said, "Wait two more days."

Tang Ji: "Huh? What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for other people to show up," Simon said, "The current situation of the two of us is not suitable for breaking out. There are many guards outside. These people are used to killing and dying, and they will not show mercy to us."

"Where are the others?" Tang Ji asked, "Do you know?"

Simon shook his head. He didn't panic, but gave Tang Zicop the role that each member of the team would usually play in their dreams.

The roles of each person who enters the dream usually have a certain degree of commonality, and the system will judge the most suitable role based on the brainwave flow of everyone's brain.

This is the rule established when the dream system was developed.

In fact, Simon's hunch was correct.

Two days later, the iron gate was opened, and four or five people came in, tied them up, blindfolded them, and escorted them away.

Since he couldn't see it, Tang Ji could only guess based on his feeling. They were first brought into a car, bumping all the way. At first it was flat road, but at the end there were huge ups and downs, which made him almost motion sick.

The wound, which had some signs of healing, opened again.

The blood seeped out through the bandaged rags all the way, and when they reached the destination and their eyes were freed, Tang Ji found that his jacket and trousers were all stained with bright red blood.

As soon as he and Simon stood firm, a series of "fucking" sounds came from far and near.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck...!!!"

Tang Ji looked at the source of the sound, and Chen Lijun was running towards them.

Behind him stood many ragged, disheveled, numb men, old and young.

Some people, attracted by the sound, glanced at them.

More people were stunned, indifferent to their arrival, and didn't know what they were thinking.

And they were in a tall round arched shed, the shed was ventilated on all sides, and the cold wind was blowing on people's faces.

Outside the shed are endless green plants.

"We found you two!" Chen Lijun wanted to give Simon a hug, but Simon avoided him.Turning around to look at Tang Ji again, seeing Tang Ji's blood all over, he shivered in fright.

"Fuck!" Chen Lijun sighed.

Tang Ji: "Shut up, if you say another word, I'll beat you up."

Chen Lijun blushed, scratched his head, and changed the subject: "Follow me! I have found our employer!"

found an employer.

This was the best news Tang Ji had heard in the past three days.

Also, he now feels that an eight-figure protection fee is really not expensive at all!

Also very cheap!

Looking at his injuries, Tang Ji wanted to rush over and beat him up if this person hadn't given him enough.