[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Dou Nu Yuan is an all-earth courtyard.

The location is out of the way, with no vegetation around.

Dou Nu was all locked in a dungeon.

A dungeon held about four or five slaves.

They wore rough short jackets of no color, showing dirty arms and calves, disheveled hair, and equally gray faces.

Fengzhen was escorted and imprisoned in an empty dungeon. What he saw along the way was enough to see how these slaves were treated.

Because the steward of Dou Nuyuan heard that Fengzhen would be on stage three days later, and it was the owner who spoke in person, he made the decision to arrange Fengzhen in a dungeon alone.

At night, Feng Zhen practiced cross-legged, and suddenly heard bursts of noise.

One can vaguely distinguish the shouts of men, mixed with cursing.

Feng Zhen opened his eyes, seeing things in the dark as if they were daylight.

He could clearly see several people in the other dungeons leaning closer to the fence.

Immediately afterwards, several warriors came in from the outside accompanied by the steward.

The samurai dragged three straw mats in their hands, and on the mats lay slaves who did not know how to live or die.

They put the mats in the dungeon at will, then left humming a little song.

"Five ten?"

After the steward and the others left, a Dou Nu came up to the people on the mat and shouted in a low voice.

"Wuqi..."

He touched the noses of the three of them one by one, and finally fell to the ground, sighing inaudibly.

The other slaves knew that the three were dead, and returned to the original lying position lifelessly, and the dungeon fell silent.

During the three days that Fengzhen stayed here, the same thing happened every night late at night.

He heard from other people that fighting slaves, just like cockfighting and dogfighting in his mind, let slaves kill each other, or arrange tigers and beasts for slaves, so that the whole scene is bloody and exciting enough for the master to enjoy.

But the owner doesn't visit the arena many times, on average, it's only once a month at most.

As a result, the stewards set up black games in the middle of the night, driving slaves to fight, and setting up gambling games for the samurai in the mansion to have fun and earn some profits from it.

This kind of gambling happens almost every night, and it is with the permission of the owner.

The dead slaves were taken away the next day and transported out of the mansion by a wheelbarrow to be thrown away.

Slaves are like livestock raised by their masters. They are imprisoned in this world all their lives, and they are cultivated by their masters' will. Sometimes their short lives end without even seeing their masters.

The dead slaves were discarded like rubbish. Perhaps after a while, the slaves who knew him also lost their lives, so they would not even leave traces of their coming to this world.

……

When the three days were up, Fengzhen was released from the dungeon.

In order to ensure that the host can enjoy watching to the fullest, during these three days, the steward arranged enough meals for Fengzhen, and there were also a lot of meat dishes, which really filled him up.

When he came to Fengzhen in the arena, his complexion was ruddy and he was full of energy.

He was born tall, and during the puberty period, his height jumped even more. Even if he was wearing rough and ugly short clothes that abraded his skin, he still looked tall, with long legs, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and he was extraordinarily tall and pleasing to the eye.

Holding a rusty iron dagger in his hand, he stood quietly in the center of the arena.

The fighting arena is circular, and the main seat sitting high above the arena sits the weak and weak master. Today, he has changed into a golden mask with intricate patterns on it, reflecting the scorching light under the scorching sun.

Below him were the same guests who were sitting that night, all dressed in brocade clothes, feather fans and towels, all in a coquettish style.

Seeing Feng Zhen coming out, they pointed at him, talked and laughed, and didn't care that a fresh life was about to disappear in front of them.

"Woo-woo-woo..."

The steward blew the animal horn three times in succession, and there was a sound of machine blowing from the other side of the stand.

A bug with a black shiny carapace crawled out of it.

The worm was more than half a meter tall, covered in a carapace, and had barbs on several limbs, giving it a hideous and ugly appearance.

Feng Zhen clenched the dagger in his hand, his pupils were dark.

Seeming to see Fengzhen, the black beetle worm's legs were flying fast, and it quickly came towards Fengzhen.

Feng Zhen didn't run away crying and screaming as the guests expected, but rushed forward aggressively.

"This silly boy..."

The fan in the hand of a guest stopped, and then shook it as usual, sighing.

"It's true that those who don't know are not afraid..."

Ziyan on the main seat leaned slightly, his mind focused on the figure that rose from the ground and leaped high.

With internal force circulating in the body, Feng Zhen thrust the dagger hard into the back neck of the black beetle worm, at the gap in the carapace.

However, when he heard a "clang", half of Feng Zhen's arm went numb, and the iron dagger didn't pierce an inch long, but curled instead.

"Hahaha……"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Feng Zhen dodged the counterattack of the black beetle worm, and after jumping off, he retreated quickly.

He watched the worm's movements without blinking, and his brain was running fast.

In the interstellar world, he killed countless bugs, and dissected countless bugs.

He knows all kinds of bugs in different growth stages.

The structure of the bug has no secrets in front of him.

With him like this, it is not an exaggeration to call him "the nemesis of the Zerg race".

It was just a beetle with a thicker shell, so how could it stump him.

Feng Zhen's eyes flashed brightly, following the charge of the black beetle worm, he burrowed under its abdomen.

Seeing that Ziyan on the main seat stood up unexpectedly, the guests beside him couldn't help laughing, "Brother Ziyan? Are you worried about that slave?"

He looked towards the arena with a smile, "The outcome of this match has long been doomed, he should seek his own death..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because the black beetle worm was suddenly overturned by someone at some point, and a shell of the abdomen was lifted, revealing the soft internal organs.

It could clearly be seen that its barbed limbs scratched a few times, and then there was no response.

However, the slave whom he judged to be committing suicide got up and was covered in a dark green thick liquid. He was holding something in his hand, and the thick liquid was dripping down.

There was a moment of silence.

At this moment, Ziyan coughed and laughed, and after a while, he leaned weakly on the side of the warrior, and said weakly, "That's right."

He turned his gaze to the chief steward of the arena who was waiting on the side, and ordered, "Give him a table of good food. After three days, I will continue to watch his arena."

The general manager said respectfully, "Yes."

The guest who had just been slapped in the face found his tongue at this moment, and teased Ziyan out loud, "It seems that this slave really fell into brother Ziyan's eyes, it's really good luck."

The thin lips under Ziyan's mask slightly curved, staring at the back of Feng Zhen being taken away by the steward, noncommittal.

On the way back to the residence, Feng Zhen praised his luck all the way.

"You know, in the past, slaves from other courts were demoted to Dou Nu Yuan, and even decent servants were once demoted to Dou Nu Yuan because of their master's disdain. The master was able to remember his kindness, and it turned out..."

The steward recalled the past, licked his teeth, felt sorry for the thought he had spent on the servant, "Guess what, I didn't even get a wink from the master!"

He glanced at Fengzhen, who had been silent all this time, his eyes were full of scrutiny, as if he was wondering whether this type of Fengzhen would be favored by the master.

In the open space outside the dungeon, he ordered someone to bring a bucket of water to Fengzhen for his grooming.

After that, a table of rich meals was delivered to Fengzhen who was locked in the dungeon.

The Dou Nu in other prisons were all shocked when he came back unscathed.

In fact, Fengzhen was not unharmed.

He had scrapes and scratches to varying degrees on his back, arms, and sides of his legs.

The other Dou Nu came back from a trip with broken arms and legs, and lay on the mat for ten days and half a month to recuperate, which was considered a minor injury.

In the eyes of other Dou Nu, his injuries are almost the same as being unscathed.

Fengzhen's table of delicious food made everyone salivate in the dungeon.

He could hear everyone swallowing and stomach rumbling.

After the steward left, he handed some dishes he didn't like to Wujiu in the next cell.

This Wujiu was the slave who shared a dungeon with the dead Wushiwuqiu.

Wujiu couldn't believe it, and when he was sure that Fengzhen was indeed for him to eat, he grabbed it and gobbled it up.

He licked the plate clean before returning it reluctantly.

"You... Le Eleven, who were you fighting with in the arena just now?"

After eating other people's food, Wujiu was embarrassed to find something to say.

Feng Zhen swallowed the food in his mouth, and replied indifferently, "A bug, it is said to be called the black beetle worm."

Wujiu exclaimed: "Black beetle worm?!"

Seeing the other party raised his eyebrows, as if asking questions, Wu Jiu moved a little closer.

"You actually killed a black beetle worm?!"

"The shell of this kind of insect is very hard, and a nick can be drawn with a dagger. Moreover, the black beetle is a cannibal, and prefers to chop food into pieces before eating..."

"you……"

He wanted to ask how the other party did it.

However, seeing the other party's relaxed expression, he swallowed the following words again.

If Eleven told him how to kill the black beetle worm, would he be able to do it?

Wujiu smiled wryly, and retreated in a low voice.

Feng Zhen finished his meal slowly, waiting for someone to take away the dishes.

After eating and drinking enough, he sat cross-legged and meditated again, racing against time to cultivate his inner strength.

He came to this world, and the number of times he opened his mouth to speak can be counted.

It wasn't that he was depressed because of the great change in his status, and he didn't like to talk, but that the people here, not just slaves, but all the stewards and warriors, all had the highest loyalty to the "master".

Especially among the slaves, I don't know if the brainwashing is too successful, even if they are humiliated, their lives are always in danger, and they have never heard a word of resentment towards the "master" from their mouths.

Under such circumstances, Fengzhen became more and more silent.

The three-day time limit is coming soon.

In the second round, Fengzhen's opponent was a tiger.

This battle was very easy for him, but he dragged on for half an hour before ending the battle.

In this round, the fight between man and tiger was full of passion and danger, which made the viewers feel ups and downs and returned with satisfaction.

After several battles in succession, the master invited more and more people to watch.

This time, Feng Zhen took care of the two wolves and sat on the wolf carcasses to rest.

One of the guests, a woman with a white face and a red dress, said to the host in the main seat: "Mr. Ziyan, I like this fighting slave quite a bit. I don't know if I can give it up." ? All Le slaves, Dou slaves under my name, the young master can choose."

Before Ziyan answered, another guest next to him asked curiously: "Ms. Luan actually likes such a low-level slave, but what's so good about this slave?"

Lady Luan pursed her lips and smiled wildly.

Her eyes flickered, and her gaze on Feng Zhen was extremely fiery.

"Naturally, there are advantages..."

"Look at this slave's shoulders, waist, and hips. The proportions are so perfect. Then look at his arms and legs. They are muscular and powerful...he is the most wonderful bed warmer."

Everyone laughed, with a meaningless smile.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly broke in, "Since there are such wonderful things, how can I change them out? If Miss Luan likes other slaves, she can go, but this one is not enough...cough cough cough……"

After Ziyan said such a long sentence, he couldn't stop coughing.

Although Miss Luan was a little unhappy, she couldn't force it, so she sat down with a smile on her face and continued to chat and laugh with others.

It's just that the eyes that glance at Ziyan from time to time are somewhat meaningful.