Sword tower of another world super god

"who are you!"

Lu Qingyu looked around carefully, very alert.

If things are abnormal, there will be demons!

There are dangerous people everywhere in this death camp, so naturally Lu Qingyu will not be fooled by this old man's mere appearance.

"Of course I am the owner of this house, do you need to ask?"

The old man was still trembling, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, but after a few words, he seemed to be a little out of breath, took a few breaths, and then continued, "It's you, I can I've never seen you in the death camp! Why did you suddenly appear in the home of a bad old man like me?"

Lu Qingyu watched coldly, but could not see the old man's flaws at all. The old man's words, deeds, and eye movements all seemed normal, and he was completely the image of an old man who was dying.

But the more normal it was, the more wary Lu Qingyu became.

"I'm new here today, but I accidentally broke into my old man's house, and I haven't asked my old man how to call him yet!"

Squinting his eyes, Lu Qingyu asked in a cold voice.

Hearing this, the old man stretched out his two white eyebrows, as if a little surprised:

"New here? Why haven't I heard of it! Little baby, don't lie to my old man!"

Lu Qingyu snorted coldly: "Hmph, why, don't you have to report to you as an 'old man' when you enter and leave the death camp?"

Lu Qingyu specially emphasized the tone of the word "old man", the meaning of irony is obvious.

The old man smiled lightly, but he didn't care about Lu Qingyu's hostile attitude. He seemed to have gotten used to it:

"It's not about reporting, little baby, I know you have doubts in your heart, so you can't help being worried about my old man. But speaking of it, it seems that every newcomer who comes here treats me like this. Headache. Let me introduce myself first, my surname is Hu, I am a soldier in this death camp, and I am responsible for registering the roster, and I have been in this death camp for more than fifty years."

"Battle soldier?" Lu Qingyu frowned, a little confused.

Seeing Lu Qingyu's appearance, old man Hu couldn't help but chuckled, but he accidentally choked himself and coughed continuously.

Lu Qingyu raised his eyebrows and stood still.

After two or three minutes, old man Hu finally stopped coughing. There was faint sweat on his forehead, and there was a tinge of sick redness on his cheeks.

"Oh, after so many years, I'm really old!" Old man Hu thumped his back and sighed with emotion, "When I first entered this death camp and took office, I could still drink and fight with the guys in the camp. After so many years, they are all dead, and I am also old, but I still can't get out of this square inch!"

Lu Qingyu's heart moved, and he said tentatively:

"So, your old man must know everything about this death camp?"

"That's natural!" Old man Hu raised his head with some air, and said with a smile, "I've been here for most of my life. Even the warden will know more about this death camp than me!"

Old man Hu's words were full of confidence, as if this was the only capital he could show off in his life.

No matter how doubtful Lu Qingyu was, he couldn't help but believe the old man Hu's words at this moment.

Words, deeds, demeanor, and appearance can all be faked, but it is difficult to fake this kind of emotional expression from the heart. Could it be that old man Hu is really a soldier?

Although Lu Qingyu's heart was a little shaken, he did not relax his vigilance, but his tone seemed a little calmer.

"Then Mr. Hu can explain to me why the death camp is so deserted?"

Old man Hu seemed to have noticed the change in Lu Qingyu's mentality, and he looked a little happy: "Haha, little baby, since you are willing to ask me, you must have believed me a little bit. I am happy to hear you say old man Hu, It’s been a long time since I saw such a polite doll like you enter the death camp.”

"Why, could it be that the people who came in these years are all reckless and fierce men? Then how did you, the old man, survive until now?"

Lu Qingyu blinked his eyes, and the temptation between words came out at will.

Old man Hu is an old man, so he naturally heard the tricks in it, and immediately became happy:

"You doll, you are really clever, you want to make things difficult for my old man everywhere! Yes, most of the people who come here are villains who kill people without blinking an eye. It is really easy to crush my old bones. It's a pity , apart from being a soldier, I am the only person in the death camp who knows medical skills. Everyone in the death camp knows this. In the death camp, no one can guarantee that he will never be injured. It is death, so my old man still has some status in the eyes of most people, if the newcomers want to hurt me, they really have to ask their old guys first!"

"Sounds reasonable!" Lu Qingyu pondered for a while, but didn't find out what was wrong with the answer, and immediately couldn't help but believe the old man Hu, "Then today, why is there no one in the death camp? ?”

"Because today is the day when the fate list is reshuffled!"

Facing Lu Qingyu's question, old man Hu blurted out.

"The decision list?"

Lu Qingyu's heart moved. He heard Shen Tianhua mention this word several times, but he never figured out what it meant.

"Yes, the fate list!" Old man Hu seemed to be a little excited, and his face was red all of a sudden, and he started talking endlessly.

It turns out that this fate list is a magical list in the death camp. There are nine characters on it, and they are the nine most powerful people in the death camp.

This fate list is reshuffled every other month, and anyone in the death camp can challenge the people on the list.At the same time, a person with a lower ranking on the list can also challenge a person with a higher ranking to replace that person.

People in the death camp would take their lives at every turn, so every time the decision list was shuffled, there would be a bloodbath in the death camp. Seventy to eighty percent of the death rates in the death camp occurred on this day Yes, it can be seen that the competition for the decision list is cruel.

As for why everyone is desperately competing for the ranking on the decision list, this involves another term that Lu Qingyu is familiar with.

This noun is called, Decision Day!

In the dark prison and in the death camp, all the prisoners who are locked up must die. They face the threat of death every day, and they live in fear every day. All these are enough to drive any hard-hearted man slowly crazy.

But fortunately, they are not completely without a ray of hope. This day of decision, the fate list, is where their vitality lies!

Every other month, the fate list is shuffled, and every six months, on the decision day, it is opened once!

Climbing on the fate list and passing the decision day, this is the only, sliver of life in the death camp!