Arcane Universe

After taking two steps, a faint call came from behind Feng Chou. He looked back and found that the weak middle age person lying beside him reached out to him for help , He seems unable to get up.

Feng Chou asked Universe Pagoda: “Does this person have infectious diseases?”

Universe Pagoda replied: “From the results of the scan, this person has been malnourished for a long time. The body has been overdrawn for a long time, leading to extreme weakness. Compared with other people, within the body does not have special flora and viruses, and there should be no infectious diseases.”

Feng Chou walked forward after hearing this and reached out. The man pulled up.

What made him didn’t expect was that after this man stood up, he leaped into his arms and bit his neck with his mouth open.

Feng Chou’s reaction speed at this time was more than three times that of an ordinary person. Of course, he would not let such a patient succeed. He quickly backed away, avoiding the person’s bite.

The patient who fell heavily on the ground, raised his nose-bleeded face on the ground, looked fiercely at Feng Chou and hissed: “You will die too! You will die too. ! You will… die…”

His head gradually dropped, and his screams became lower and lower… finally inaudible.

For the patient’s biting and hissing, Feng Chou was surprised at the beginning, not at all. In the face of death and despair, the distortion of human nature, in the memory of the end of Ming Dynasty, He saw too much.

Looking at the patient who finally did not move, Feng Chou took a deep breath and turned and walked outside the door.

Outside the gate, all the slaves were lined up, and they watched eagerly as the food truck was slowly feeding the slaves in the stone house in front of them.

Feng Chou glanced at the long line, and sure enough, those strong slaves who went out last came in front, but to Feng Chou’s surprise, the sixth-level fighters were not at all ranked first, and It is ranked third.

He glanced at the team twice, then turned and walked towards the end of the team…

It was already more than half an hour until Feng Chou had the last one to fight.

Feng Chou looked at the dark food in the wooden bowl, and had no appetite at all. This thing is thick porridge-like, there is a lot of coarse fiber in it, and some mushrooms are mixed in the porridge.

He lowered his head and smelled it, there was a faint sweet fragrance.

Universe Pagoda Ling told him that most of this food is carbohydrates, and there is also a small amount of protein. Among them, there is more crude fiber, and the taste will definitely not be too good.

Feng Chou walked into the house last with the bowl. What surprised him was that most slaves swallowed the saliva with the bowl, but not at all started to eat. Only a few people snorted in Xili. wolf.

Feng Chou took a closer look. Those who were eating were the strong slaves who lined up just now.

The four strongest slaves efficiently eat the bowl of rice and put the bowl in front of them. Those who have not eaten before will automatically line up in front of them and put themselves in the bowl. Scoop out some of the porridge and put it in their bowl.

After observing for a while, Feng Chou finally figured out what they were doing.

It turns out that this group of people is divided into several levels internally. The first level is the four strongest guys. These four people are one of the three people whom the Universe Pagoda spirit reminded Feng Chou to pay attention to. In addition, there is a downright bald man with the physical fitness of a Level 2 fighter.

These four people have the right to collect protection fees from others. The so-called protection fees are food.

There are five people in the second class. Although these five people are not up to the level of a professional, they are all relatively strong. They have no right to collect protection fees, but they are eligible not to pay protection fees.

So they can eat with the four previous people.

The remaining two dozen people belong to the third class, and they all have to take out part of their little food to the four people of the First Rank layer.

Furthermore, the four people who collect protection fees also have their own status, which is reflected in the number of people who pay them protection fees.

For example, a dozen of the seemingly strongest Level 4 fighters paid him protection fees.

Only four of the weakest Level 2 fighters paid him protection fees.

Moreover, among those who pay protection fees, the status is also different. Those with higher status only need to hand over two spoons, while those with the worst status need to hand over half of their food.

Feng Chou with keen interest pleasure looked at all this, and clicked one’s tongue in wonder in his heart. There was such a complicated social ecology in this small slave cell.

He didn’t notice that when he was observing others with keen interest pleasure, someone was observing him.

Soon, Feng Chou realized that he should pay the protection fee.

He does not intend to destroy the ecological balance here. He came here just to find a way to return to the surface, instead of coming here to eat together. Besides, he does not lack food. There are also foods in Universe Pagoda. Most of the bear goblins have not finished eating, even if they are finished, the number of bear goblins in this slave area is quite large.

For the man-eating monster like bear goblin, Feng Chou’s psychological burden is not very heavy.

So he decided to pay the protection fee.

After his observations just now, the slaves who pay protection fees to different people do not live together. They are entirely different. Judging from the location of the bed, the frail patient who just died happened to be the one who had been disguised. The men of the sixth-level fighters.

Thinking of this person, Feng Chou turned his head subconsciously to look at him, but saw that the other person was also staring at him.

He hesitated for a moment, and walked towards him with the bowl.

When he came to this ugly middle age person, he was about to scoop the bowl of porridge into the opponent’s bowl, but the other party stopped him and smiled and pointed to the person beside him. In the open space, he said to him: “youngster, you can sleep next to me, the door is not safe.”

Feng Chou glanced at him, nodded, and sat down beside his hayloft.

Sitting down against the wall, Feng Chou picked up the bowl and took a bite under the curious eyes of a few around him.

He pursed his mouth, carefully feeling the sensations and touches from the taste buds…

“How does it taste?”

middle age person smiles Asked.

Feng Chou looked back at the other person, nodded, and said: “Better than I thought, but the taste is a bit rough.”

middle age person nodded, “This is a blue hat The porridge made from mushroom powder ground after the mushroom canopy is dried does not look good in color, but the taste is barely passable.”

“It’s just not too hungry.” He added.

After speaking, the middle age person extended the hand to him and said: “My name is Simon.”

Feng Chou shook his hand and said: “Leo.”

Simon raised his eyebrows, “Does it sound like the name of a nobleman?”

Feng Chou indifferent expression’s shrugged bladder.

At this moment Simon suddenly leaned over to him, sniffed slightly.

Feng Chou suddenly avoided vigilantly, looked at him, and thought, “Did you encounter a pervert?”

Simon retracted and said in disbelief: “You With the smell of incense, you won’t really be a noble Young Master, are you?”