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Now Ye Chen is sixteen or seventeen years old, but it is of no use at all. His mind is still in rebellion, because he lives in a family where everything revolves around him. He didn't even know what to do and what not to do.

A world of cannibalism, a peaceful world, with the same age comparison, without even thinking about it, living in peace, without even a single trace of torture, what kind of failure would it be for a person.

What's more, in that world, the only child in his twenties may be similar to Ye Chen, who will never grow up, belong to Ma Baonan, and even say it is useless.

Only children who have experienced setbacks and grow up can understand what life is.

The most important thing is that now Ye Chen's body is a real child, only twelve or thirteen years old. As for ability?Only smoke, what's the use?

"Excuse me, give Lao Tzu a stop."

Perhaps it was Ye Chen's struggle that made one of the strong men impatient and punched Ye Chen directly in the stomach.

On the spot, Ye Chen's eyes bulged, his face was pale, and he couldn't even scream, but kept retching, his expression distorted.

Pain, unprecedented pain, when did he endure this kind of pain, on the spot, tears could not stop overflowing his eyes.

Holding Ye Chen in one hand, the strong man spit, and said extremely viciously, "In the hands of Lao Tzu, it is best to be quiet, otherwise you will suffer, and I don't know how those fat women with special hobbies see this. Thin skin and tender meat!"

Cursing and swearing, a few people walked through several streets and came to a big dome-shaped house.

Passing through the corridor, Ye Chen was finally thrown into a cell, surrounded by slaves of all ages, both men and women, but now, all of them looked terrified, or lost hope, with their eyes numb to one side.

"cough cough"

Curling up, it took a while before Ye Chen felt the stirring in his stomach slowed down. Looking around, many people looked at him numbly, and there was no hope in their eyes.

Panic, at this moment, Ye Chen's mind didn't know what to think, so he could only find a place, and curled up likewise.

Time, minutes and seconds passed, during which time, the guards brought food.

However, in the face of fairly rich food, few people competed for it, which made Ye Chen a full meal.

Maybe one day or two days, Ye Chen calmed down completely, and he began to observe the surroundings, trying to find a way to escape, but it was all in vain.

The most important thing is to start slowly, some people are taken out, and when they come back, they are dying, with the word slave carved on their chest or back.

Ye Chen knew that as long as you engraved the word slave, in the future, when others see it, you will know that you were once a slave.

A few days later, the cell door was opened again. Two men, one holding a notebook, seemed to be remembering something, and the other man looked fiercely at the slaves in the surrounding cells.

"No. 50, that's him. Bring him out and engrave it with a slave seal. We will auction it in half a month."

The man holding the book pointed to Ye Chen, motioned to the strong man beside him, and caught Ye Chen out.

Calmly disappeared, his face full of panic, Ye Chen struggled desperately, but in exchange, it was a fist.

Not long after walking, in a room full of torture instruments, on a fiery red copper stove, a few iron gongs with the characters for slaves were baked, completely red.

Tied to the torture device, Ye Chen's face turned pale, watching a big man come up with a red-hot iron gong, crying.

"No, no, please, let me go"

Ye Chen's pleading made the big man even more excited, because he liked this kind of sound.

"Zizi"

"what"

The sound of frying, accompanied by the smell of meat, Ye Chen screamed, tears dripping like an unstoppable spring.

He couldn't bear this kind of pain at all. When it reached the extreme, Ye Chen closed his eyes, raised his head, and passed out.

"The ability to bear is too weak, take it with you, don't let him die, we never do business at a loss."

The man who held the book earlier looked at Ye Chen like an ant, because to him, Ye Chen was a thing, something he wanted to sell.

Morality?Kindness?Can't bear it?nonexistent.

Cannibalism is the true face of this world, strength is paramount, and everything is spoken by fists.

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4. Changes in character and mind

The pain, the whole body seemed to fall apart, especially the right chest, which was burning like a fire, causing Ye Chen, who was in a coma, to wake up with abrupt pain.

Slightly mourning, Ye Chen woke up with a pale face, cold sweat dripping continuously; leaning back against the wall, he lifted off his tattered clothes, and on his right chest, there was blood red, with a slave word, "Yes" So dazzling.

Tears flowed, my body lost strength, and some, it was just pain.

Helpless and fearful, Ye Chen curled up with despair in his eyes.

The excitement brought by crossing at the beginning has long since disappeared, and what remains now is only pain.

"Dad, Mom!"

Some collapsed, and now Ye Chen wants to go back most. Whatever dream, whatever time travels, he will die. Now, he just wants to go back.

Going back to eat the food made by his mother, even if he is always nagging, Ye Chen is full of misses at this moment.

When he thought of his previous life, Ye Chen couldn't stop crying.

Compared to the previous world, this world is simply hell.

I didn't have the blood I had when I watched the anime, nor the excitement I had when I watched the anime, and I didn't have the dream of what I did.

It's all fake, as if it's a dream, and when you wake up, it doesn't exist anymore.