When you are on the side of the road, you are often the one who sits in the middle of the spirit. Those people have red eyes and are full of animal nature. Otherwise, they are subject to some kind of stimulation and their eyes are sluggish.

The scenes on both sides are in the eye, and the night feathers shook their heads slightly. The people here can no longer be called people. People here are more like walking dead, no purpose, no pursuit. The only thing they can do is to find a way to live, others. All honors, wealth, and status are irrelevant to them.

The plain is very wide, and this plain covers tens of thousands of people.

Looking around, in addition to a few hundred newcomers who just entered here, the rest of the people are mostly yellow-skinned and have a sick red color on their faces. I wonder if it is related to the food here.

Fortunately, the phenomenon of slaughtering and living people, cooking under the pot is not very common. Most people are fairly safe, but they rarely see smiles from the faces of these people.

咣~~

A huge copper gong sounded through the plains, and the night feathers were separated by a kilometer from the gate, and the snoring could still be heard clearly.

The line of sight moved down, and people in the distance not far from the front caused a commotion. Some people showed their expectations on their faces. Some people showed helplessness. Some people hesitated. It seems that this gong is a kind of signal.

The night feathers put the spirit to the extreme to explore the look and speech of those people.

"Hey! Those people are coming out again, isn't this going to die?" An old man shook his head and sighed, tilting his head backwards, ignoring the buzz.

The attitude of the two strong men on the other side is different.

"Brother, don't go, let's go in and have a photo, instead of waiting outside to die, it's better to go in and gamble." One humanity.

The brawny man next to him might not be able to pay attention, hesitated: "I heard people say that they are all slaves when they enter the prisoner, and they are also locked in."

The night feathers on the treetops beat, and I thought that this buzz was the signal to start the selection. I didn’t know if I heard it.

Looking out from the distance, many people came out of the city gate. Hundreds of black and white often pulled the prison cars and slowly walked out. Sometimes someone stepped forward and took the initiative to enter the prison car, eager to enter the inner city in this way.

Yu Yu has already known the use of this van from the talks of those who have just been.

Every seven days, he will send black and white to the prisoner. If you feel that you can't live outside, and you don't have the strength to stand out in the crowd, you can choose to enter the prisoner and you will be brought directly.

But in this way, there is only one identity, slave! The slaves of the gladiatorial field will kill a large number of spirits every year, especially the last blood mines. One enemy, such as Bai Jinyi, will kill the tens of thousands of people and leave the farewell.

It is especially important to supplement the number of slaves at all times!

Knowing that entering a prisoner means losing freedom and even dying, but there are still many people who choose to enter, because if you enter the prison car, there is a chance to kill the person who cleared the customs in the blood mine. The surviving slave will be Restoring the identity of ordinary people and becoming an ordinary member of the inner city, this is also the intention of the management of the separation.

As a result, these slaves are bound to do their best when fighting!

It wasn't slow for those prisoners to travel on the plains, but even so, it took more than an hour to walk back and forth in the plains.

After the prisoner’s car, it’s just playing today.

Boom!

A group of red spirits blasted in the sky, making a squeaky thunder, and the hundred people in seven days, began!