Plop! When Zhao Yun appeared again, he was accompanied by this sound.
He fell into the water, but not into the river, but into the sea.
He was lucky enough to avoid drowning and was picked up by a passing merchant ship.
"What a baby."
"A child can also make up for it."
"A little kid is not enough for a beast to fill his teeth."
"You know what, rich men like to see bloody things."
Accompanied by a flurry of words, the huge merchant ship sailed into the distance.
Deep in the sea, there is an island. When viewed from the sky, its shape resembles a skull. This is where the name "Skull Island" comes from.
At night, merchant ships docked at Skull Island.
Then, there was noisy shouting, "Hurry up, hurry up."
When I took a closer look, I realized that there were three or five big men escorting the prisoners off the boat.
Oh no, they are not prisoners, but slaves. They are all chained in chains. Most of them have disheveled hair and ragged clothes. A few of them are covered in blood. They must have been whipped frequently on weekdays.
Zhao Yun also came down, but he didn't come down, he was carried down by someone. He must have drunk too much water in the sea and was still in a coma. His whole body was wet.
A group of slaves were driven all the way to Skull Island.
There are many dungeons on the island, and that is where they belong.
Zhao Yun was no exception. He picked up his big man and threw it in rudely. Before leaving, he did not forget to scold him.
"Be honest, if you dare to chirp, I will chop you up."
He left, carrying the wine bottle, and went somewhere else to enjoy himself.
However, his words worked very well. There was no sound in the dark dungeon.
It was not until late at night that I heard whispers in the prison.
"Why is there still a baby?"
"Those beasts that eat people without spitting out their bones, do they still care about you, adults and children?"
"Tomorrow, it will be our turn. I don't know if we can have a full meal."
The dungeon is dark, blurry scenes can be seen vaguely, three or five
A wild man was surrounding Zhao Yun, looking at him again and again.
It cannot be said that they are savages. They must have been imprisoned for too long. All of them have unkempt hair and unkempt beards. At first glance, they are really no different from savages.
In fact, they are all slaves, and they are all shackled, and even when they move their hands and feet, there is a clanging sound of iron chains.
roar!
Just because it's late at night doesn't mean it's peaceful.
Listen carefully, the roars of wild beasts come and go, falling in the slave's ears like a curse, making people tremble.
Ugh!
At some point, Zhao Yun woke up from his coma.
He must have fallen asleep, and even after he opened his eyes, he didn't move for a while, just staring blankly at the beam, in a daze.
When his consciousness became clear, he suddenly sat up and looked around subconsciously.
This sight frightened him. There were people all around, staring straight at him, like wolves staring at a piece of fat, and he was that piece of fat.
.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Yun grabbed a stick and jumped up, staring at these people with vigilance, or maybe it was these ghosts, because their shape, no matter where you looked at it, was 360 degrees of human and ghost.
Not ghost.
"We are all slaves." A skinny old man chuckled, his voice was rather hoarse.
"Slave?" Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment.
"Baby, you are also a slave."
"I."
roar!
Before Zhao Yun finished speaking, he heard a roar from outside.
It was supposed to be a mighty army. It woke up and was raising its bright voice. It roared violently and with a lot of anger. When you heard it, you couldn't help but feel your heart trembling.
Why!
The slaves all sighed and sat back down, most of them with their heads buried in silence.
Quietly in a daze.
The rest are scratching around in the corner, as if they are looking for something. If they catch one or two cockroaches, they will eagerly stuff them into their mouths and chew them vigorously, as if they have eaten some delicacies in the world, for fear that others will snatch them.
.
Zhao Yun stopped talking. He glanced at the outside world first, and then looked up, down, left, and right.
This must be a dungeon, dark, damp, and dim. There are some straw mats, but obviously no quilts. Cover your body to keep yourself warm.
"Why did I come here?" .??.
Zhao Yun frowned and tried his best to remember.
He remembered that at the martial arts training ground in Wutong Town, he was teaching on behalf of a teacher. When the children were riding horses, he had nothing to do and was telling his fortune under the tree. As he was doing the calculations, he felt that his eyes were darkened.
When I wake up again, I'm in this dungeon.
"Another evil attack?" Zhao Yun muttered.
Again, why do you say again?
Because he often encounters evil spirits, he changes places without any warning.
Just like that night, I was practicing swordplay in the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, I arrived at the old scholar's house. Not only did they smash a big hole in the house, but they also gave the old gentleman hemiplegia.
This time, I'm afraid he was a little far behind.
Thinking of this, he also found a corner to sit there, poked the skinny old man beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, where is this?"
"Skull Island." The thin old man spoke absentmindedly.
"Then have you ever heard of Wutong Town?" Zhao Yun asked again hurriedly.
"Unheard of." The thin old man shook his head, his eyes dim.
"Thank you."
Zhao Yun said, then ran to the side and asked one after another.
Unfortunately, no one knows.
Helpless, he sat back in the corner again and quietly looked at the outside world.
"Don't look at the child, you can't get out," the thin old man said.
After hearing this, Zhao Yun asked in confusion, "Why are we being arrested?"
"In Skull Island, there is a
In the Colosseum, slaves were brought to fight with wild beasts every day for the rich to watch."
"Fighting with wild beasts? What if you get eaten?"
"We are all lowly slaves. Who cares about our life and death?" The thin old man's voice became even more hoarse when he spoke. When he looked at the outside world, his expression became dazed, "I have been here for three years.
, there are performances of fighting beasts every day. If you are lucky, you can survive. If you are not lucky, you will be torn into pieces by the beasts. But it doesn’t matter if you survive, there will be another show."
Zhao Yun was silent, his brows furrowed.
This is a world of cannibalism!
"Child, let's get some sleep! Maybe you can dream about your hometown. When dawn comes, it will be our turn." The thin old man smiled and stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Yun's little head.
"I don't want to dream about my hometown, I want to go home."
Zhao Yun got up again and sneakily approached the cell door.
He wanted to pry open the door, but it was an iron fence, so damn hard.
After trying hard to no avail, he squatted down and forced his little head out of the door.
Seeing this, all the slaves in the prison looked at him.
I had forgotten that this was a kid, short in stature, who could slip through the gaps in the iron fence.
After taking one look, they all looked away.
No matter how you get out, you still can't escape from Skull Island.
Sure enough, the commotion in the dungeon attracted the cell leader, who was a tough man with a strong back and a strong back. From a distance, he saw a little head stuck on the iron fence.
"You little bastard, you still want to run away?"
The reckless man looked fierce and kicked Zhao Yun back.
Perhaps his strength was too great, and Zhao Yun hit the wall completely. His body was turbulent, a small mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell unconscious on the spot.
Just like that, the reckless man still didn't show his anger, opened the door, and kicked Zhao Yun again.
The city gate caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond.
Zhao Yun was beaten, and all the slaves in the prison were not spared. Without exception, they all received a whip.