"Here, Zhouzi, your salary today."

An old man with a blind eye, wearing a black one-eyed mask and a blue jacket came over and saw the ark sleeping in the corner of the wall and shouted.

When the ark woke up, he threw a string of copper coins.

Fang Ark was still in the future and thought about whether the real or dream that he had just experienced, he subconsciously took the copper coins.

Holding the copper coins, Fang Ark suddenly became energetic, and he didn't care about the illusion just now.

I counted carefully and found eighteen copper plates.

"Master Zhao, why are there only eighteen?"

Fang Ark stood up and bowed and asked.

"I just like your politeness."

The old man held the cigarette pole in his mouth and said with a smile.

He met his grandfather who died in the boxing, so he was quite friendly with Fang Ark.

The old man took a sip of cigarettes and said slowly, "The money from the yellow character No. 89 just now was deducted by Monkey."

"You were slow to stop bleeding before, which made Qian Monkey lose an important boxing match. In that boxing match, Qian Monkey broke three fingers, and his combat power was greatly reduced. If there was no chance, he would have to spend his whole life in the yellow boxing game."

"That guy is a little sensible and loves to hold grudges. He blames you for all the reasons."

Fang Zhou frowned: "But in the game just now, did Monkey Monkey win the boxing?"

"Although I won the boxing, Qian Houzi complained to his coach, saying that you can't serve and move slowly, so I deducted two copper coins from you."

Mr. Zhao explained slowly.

grass!

Fang Zhou cursed in his heart.

But on the surface, he remained silent, clutching the copper coins tightly, and making no sound.

The status of a martial artist in the boxing ring is much higher than that of a servant like him who does miscellaneous work in the martial arts arena.

Looking at Fang Fang who was silent and enduring, the one-eyed old man who called Mr. Zhao was used to it.

If your temper has not been smoothed out, it is difficult to survive in the martial arts arena.

The difference in identity between servants and warriors lies there.

The old man knocked on the cigarette pole and said, "Zhouzi, you were yelling to go to the boxing ring a few months ago, why haven't you shouted recently?"

Fang Ark took the copper coins back into his pocket and shook his head: "If you don't fight, you won't dare to fight."

Fang Ark who came through time was still very self-aware. If he went on stage to fight, he would definitely die.

He is afraid of death.

This month, he has worked hard in this world to survive. He is naturally even more reluctant to die easily.

"I know you are short of money. Now the court is promoting bloodline martial arts. You want to save money to buy the essence and blood of ferocious beasts, and melt the essence and blood into bloodline warriors."

"But even the lowest-quality ferocious beast essence and blood imported from the demon clan is not cheap."

"You want to make money, change your destiny, and you can't save enough money in your life. For you kids in the slums, boxing is the fastest way. If you have good luck and show your talent and be attracted by a big man, it is equivalent to taking the lead in the sky, and your glory and wealth are within your fingertips."

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "Don't consider it anymore?"

Fang Ark was very clear-headed, and he was not moved, and he shook his head firmly.

Mr. Zhao picked up with one eye and laughed out loud. The little people had a way of living like a little people.

Some people beat this boxing, but he didn't force it.

"You boy is so calm."

"For your grandpa's sake, if you want to punch, you can come to me."

"Eight warriors died in the boxing ring today, waiting to throw away the bodies. I will leave this life to you. You can transport these bodies back to the burning house in the slums and burn them."

"It's your hard work fee of ten copper coins."

One-eyed Master Zhao took out ten copper plates in strings and threw them to Fang Fang.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao." Fang Zhou took it and hurriedly bowed and thanked him sincerely.

The old man in blue jacket waved his hands, hummed a tune, grabbed the cigarette pole with one hand, and swayed and squeezed into the crowd of people in the martial arts arena.

...

...

"Puji!"

The cloth shoes stepped on the accumulated stagnant water and splashed large pieces of dirty water.

The ark pushed the cart with eight corpses stacked out of the martial arts arena. The sky is gray and the air is filled with the strong smell of blood from the corpses.

In the stinky ditches on both sides of the streets of the slums, mice bigger than cats crawled around, as if attracted by blood, stopped, and their eyes like black beans looked at the corpse in the cart, and then a "squeak" sound turned into a black shadow and ran away.

When I arrived at the corpse burning room, the drunkard guarding the burning room was lying on the chair and slept with a pile of empty bottles of strong wine scattered around my feet.

Fang Ark skillfully carried eight cold bodies, threw them into the incinerator, closed the lid, shoveled coal, and burned the fire.

The red fire slowly swallowed up eight corpses.

Fang Ark sat on the ground, staring blankly at the firelight jumping in the stove.

Fang Ark had thought about what Mr. Zhao said about going to the boxing ring to fight. After all, the yellow boxing in the martial arts arena does not stipulate the identity of the person who came to the stage.

Even if you are not a warrior, you can still take the stage.

If you win one game, you can earn ten taels of silver. If you pay the fee to the martial arts arena, you can still have seven or eight taels left. Even if you lose boxing, you can still have fifty copper coins.

However, for ordinary people, the mortality rate is too high, because the opponent you encounter may be a warrior who has melted the essence and blood of a ferocious beast.

Those who have been in the boxing want to work hard to survive and make money.

So everyone is very ruthless in attacking, and they are always fighting their opponents to death.

For small people at the bottom, kindness cannot make you survive, it depends on ruthlessness.

This is the knowledge learned from the Ark travels through time.

At the beginning, Fang Ark also wanted to make a lot of money by going to the boxing ring, changing to a good residence, moving out of this damn slum, and moving into the inner city of the city.

However, when he saw an ordinary warrior who was hit by a punch, his brain burst with one punch, he became decisive and cowardly.

I plan to save enough money to buy the essence and blood of the ferocious beasts, and after the fusion of essence and blood, open the blood sac, and become a real blood warrior, then go to boxing.

As for the more expensive Qi Refining technique, it can’t be bought by saving money, and Fang Ark didn’t think about it.

There was a "clang".

The sound of wine bottles hitting the ground outside interrupted Fang Fang's thoughts.

Fang Ark came to his senses, stood up, patted his pants, and he looked at the slowly jumping flames in the fire, and couldn't help but feel a trance, thinking of the "dream" in the martial arts arena today.

The candlelight in the dream burns like this.

"That Chuanwu Bookstore..."

Is it a dream?

The ark whispered.

Then, he turned around and walked out of the burning room.

"Oh, it's Zhouzi... Is it a hiccup?"

The drunk man guarding the burning room was unshaven and blushed, pulling his lame legs, and shook the bottle of wine in his hand towards the ark.

Fang Ark smiled and waved his hand because Master Zhao occasionally arranged for him to burn the body. After a while, Fang Ark and the drunkard became much more familiar with each other.

The drunk man was once a warrior under Mr. Zhao, but he was broken in a boxing game, his bloodbath was sacked, and his force was lost.

All my thoughts are gone, this person drinks and lives every day.

After spending the savings, Mr. Zhao was nostalgic and arranged for him a leisurely errand to guard the burning room.

The drunkard waved his hand, too lazy to pay attention to Fang Fang, took a sip of wine on his own, and then lay on the side and vomited a lot.

Ark pushed the cart out of the burning house, passed through the dilapidated and dirty streets of the slums, and re-entered the inner city wall.

The cart for transporting corpses is something from the martial arts arena, and the public's tools must be paid back, otherwise the money will be deducted several times.

As soon as he returned to the gate of the martial arts arena, a short and thin figure walked out from inside, wearing a gray short-shot, revealing his dark and strong arms.

When Fang Ark, who was pushing the cart, his expression changed when he saw this person, lowered his head and planned to pass by the other party.

However, the short and thin figure is here.

"etc!"

"Raise your head."

The figure glanced over and shouted coldly.
To be continued...