Before he knew it, three days passed, and Xiao Yuanchao slowly recovered his spirit and strength, but only a very small part of it was recovered. Every day, he had to endure the butcher's roaring scolding, and the leftover soup he ate. When he was pulled out of the cage, his steps were Xu Huang.

A very small part of the recovery only allowed him to escape from his dying state. With his current physical condition, he could hardly bear external power. He was weak, very weak.

"Stand firmly, you can eat and drink every day, don't pretend!" The butcher pulled Xiao Yuanchao's iron collar around his neck and cursed.

With a staggering foot, Xiao Yuanchao almost fell to the ground. He did not resist, one because he did not have the power to resist; the other because the current resistance has no meaning at all.

The butcher cursed and dragged Xiao Yuan forward, walked through the dim corridor, and came to a hot room.

The room was not dry at all because there was a large stove in the middle, burning with flames. There were all kinds of torture instruments around the stove, and those torture instruments were stained with bad colors, and some even had clear minced meat hanging on them - that was human flesh, and these torture instruments were for people to use.

"Don't think about running away, because no one can run out. As long as they are caught back, they will be sent here to enjoy life, hahahaha..." The butcher laughed, took out the soldering iron from the stove, shook his head at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "Stand steadily and don't move, let me brand you a mark. With this mark, you have the master's belong to."

If you can't resist, you can only bear it. Xiao Yuanchao sighed softly and stood there quietly.

Such cooperation made the butcher stunned for a moment. He had marked many people, and almost all of them were fighting desperately, but this guy was standing there without resisting, which was really strange.

"Branding with marks does not mean being a slave, and not having marks does not mean not a slave." Xiao Yuanchao stared at the butcher's eyes and said, "I know you won't live long. Really, because there is black air between your eyebrows, it has reached an irresistible level. If I guess correctly, you can't live today!"

When he was cursed and died, the butcher was furious and imprinted the branding iron on Xiao Yuanchao's left chest.

"Sizi..."

The sound of the red soldering iron burning the flesh, and the air suddenly filled with the fragrance of boiled meat. Xiao Yuanchao was still standing there, pinching his fists tightly. The blue veins on his face and neck burst out, enduring the extreme pain under the burning. He did not resist. He did not scream the pain, he stood there silently to bear it!

This look made the butcher feel a sense of fear. He had never seen such a person before. He would not cry out for pain when he imprinted his iron on his body. Usually, such people are terrible, and the blood of beasts flows in his bones.

"Don't you feel pain?" the butcher asked in surprise.

"It hurts, it hurts very much." Xiao Yuanchao let out a sigh of relief and said, "It's just that I don't have the habit of crying pain in front of the dog."

"you……"

"You can't survive today, I promise!" Two red and fierce lights burst out from Xiao Yuanchao's eyes.

"Dog things, miscellaneous! See if you can't survive today. Or I can't survive. Let me go!" The butcher pulled Xiao Yuanchao's iron collar heavily and pulled him out.

"Crazy! Crazy!..."

The chains on their hands and feet were dragged onto the ground, making a heavy sound. Walk out of the corridor, out of the room, and onto the street.

The moment he arrived at the street, Xiao Yuanchao immediately judged that this was an underground city. Because he could not see the sky at all. The street was full of lights, noisy, and all kinds of curses kept coming. There were many people, and almost no good person - Xiao Yuanchao is still used to using good people and bad people to judge, even if he knew that this was not the standard of judgment.

The reason why there are no good people here is because many people look fierce and evil. And half of the opportunities are all parts of various weapons and equipment set up by stalls.

“fuck!you!”

"Bang!"

A strong man in camouflage pants cursed loudly and punched one of the guys to the ground. As for why he hit the other person, it might be just because the other person blocked his way.

"Zhazi, this is the woman I like first!"

"Is the woman you like yours yours? Let's fight!"

"Then the duel, I will tear you out of your asshole!"

“…”

Chaos, extremely chaotic. The streets are full of violence. This is an underground city with almost no rules. Whoever has a big fist is the boss, and the strong are the prey of the weak, and they are clearly divided.

"Crazy! Crazy!..."

Xiao Yuanchao, led by the butcher, walked forward step by step and fully felt the breath here. He had a familiar feeling, and what made him feel familiar was two words: survival.

Yes, survival. In a world where the strong prey on the weak, survival is particularly prominent; in a world where violence is respected, survival can be displayed naked in front of everyone without any fig leaf.

"Hehe, Tulip, this little girl, got a small toothpick again, haha, I have to lose tonight!" A rude and strong man laughed loudly.

"This little girl can't lose many times and will soon be reduced to a civilian. We can have a good talk with her!"

"Yes, my big bird is already thirsty, hahahahaha..."

“…”

Vulgar voices followed one after another, and a group of men and women watched Xiao Yuanchao as if they were looking at animals. They could tell from the tulip imprint on Xiao Yuanchao's chest that he belonged to the charming woman. This is the mark, and everyone here has a mark.

It seems that this girl is not doing well and is about to fall out...

Xiao Yuanchao looked back at the gorgeous European-style house behind him and continued to walk forward under the butcher's leadership. Through those words, he knew that this underground city had its own strict rank and rules.

A place to live, the most extreme place to live.

The strictness of hierarchy is always the highest manifestation of survival. Under the natural laws of the food chain, human society is also filled with food chain laws. In ancient times, it was class and blood, but now it was status and money. However, the current food chain laws of human society cannot be compared with ancient times. In the process of deduction of democracy, the feeling is not so clear.

The food chain rules of this underground city should be established in ancient times. There are civilians, slaves, and civilians, there are higher levels of existence. One level after another, like a pyramid.

Judging from the size of the underground city and the level of people here, this is a perfect place to survive.
Chapter completed!