I sell Coke in the doomsday

"It's time to hit the road."

Hearing this, the "gorilla" nodded slightly, stood up without saying a word, walked out of the cell door, and took the key from my hand.

Then, I turned my back and pretended to be escorted, and the "gorilla" cooperated by holding my shoulders and whispering.

"Let's go."

Hearing this, I lowered my head, stepped forward, and walked towards the prison door.

The "gorilla" did not speak and remained in a dejected look. However, the moment he pushed open the prison door, he seemed to have changed his face and became full of energy.

Very good acting.

Not far from the prison, I squinted my eyes in the dazzling light and saw two people walking towards me. They had strange smiles on their faces and greeted the "gorilla" behind me.

"Hey, gorilla, did you have fun last night?"

The gorilla smiled when he heard this, pretending to be refreshed and said with a smile.

"Maybe we've gone a little too far, do you want to join us tonight?"

The two men laughed and cursed for a few words, and didn't ask any more questions. One of them took a black hood and put it directly on my head.

Darkness suddenly enveloped me, and I could no longer see the front. I could only stumble forward, pulled by the gorilla.

With my vision blocked, my other senses seemed to become sharper.

I could hear the sound of the wind, the smell of corpses mixed with the stench of sweat, and as I moved step by step, I could hear the shouts of the crowd.

In those voices, there was excitement, anger, and a fanaticism that I could not understand.

"arrive."

Suddenly, the gorilla whispered something like this, and then I realized that he had opened my handcuffs and shackles.

Finally, he whispered in my ear.

"You're going to die here!"

As he spoke, he pushed me hard on the back, and the next moment, my body fell straight down.

In an instant, I felt dizzy and before I could react, my back fell heavily to the ground. Under the huge impact, I couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Oh shit!"

I cursed under my breath, then reached out and pulled off the black hood on my head. I supported myself on the ground with one hand and looked around.

The next moment, this so-called duel arena came into my sight.

It turned out that the so-called dueling arena was nothing more than a three-meter-high circular pit dug by someone.

This huge circular pit is as big as a football field. Zhao Yi is really a guy who would do such an activity that wastes manpower and resources.

With all these manpower and resources, wouldn't it be good for him to use them to reclaim farmland?

I brushed the dirt off my body and looked up, only to see that there were crowds of people all around me. They were surrounding me, standing on high places, shouting something I couldn't understand, and the place was filled with noise.

Suddenly, the crowd on the earth wall behind me quickly dispersed to both sides like a tide. I looked over there and saw Zhao Yi, dressed in a pure white robe, slowly walking out of the empty path.

Zhao Yi walked to the side, looked down at me, and said indifferently.

"How do you feel now?"

I looked at Zhao Yi, thought again and again, and finally spoke to him calmly.

“I’ve never felt better.”

Chapter 102: Arena (II)

"I hope you will think the same way next time."

Zhao Yi smiled coldly and raised his right hand. In an instant, the noisy voices stopped and no one dared to speak anymore.

It was so quiet that the whole world seemed to be silent and you could hear a pin drop. It was as if all these people were like puppets in Zhao Yi's hands, and their every move was controlled by him.

Zhao Yi slowly withdrew his raised hand and looked at me with deep eyes. Perhaps this was his way of demonstration. He lowered his voice and spoke to me.

"If your skull could stay, I would make a wine glass out of it and set it with diamonds."

After saying that, Zhao Yi turned around, took unsteady steps, and walked towards the high platform in the distance. I looked at his back, put my hands to my mouth, and shouted loudly.

“Are you a fly?”

"You like to make a fuss about corpses so much."

Zhao Yi naturally did not respond to me, and I also moved my gaze back from a distance and looked at the deep pit carefully.

The pit was more than three meters deep and unusually spacious. Opposite me was a passage fixed with wood inside.

That passage should lead directly to the ground, and it should be the exit dug by the people who dug this big pit.

At the spacious exit, there is a wooden door, which actually looks a bit like a gladiatorial arena. The Reformed Church is really willing to spend a lot of money in such an unworthy place.

After Zhao Yi turned and left, the crowd above began to make noise again. In the chaos, someone raised a fist-sized stone and smashed it on my head.

Bang! With a muffled sound, my eyes went dark and a sharp pain came from the back of my head. I staggered forward a step and reached out to touch the back of my head. The place I touched was slippery, but I felt a bloodstain.

I rubbed the back of my head and looked down at my feet, only to see a very sharp stone falling next to my left foot.

The tip of the stone was almost as sharp as an arrow. I picked up the stone and looked behind me, only to see a child of about eleven or twelve in the crowd above. He was holding a pile of sharpened stones and smiling at me.

Children? I don't have the habit of hitting children.

As I thought about this, I weighed the stone in my hand, swung it suddenly, and smashed the stone hard on the boy's hand.

Bang! The stone landed precisely on the boy's hand, and the boy screamed, the stones in his hand scattered all over the ground, and he started crying.

I glanced at the crying boy, turned away and ignored him.

Yes, I don’t have the habit of hitting children, but in my opinion, those who take the initiative to hit others are not children, but little punks.

After seeing me throwing stones at a boy and making him cry, the noise nearby became louder, with shouting and cursing ringing incessantly, and countless debris being thrown down.

I dodged the rocks that were thrown at me while moving towards the center.

Suddenly, I kicked a small mound of earth under my feet, and a white skull rolled out from the yellow sand.

Seeing this, I frowned, squatted down, picked up the skull and looked at it carefully.

The white skull showed signs of being struck by a blunt object and also had many tooth marks left by wild beasts.

I touched the skull in my hand and listened to the shouting and cursing of those people behind me. My mood was complicated and inexplicable.

Along the way, I have been trying to save more people and have been called arrogant and stupid.

But no matter how hard I try, there are still people in this world who die miserably and without dignity every day, and their bones are buried in the sand.

I reached out and brushed away the yellow sand on the skull in my hand, then reached my palm into the thick sand, groped around, and pulled out a leg bone that was broken into two pieces.

The broken surface of the leg bone was very sharp, and it looked like it was cut off by a knife.

Just at this moment, people suddenly burst into a shrill cheer. I frowned, looked up and looked forward.

However, I saw that at the exit right in front of me, the wooden door was slowly pushed open, and three strong men with bare upper bodies, holding three axes, walked out with a grin.

Is it time to start?

I threw away the sand in my hand, held the leg bone, and slowly stood up.

At this time, the crowd surrounding the pit began waving their arms and shouting loudly.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Hearing the cheers of the people, the three strong men proudly raised the axes in their hands and waved to the crowd, who responded with warm cheers.

Amid the thunderous cheers, the three strong men looked at me with contempt, then suddenly stepped forward, holding axes in both hands, and rushed towards me.

I held the leg bone in my hand, stood there motionless, and looked at the three men expressionlessly.

After a few breaths, the man in the front came to me. He suddenly exerted force with both hands, broke the yellow sand with an axe, and chopped down vertically at my head.

The axe reflected the sunlight and shone on my face. I leaned sideways and the axe blade touched the tip of my nose and fell down.

At this moment, I turned my hand as if holding a dagger, pointed the tip of the leg bone at the man's throat, and stabbed it down suddenly.

puff!

The next moment, I passed by that person, my right hand was empty, and the leg bone was nowhere to be seen, while that person's steps went weak and he stumbled forward.

Blood splattered, the long axe fell to the ground, and the man reached out to touch his bleeding throat with horror, but he only felt a broken bone stuck in his throat.

After taking three steps in succession, the man's body went limp and he fell straight to the ground, dead.

On the other side, the other two had also arrived. I took a step, turned around, and rushed sideways to face the falling axe.

The long axe fell, flesh and blood were torn apart, and a figure flew backwards like a cannonball and landed heavily in the distance. I endured the severe pain in my body, stepped forward, and avoided the attack of the last person.

A breeze blew across my face, the smell of blood carried in the wind, and I turned quickly, just in time to see the last man coming at me with an axe.

I grasped the fallen axe handle with one hand, and when the axe blade touched my hair, I stopped the downward force. The man looked stunned, and no matter how hard he tried, the axe in his hand could not move forward an inch.

There was rage in my eyes and the strength in my hands grew stronger and stronger. The man's hand bones quickly deformed in my hands, making crisp sounds, which were the sounds of bones cracking.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

In severe pain, the man screamed non-stop, making my ears hurt. I suddenly pulled my hand and pulled the man straight in front of me. At the same time, I clenched my other hand into a fist and punched forward.

Bang! With the muffled sound of flesh and blood, my fist was like a bullet, instantly breaking through the man's flesh and blood, passing through his chest, and appearing behind him.

"..."

The noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and there was an eerie silence. Everyone stared at me in disbelief.

I withdrew my arm from the man's body, and he stared at me blankly with a dull look in his eyes, his pupils gradually dilated.

The red blood stained my arm, with a disgusting fishy smell. I shook my arm and watched the man fall backwards and take his last breath.

Chapter 103: Arena (Part 3)

"That's disgusting."

I looked at the blood and flesh on my arm and felt nauseous. No matter how many times I did it, I could never get used to the feeling of killing, nor the instinctive disgust for the flesh and blood of my own kind.

There was still no sound in the slightly cold wind. Everyone was silent, no cheering, no screaming.

I don’t know how Zhao Yi introduced me to this group of people, making them hate me so much, or maybe they hate everyone who is different from them.

After a long silence, there was a sound again from the exit of the giant pit, and several black dogs, drooling and barking wildly, ran into the field.

As soon as the black dogs entered the field, they went straight to the three corpses without any hesitation, as if this was their duty.

I think I know where the beast's tooth marks on the skull came from.

The answer is not difficult to guess. These people have been using these dogs to deal with the bodies of the losers.

The black dogs were fat and strong. After they pounced on the corpse, they began to bite it excitedly, tearing off large pieces of flesh and blood.

After seeing this scene, the silent audience seemed to regain their mood. They looked at the black dogs eating with relish and began to cheer and scream.

Suddenly, it seemed that everyone had forgotten me. All they saw were the black dogs and the corpses.

Boom! ! ! !

Amid the cheers, a long axe suddenly broke through the air. A cold light flashed, and a black dog's head instantly exploded into a bloody mist under the axe blade.

I stood in the blood mist, holding the long axe, gasping for breath.

The cheers in the crowd stopped abruptly. They looked at me in surprise, horror and confusion, unable to understand why I did this.

“Woof!! Woof!?”

Amid the black dogs' crazy roars, I raised the axe again and swung it quickly, chopping at those damn dogs.

It has nothing to do with good or evil, I just don't like watching these dogs eating people.

There's no particular reason, I just wanted to do it.

A moment later, I stood gasping for breath among the corpses of the black dogs, looking up at the crowd that was becoming increasingly angry.

Everyone has his or her own way of living, just like the group of people in front of me. They want to live so foolishly. I have no way to stop them, but I want to live my own way.

Just like now, they can call me a lunatic and a pagan, and I can also punch them in the face, grab their necks, and send them to see that brain-damaged god.

"Damn it! Where did this lunatic come from?"