Chapter 348: Meditate on soul power during the day and travel on public funds at night
Nine days passed by in a blink of an eye.
Tianhun Empire, Tianhun City, Colosseum.
The scorching sun at noon shines on the blood-stained bluestone tiles.
"Hurry up! Haven't you eaten yet?"
The man in sleeveless attire brandished a red leather whip. The whip drew a sharp arc and hit the prisoners with a huge range. The thin clothes could not block it at all. The skin was ulcerated and bruises oozed out.
The prisoners did not dare to say anything. They dragged their tired bodies and pushed towards the cells.
The Colosseum is mainly divided into three areas, a four-sided arena, auditoriums of various sizes, and a dungeon area where prisoners are held.
Tui~~~
The man vomited hard and did not treat the prisoners as the same kind at all. These first-, second-, and third-level criminal soul masters had only one role, contributing to the fear, regret, and hope at the moment of death.
Usually given to those violent soul beasts who are hungry and thirsty, they brutally kill them and show a bloody feast.
The real evil soul masters fighting each other must be at the fourth level and above. Tianhun City is full of the empire's upper class. Who likes to watch rookies pecking each other? The higher the level of the soul master, the more expensive the tickets are!
Crunch!
Another bus transporting prisoners arrived.
The moment the car door opened, the man waved his whip skillfully, trying to give the newcomer a blow.
Suddenly.
The whip froze in mid-air and whipped back faster, smashing the man's face into a bloody mess.
"ah!!"
The man screamed in pain, and the whip he just whipped out actually blew out one of his eyeballs.
"Who is it!!"
"Who did it!"
"I must kill you!"
He covered his left eye that was bleeding profusely, and his right eye was so congested that he looked fiercely at the car door.
Every jailer has a death quota. The meaning is very simple. Within the quota, it doesn't matter if he is beaten to death!
Normally, it is a repertoire at the end of each month, and if it is not used, it will be used in vain, but now he wants to use it in advance.
"You're just a first-level piece of trash, I'll kill you like a dog!" A contemptuous voice came out.
"Thunder Messenger?!!"
The whip man exclaimed, it was because the opponent's iron mask was so famous. Recently, a ghost video was circulated on the Internet, which clearly recorded the death of the Thunder Messenger.
When he appeared on the stage, he was in the mist and rain for a lifetime, forcing everyone to be full, and the master was invincible.
The final ending is very reversal and very funny, using the most outrageous words and making the most cowardly surrender!
The most important thing is... the Thunder Messenger is a fifth-level soul master! A proper high-level soul master!
This also explains why he can still use his soul power even though he is restrained by handcuffs, but it cannot be completely restricted.
Taking advantage of the popularity of the video, the Colosseum issued an announcement early, attracting a large number of "come here for the fame" audience, all wanting to see how the Thunder Messenger is both brave and cowardly.
I have lived my whole life in the misty rain, and I am both brave and cowardly as the messenger of thunder!
Hiss~~~
The pain of having his left eye blown out brought the man back to the bloody reality.
"I must kill you!!"
"Prepare the most luxurious cell, with fine wine, fruits, and delicacies all arranged."
"You, what did you say?!" The man suspected that he heard wrongly.
He is a cruel and terrifying jailer who tortures prisoners, not a fucking hotel waitress!
"Please come here, we have arranged a celebration for you tonight, I hope you can continue to be arrogant tomorrow!" A man who was dressed exquisitely and had his hair slicked back said in a low tone.
"Manager Gu!" The whipped man quickly got up and shouted respectfully.
The Colosseum has two management systems, one is the jailer system that monitors prisoners, and the other is the business system responsible for operations, both of which are under the jurisdiction of Wuhun Palace. The latter has a higher status than the former and can make money.
"As long as you don't die or go blind, you can see me tomorrow."
Qin Mo maintained his character as always. I don't know when he started to become arrogant, but a bunch of cheap people were not used to it.
Fortunately... the one jumping up and down is the Thunder Messenger. What does it have to do with me, Qin Mo? !
"Haha~~" Manager Gu smiled coldly.
The so-called celebration is of course a fight in the Colosseum, but can it also be wine and champagne?
He really wanted to give Thunderbringer strength in the first game. Considering how popular this person was, he would die too early and the Colosseum would lose money.
However, you will die sooner or later, so don’t even think about leaving alive!
Thinking of this, he suppressed the anger in his heart and led the Thunder Messenger towards the cell.
The prisoners in the car were dumbfounded. Why could this man be so arrogant when everyone was guilty?
The imp jailer who is known as the first level of the Colosseum was beaten when he was told to be beaten, and he was able to leave with a swagger.
Snap! !
Snap! !
"What are you doing standing there, get out of the car! Get out of the car!"
The man is waving his whip like a man venting his anger. If he can't deal with the Thunder Messenger, can he still control you?
If the body is still intact after the Thunder Messenger is sent in a few days, he will definitely feed the wild dogs.
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Go with us all the way.
Qin Mo came to the so-called luxury cell, which was not a dungeon. The sunlight shone on the floor through the small window. The furniture was very simple, including a single bed, table, chairs, and a small independent toilet.
The special iron gate allows you to see inside from the outside, so don't think about privacy.
This is the real prison!
For Jiutian from Holy Soul City to Tianhun City, the soul master responsible for the escort was only at the sixth level. What could he do? Can you stop a king-level beast master?
It's just handcuffs, are they aimed at soul masters or beast masters? !
During the day, he meditated on his soul power, and at night, he traveled with public funds. The Colosseum paid for his travel expenses, and he visited several giant cities in the Heavenly Soul Empire. He also communicated with Scarlett and asked about public opinion.
It was still very comfortable when I was little.
It won't work when you arrive at the Colosseum. There is a king-level boss here. As for the imperial city of the Tianhun Empire, you don't have to think about it. There is definitely a king-level boss in charge!
Qin Mo walked into the cell.
Lying comfortably on the single bed, resting your legs on the table, the distance is just right.
"Don't forget the wine, fruits, and delicacies. Oh yes, let's have another Tianhun cake. I've heard about the name for a long time and haven't tasted it yet."
"You don't have to agree."
"It's just that tonight's celebration is a bit boring!"
Manager Gu secretly clenched his fists. If possible, he wanted to rush in and kill the Thunder Messenger.
Even if you go to jail, you will become an uncle!
The Colosseum is not an ordinary prison. It is more appropriate to regard this place as an execution ground for executions.
"Manager Gu, arrange for me to fight him, and I'll make sure it's hard for him to die!" In the cell opposite, a thin man with sinister eyes showed his big yellow teeth and smiled ferociously.
"There will be a chance!"
Manager Gu looked back and suddenly felt comfortable.
This person's name is Huang Sanlang, a fifth-level evil soul master. His martial soul is a brain-eating beast, and his hands are stained with blood. In order to cultivate his martial soul, he sneaked into the intermediate soul master academy and killed all the teachers and students.
In terms of sheer brutality, the Thunder Messenger, who has killed many people, is not even worthy of carrying Huang Sanlang's shoes!
"Hey, Manager Gu, I also want to try Tianhun Cake." Huang Sanlang said.
"Just wait."
One hour later.
Qin Mo placed the food on the ground and smacked his lips from time to time, showing off in front of Huang Sanlang.
Consciousness projection beast control space... Barnabas, Balzebul, Nasida, Ship Girl, you are idle when you are idle, give me a piece of the Pure Land of Paradise, Hisi version.
Opposite Huang Sanlang.
Looking down at a small package of Tianhun cake, the coveted cake suddenly no longer smelled good.
"Boy, are you playing like this with your Grandpa Huang? OK, OK, I will definitely kill you!"
