Chapter 577 There Is No Room for More Bodies to Be Buried Here...

Zheng Yu followed the large group and walked slowly to the door of the building. The strong men who managed them were wearing coats made of some kind of animal fur. The strong men lined them up and sent them into the city gate.

Zheng Yu looked at the strong man closest to him, and looked at the strength and aura of this strong man.

Maybe the environment of this world is quite special, and the violent blizzard has affected Zheng Yu's observation.

And in this violent blizzard, there are some strange auras, which make Zheng Yu's perception a little confused.

But Zheng Yu didn't bother.

He gave up exploring the strength of the strong man around him and looked at the source of the blizzard...behind this frozen city, behind a long and boundless wall.

"This aura... is a little familiar."

Zheng Yu suppressed his curiosity to climb over the wall immediately and take a look at the source of the aura.

"Master."

The voice of the witch of death came to Zheng Yu's ears.

The reason why Zheng Yu gave up investigating the strength of the strong man was not because he didn't care, but because he was a summoner himself, and his summoned beasts were his real strength.

When it comes to investigating information, the Death Witch is better than him.

Zheng Yu was not ashamed of his "weak ability to detect". Summoners are born to be soft rice and hard players. Summoners are not really hard, and the summoned beasts are the real body.

The Death Witch said to Zheng Yu: "I have completed the mental examination of the lower-level supervisor."

"Lower-level supervisor?"

"Yes, according to the hierarchy of this world, it is a lower-level supervisor, and his job is to transport slaves."

"Not responsible for supervision?"

"Supervision of slavery is the responsibility of the intermediate supervisor, and the upper supervisor is the manager who manages all supervisors and plans slavery."

"What about the others?"

"No other level information was found from the psychological activities of this supervisor."

Zheng Yu nodded. The Death Witch could actually continue to explore the deep subconsciousness of this supervisor to obtain more information, but that would definitely expose the witch's breath.

Therefore, the information obtained so far is sufficient.

The witch continued: "The strength of this subordinate supervisor is about equal to that of an awakened professional. I have investigated the other two subordinate supervisors closest to us. If we use awakening as the boundary, then both of them are below the awakening line."

Zheng Yu raised his head in surprise and glanced at the subordinate supervisor calmly.

In other words, this "civil servant" has at least the strength of awakening level?

"A small subordinate supervisor has reached awakening, and the strength of the upper level will be stronger. This abyss may be more difficult than I thought."

Zheng Yu suddenly thought of something and asked the witch, "You just said that he is responsible for transporting slaves, not for supervision... That is to say, after he transports us here, he has to go back."

"So, where to go back?"

Zheng Yu discovered a very important problem.

"Spring."

"Spring?"

The witch explained: "This supervisor has been complaining about the coldness of the Frozen City in his heart, and he is eager to think about a place called [Spring]. I guess... it should be a place warmer than the Frozen City, and it is also their destination and the place they will return to."

"Reasonable."

Zheng Yu agreed with the witch's guess.

The witches have been with Zheng Yu for a long time, and they have begun to think and speculate independently, and have already become excellent employees.

"He is the strongest among this group of lower-level supervisors?"

The witch replied: "At present, it is like this."

"What is his name?"

"Cato."

"Okay."

Zheng Yu stopped talking to the witch because he had been sent to the city gate and had to undergo a routine check before entering the city.

A supervisor groped Zheng Yu's body and even opened Zheng Yu's mouth to look at his teeth.

"Healthy teeth, in the prime of life, but weak body, F-level slave."

The supervisor commented.

Zheng Yu held back his temper.

Slavery is slavery, and it's F-level?

Although Zheng Yu complained in his heart, he didn't say anything.

But there was a laugh behind him. Zheng Yu didn't look back because he guessed that someone might have recognized him.

Just imagine that a strong man who can kill gods is evaluated as an F-level slave. It's funny to think about it... Anyone who knows Zheng Yu can't hold it back.

Because they have already thought of the future death of this supervisor.

Although the laughter was small and short, it was still discovered by the supervisor. The identity of slavery is not something you can laugh at if you want to.

Although I don't know what the future of this supervisor will be, brother, you have to be unlucky first... Zheng Yu thought so, while being pushed into the city gate, he looked back at the professional who was taken away by the supervisor.

Yes, acquaintance.

Old acquaintance.

Mayor of Shangyu City, Zhang Zhan.

My brother Zhan.

No wonder he was still recognized even though he was so dirty. As the recognized number one Yu fan on Blue Star, even if Zheng Yu turned into ashes, Zhang Zhan could still recognize him at a glance.

Zhang Zhan was dragged into a downward-opening black room next to the city gate because of several crimes such as ignoring discipline and despising the supervisor.

Then bursts of screams came from inside.

It's hard for you, Brother Zhan, who told you to hold back your laughter... Zheng Yu shook his head.

Along with Zhang Zhan's screams, Zheng Yu was assigned to the camp of the same F-level slaves, and then some other slaves came out and distributed bedding and daily necessities to them.

This group of slaves were very thin, completely different from the new slaves. They seemed to have not eaten a full meal for a long time.

The slaves that Zheng Yu followed, although they were also slaves, were all very strong.

Zheng Yu probably guessed the internal situation of this frozen city.

It looked like... a prison.

Zheng Yu looked down at his daily necessities, a set of very thick bedding, but very light. Zheng Yu pinched it and felt very hard. It was not stuffed with cotton wool but straw.

This kind of bedding can hardly keep out the cold.

Zheng Yu looked around and found that if they were worried, they should be local natives. If they had no expression and didn't care whether the bedding was cold-proof, they were people from Blue Star.

What's the important thing about whether the bedding is cold-proof? Zheng Yu is enough... This is what they think.

After distributing the items, a tall intermediate supervisor wearing a thick cotton jacket stood in front of them, ready to lecture them.

"Two things."

"First, during the year you serve in the Frozen City, I will be your superior. I will manage all your food, clothing, housing, transportation, work and wages."

"I will be responsible for everything about you, including... your personal safety."

"Second, you are classified as F-level slaves, so you can only do the work of F-level slaves. You cannot disobey the orders of the supervisor. This is the most basic. Secondly, you cannot privately rob the work of slaves with higher levels than you."

"Finally..."

The supervisor said in a deep voice: "Your job is only to work. Apart from working, don't worry about anything that happens."

"Unless... you are tired of living."

"It's only one year, you can get through it with gritted teeth. I hope you can all be alive in a year..."

Although it was a blessing, the tone was very cold.

Especially the mid-level supervisor whispered to himself at the end, "There is no room for more bodies here..."

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