"First go and see those who volunteered to become slaves." Tang Fan said with a little curiosity in his heart.


    "My Lord, please follow me." Wang Gang said, leading the way, while Sun Li stayed at the off-road vehicle to prevent the car from being stolen by some blind guy.


    Tang fan followed Wang Gang inside, turned into a small alley, continued to move forward, turned several corners, and came to a shabby but not small thatched house.


    Tang fan can''t help but be surprised. In this age, it''s quite unexpected to see thatched houses in the city.


    A smell of sour and smelly mixture floated out of the thatched house. It was very choking, and the yellow light flickered. It can be imagined that it must be a mess.


    "Sir, just go in from here."


    Wang Gang came to an open door and said, the light inside looked very dim. Bursts of strange groans came out intermittently, like pain, like hunger and so on.


    Walking to the door, the mixed sour smell suddenly became more rich.


    Under the source of gray, Tang fan''s eyes coagulated, because he had seen the scene in the thatched house.


    The gloom here could not stop Tang fan''s sharp and terrible eyes, which were as clear as day.


    Inside the thatched cottage, there are figures lying one after another, and some are lying on the ground, some are sitting, and some are leaning against the walls of the thatched cottage, with different postures and no shape.


    They were ragged, haggard and thin, obviously over malnourished.


    There''s no way. After all, they can''t even get food. It''s very good not to be starved to death. It''s already a great luck. Where can they ask for others.


    Here, Tang fan vaguely felt the smell of death.


    There is life and death in human body.


    When the vitality is vigorous, the person will be healthy and energetic. When the breath of death becomes strong, the person will fall into disease, and as the breath of death becomes strong, he will eventually die.


    Tang fan is a necromancer who focuses on spiritual power, but he is extremely sensitive to the smell of death and can easily feel it. Therefore, he immediately judges that many people must have died in this thatched house, and now, many people are on the verge of death.


    Tang fan and others stepped into the thatched cottage. A slight sound of footsteps sounded and spread in it. For a moment, it was like a stone falling into a calm sleep, stirring up layers of ripples.


    "Someone is coming."


    A rather weak but excited voice sounded, as if moving forward in the heavy darkness. When he was on the verge of despair, he suddenly saw a ray of light pierce the darkness and illuminate the warmth on his body.


    As soon as the sound appeared, the others moved and struggled one by one. Although they were very weak at this time, they still struggled to sit up.


    He opened his eyes, his thin cheeks, his eyes almost protruded, his eyes were dull and dull.


    "Choose me."


    "Choose me."


    "Choose me. I''m proficient in software design..."


    "Choose me, choose me, I can fashion design..."


    When these people saw Tang fan and others appear one by one, they immediately understood the purpose of Tang fan and others coming here.


    Of course, there are only two kinds of people who come to this place, one is those who voluntarily become slaves and trade themselves, and the other is naturally those who come to buy slaves.


    Look at the costumes of Tang fan and others. It''s obviously not