After taking two steps, Feng Chou heard a weak call behind him. He looked back and found that the weak middle-aged man lying next to him reached out to him for help. He seemed to be unable to get up.
Feng Chou asked Qiankun Pagoda, "Does this person have an infectious disease?"
Qiankun Pagoda replied, "From the scan results, this person has been malnourished for a long time. His body has been overdrawn for a long time, causing him to be extremely weak. Compared with others, there is no special flora and virus in his body. There should be no infectious disease."
When Feng Chou heard this, he walked forward and reached out to pull that person up.
What he did not expect was that after the man stood up, he rushed into his arms and opened his mouth to bite his neck.
Feng Chou's reaction speed at this time was more than three times that of ordinary people. Of course, he would not let such a patient succeed. He quickly retreated and avoided the man's bite.
The patient who missed his target and fell heavily on the ground raised his face, which was bleeding from his nose, and looked at Feng Chou fiercely. He hissed, "You will die too!
You will die too!
You will also … die … "
His head gradually drooped, and his voice became lower and lower … until it could no longer be heard.
For the patient's bite and scream, Feng Chou did not feel much surprise except for the initial surprise. In the face of death and despair, the distortion of human nature, in the memory of the end of the Ming Dynasty, he saw too much.
Looking at the patient who finally stopped moving, Feng Chou took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the door.
Outside the gate, all the slaves lined up and looked at the food cart slowly serving the slaves in the stone house in front of them.
Feng Chou glanced at the long line. Sure enough, the strong slaves who went out last were in the front. But to Feng Chou's surprise, the Level Six warrior was not in the first place, but in the third place.
He looked at the line, turned and walked to the end of the line …
When Feng Chou was the last to get a meal, it was already half an hour later.
Feng Chou looked at the black food in the wooden bowl and had no appetite at all.
This thing looked like a thick porridge with many thick fibers. There were also some mushrooms mixed in the porridge.
He lowered his head and smelled it. There was a faint sweet fragrance.
Qiankun Pagoda told him that most of the food was carbohydrates, but there was also a small amount of protein. Among them, there was more crude fiber, so the taste would definitely not be good.
Feng Chou was the last to enter the house with a bowl. To his surprise, most of the slaves were holding the bowl and swallowing their saliva, but they did not start eating. Only a few people were wolfing down the food.
Feng Chou took a closer look and saw that those who were eating were the strong slaves who had just lined up in the front.
The four strongest slaves quickly finished the rice in their bowls and put their bowls in front of them. Those who had not eaten before automatically lined up in front of them and scooped out some porridge from their bowls and put it into their bowls.
After observing for a moment, Feng Chou finally figured out what they were doing.
It turned out that this group of people was divided into several classes. The first class was the four strongest guys. These four people, in addition to the three people that Qiankun Pagoda had reminded Feng Chou to pay attention to, there was also a bald man who had the physical fitness of a Second Rank Warrior.
These four people had the right to collect protection fees from others. The so-called protection fees were food.
The second class had five people. Although these five people had not reached the level of professionals, they were relatively strong. They had no right to collect protection fees, but they had the right to not pay protection fees.
So they could eat with the four people before them.
The remaining twenty people were in the third class. They had to take out a part of their own food and give it to the four people in the first class.
Moreover, the four people who collected protection fees also had their own status. This status was reflected in the number of people who paid protection fees to them.
For example, the seemingly strongest fourth rank warrior had more than a dozen people paying protection fees to him.
The weakest second rank warrior only had four people paying protection fees to him.
Moreover, among the people who paid protection fees, there were differences in status. Those with a slightly higher status only had to give up two spoonfuls of food, while those with a lower status had to give up less than half of their food.
Feng Chou looked at all of this with great interest. He was amazed. He did not expect that this small slave cell would have such a complex social ecology.
He did not notice that while he was looking at others with great interest, someone was also looking at him.
Soon, Feng Chou realized that it was time for him to pay protection fees.
He did not intend to destroy the ecological balance here. He came here only to find a way to return to the surface, not to eat here. Besides, he did not lack food. In Qiankun Pagoda, there was still more than half of the Bear Goblin that had not been eaten. Even if it was finished, there was still a lot of Bear Goblin in the slave area.
Feng Chou did not have a heavy psychological burden to eat a man-eating monster like the Bear Goblin.
So he decided to pay protection fees.
According to his observation just now, the slaves who paid protection fees to different people did not live together. They were clearly separated. Judging from the position of the bed, the weak patient who had just died happened to be the subordinate of the disguised Level Six warrior.
Thinking of this person, Feng Chou subconsciously turned his head to look at him, but he saw that the other party was also staring at him.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked towards him with the bowl.
When he came to the front of this unprepossessing middle-aged man, he was about to spoon the porridge in his bowl into the other party's bowl. Unexpectedly, the other party stopped him, smiled and pointed to the empty space beside him, and said to him, "Young man, you can sleep next to me. The door is not safe."
Feng Chou looked at him, nodded, and sat down next to his straw bed.
Sitting down against the wall, Feng Chou picked up the bowl and tasted it under the curious gaze of a few people around him.
He pursed his lips and carefully felt the sensation and touch from his taste buds …
"How is the taste?"
The middle-aged man asked with a smile.
Feng Chou looked back at the other party, nodded, and said, "It's better than I thought, but the taste is a little rough."
The middle-aged man nodded, "This is porridge made from the mushroom powder ground from the cap of the blue cap mushroom after drying. The color is not very good, but the taste is barely passable."
"It's just not very filling," he added.
With that, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Simon."
Feng Chou shook his hand and said, "Leo."
Simon raised his eyebrows, "Sounds like a noble's name?"
Feng Chou shrugged noncommittally.
At this time, Simon suddenly came to his side and sniffed slightly with his nose.
Feng Chou immediately avoided him, looked at him, and thought, "Did I meet a pervert?"
Simon shrank back and said with some disbelief, "You have the smell of incense on you, you're not really a noble young master, are you?"