The cold male protagonist will act like a spoiled child, and the corpse king's soul will float

He was awakened by a loud noise. When he regained consciousness, he could feel the noise around him and the discomfort caused by the electric shock all over his body. His throat was so dry that it felt like it was on fire and he was hoarse and unbearable.

After opening his eyes, he found himself locked in a large iron cage. Shousui slowly sat up and looked around. There were many other large iron cages like this one. The iron cage next to him on the left also held several third-level zombies. Another iron cage on the right, a safe distance of one meter away, held several strangers.

They were all dirty, huddled together in the corner of the iron cage. Their cheeks were sunken, their eyes were dull, and their expressions were filled with fear and helplessness. The humans locked in another iron cage next to them were Chi Yuren and others who were supposed to stay in the camp and wait for them to come back from finding supplies!

Because there was an iron cage full of strange men and women between the two sides, and the surrounding lights were very dim, Chi Yu and his friends did not notice the presence of Shou Sui in the cage where the zombies were held.

Behind me, I saw a group of humans sitting in the audience seats outside the iron cage. They were laughing and shouting excitedly, as if they were cheering for someone. Their excessive excitement caused the veins on their faces and necks to bulge, and their expressions looked a little hideous and terrifying.

Shousui only now realized that a fierce fight was going on in the ring. This seemed to be an underground arena for fighting animals. The circular ring in the ring was surrounded by a four-meter-high wire cage. On the ring of about 88 square meters, a dirty boy was trying his best to resist the attack of a third-level zombie.

He only had a wooden stick as a self-defense weapon, but he was facing a third-level zombie whose speed and strength absolutely crushed him.

The boy's face was soaked with sweat, and the sweat on his temples gathered and dripped down the ends of his hair. When the zombie pounced on him again like a wolf or a tiger, the boy only had time to hold the stick in front of him to block the zombie's bloody mouth. In the face of absolute power, the boy was pressed to the ground and had no ability to fight back. Despite this, he still did not give up resistance.

I don’t know what kind of belief is supporting him.

But at this moment, the only self-defense weapon, a thin wooden root, broke into two pieces with a snap under the zombie's super strong bite force.

Seeing this, Shousui couldn't help but worry for him.

Just when everyone thought he was dead, the boy thrust the broken stick into the zombie's wide-open mouth. The desire to survive made him burst out with even more amazing strength, and the boy used both hands to thrust the stick hard from the zombie's throat and penetrated the zombie's head directly.

Not until the zombie stopped roaring and struggling did the young man finally breathe a sigh of relief and pushed the corpse aside. He lay on the ground as if exhausted, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

There was an uproar in the audience, some cheered for the boy, and some cursed him for not dying at the hands of the zombies.

"Hahaha... Wonderful, really wonderful!" The man sitting on the first seat was fat, with three long, hideous scars on his face from the left forehead to the right jaw, as if he had been scratched by a beast, with a fierce look on his face. After watching the fight on the ring, he applauded.

The scarred man waved to his men behind him, and then one of them took out a bunch of keys, opened the iron gate on the ring, and escorted the boy out, and gave him some food and drinks.

The young man wolfed down the food, and was then taken back by the scarred man's men and kept in an iron cage one meter away from Shousui.

The Colosseum became a corpse-fighting arena, and the imprisoned and enslaved human survivors became playthings in the hands of the devils in the audience.

Seeing this, Shousui couldn't help but sigh that the unrestrained apocalypse has brought out the worst in countless people's hearts.

Perhaps because he was new, Shousui seemed too quiet and strange among a group of zombies that only stared at humans and screamed wildly. The boy's curious eyes stared at him through the gap in the iron cage, looking him up and down. Shousui ignored the gaze and carefully observed the humans in the audience.

"You lost again." The scarred man said smugly to a bald man in his forties sitting across the table from him. "Don't be fooled by his skinny and vulnerable appearance. He's actually very smart. He's been in the game at least ten times and never lost. Of course, if he loses, he'll die."

"It's so boring that your people always win. These zombies are too weak." The bald man sneered in boredom. He glanced at the other side of the iron cage. The body in the seat suddenly leaned towards the scarred man. The bald man said with interest, "I just caught a zombie that was transformed from a human today. It looks quite special. Do you want to fight again?"

"Oh? Really?" The scarred man raised his eyebrows. "What a coincidence! I also arrested a group of strong men today."

The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

Then the scarred man called his men and ordered, "Go to cage number four and pick out the strongest one to fight."

The bald man also assigned two of his men to approach the iron cage where Shousui was.

Shousui glanced at the numbers of the iron cages where humans were imprisoned. Cage number four held Chen Jingren and others. Who would be the lucky one to be drawn? Shousui curled his lips.