
The Blood Path of Slaves: the Middle Game of the Game of Extermination
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When the bloody setting sun dyed the iron chains of the slave camp rusty red, a young man opened his eyes among the corpses - his name was once engraved on the golden plaque of the noble ancestral hall, but now it has become an animal numbered "Nine-Seven" to be slaughtered. Mo Feiyuan knelt in the mud, his fingernails filled with rotten leaves and blood scabs, and in his ears he could hear the whine of the overseer's whip piercing the air. He remembered that rainy night, when the fire engulfed the entire family and burned away his last trace of trust in the world. From nobleman to slave, he learned to hide his edge with silence and sharpen his blade with humility. The gears of fate have already turned, waiting for him to correct the chaos with his own hands.
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