When Lu Yuan heard this, he also had a little understanding of the general urinary nature of this copy. It sounded like a worldview where humans and zombies coexisted.

However, the words No. 71 [The history of hundreds of years has become chaotic] ​​made Lu Yuan obviously capture the smell of conspiracy.

Although history will definitely become chaotic under this worldview, it will definitely mean that the plot will be very unreliable if you say it so blatantly.

However, these things are temporarily put aside, and Lu Yuan still has some problems that he has not figured out.

"Well, okay, after you said that, my memory seems to have been retrieved. So... What is the situation with you, Demon Fox No. 71?" Lu Yuan asked while the iron was hot.

"Haha, it's understandable that you, a poor man like you, is because... we are hunters."

"Hunter?" Lu Yuan frowned.

"Yes, the hunter, that is, the one who fights the dead..." No. 71 said, with a slight pride in his tone: "You don't think that if there were no hunters like us, there would be living people in the current world..."

"Uh... that's what I said." Lu Yuan nodded.

"We hunter organization has been fighting the dead for countless centuries. From before the door to the death realm opened, to today, we have never retreated. In this era, as a hunter, there is no need to have a name. After all, I don't need to farm, I don't need to marry or have children. On the day I was born, I received various trainings. The day after passing the training, I embarked on the road to fighting the dead, so I was called Demon Fox No. 71, which is enough."

"Then what does this [demon fox] mean..."

"Haha." A smile appeared on the corner of No. 71's mouth, as if recalling some beautiful things: "The demon fox is one of the oldest hunter groups. It has existed for about three hundred years. Only the most powerful hunter is qualified to enter this hunting group. I am No. 71 of this hunting group. Of course, I had many, many No. 71 before, but they were all dead."

Speaking of this, he seemed to pull his handcuffs helplessly: "It seems that this name will fall on another person soon. I hope that guy can last longer than I do..."

Lu Yuan was silent for a few seconds, and gave No. 71 a little sad time very considerately, and then he spoke again...

"So, how did you get caught?"

No. 71 recalled: "About 20 miles east of this slaughterhouse, there is a shelter for living people, about two years or three years ago... I can't remember it clearly. That time, according to the mission of the hunting group, I summoned some brothers, intending to gradually weaken the dead who gathered here from the periphery. The ultimate goal is to wipe them out all of them.

However, as the mission progressed, we found that the deeper we went, the more people died, which was inconsistent with the information we obtained, and this led to a serious decline in our combat effectiveness... In the end, more than half of my team died and injured, and all the remaining people were arrested by the owner of this slaughterhouse."

"Where are your remaining partners? Are you also imprisoned in this cell?" Lu Yuan asked. He seemed to have begun to plan to rescue these hunters, and then rushed out of the slaughterhouse.

However...No. 71's helpless laughter broke Lu Yuan's thoughts.

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Speaking of this, No. 71 laughed even more presumptuously: "But that's fine. At least my brothers are dead, their bodies are tortured to pieces, and they can't even stand up, which saves them from being resurrected as dead... As for me... Haha, over the past six months, my reaction to torture has become weaker and weaker. Sometimes I can't even feel that the pain is being applied to me, so the butcher's interest in me is getting weaker and weaker. I think that after a while, he will completely lose interest in me and throw me into the meat grinder... On that day, I was finally relieved--"

Speaking of this, the voice of No. 71 seemed to finally show a hint of expectation.

"What about me?" Lu Yuan asked again: "Do you know how I got into this prison?"

"You..." No. 71 muttered without any interest: "I guess you are the villagers living nearby. For some strange reason, you were caught by the dead and thrown into it... Don't be afraid, I'll teach you. Now, you just use your teeth to chew off your tendons and legs. They have no interest in resurrection of disabled corpses. After doing this, you can hit the wall until you hit yourself to death. This is very easy. It is estimated that in more than a week, you can successfully commit suicide. Anyway, it's better than dragging them out and being tortured and then being resurrected... My previous neighbor has already succeeded, and I think you should be able to succeed."

"Uh..." Lu Yuan hummed awkwardly: "Is this the only way I can do it? Can't I go over to prison or something?"

"Prison break?" No. 71 was stunned: "Haha, come on, I've been locked up here for two or three years. If there is a possibility of jailbreak, I've tried it..."

"That's the case, but if you don't let me try it, how could I give up?" Lu Yuan shrugged and then climbed to the fence: "And, I think there seems to be no guards here."

"Guard?" No. 71 smiled dryly: "Of course there are guards, but guards don't patrol."

As he said that, No. 71 casually stretched out his hand in one direction: "Here, that's the guard... If you think you can open the chain with bare hands and then hit that guy, then you can try it."

Lu Yuan did not see the direction No. 71 pointed, but he squeezed towards the edge of the fence with his life, allowing his vision to be slightly wider. Finally, at the edge of his sight, he saw the [Guardian] in the mouth of No. 71.

It was a gray-white human bone with dark red flesh and blood. It stood quietly in the middle of the aisle of the cell, motionless, like a specimen. No wonder Lu Yuan looked outside just now and didn't notice it.
Chapter completed!