[Douluo] Xue Ji Chuchen

After waving to Lan Chu, the man pushed open a side door. Behind the door, there was a small platform connected to several mysterious passages, extending in all directions.

There was a wooden corridor connected to the center of the platform. The corridor was slightly dim and the end could not be seen at a glance. Following the man through the corridor, Lan Chu saw a small semicircular venue.

On a circular stage in the venue, a girl of about 16 years old is trapped in an iron cage, looking confused and helpless, shivering, and the eyes in the audience are selective and greedy. Obviously, this is an auction house .

Tianluo Theater, close to the junction of the empire, is one of the largest theaters in the continent, with a huge and luxurious performance venue. There are many kinds of programs and they are ever-changing, and the number of participants is also very large, ranging in age from less than ten to 40 to [-] years old, and there are even older people. At the same time, the owner of Tianluo Theater also controls a large scale. 's auction house.

The place where Lan Chu and the man stood was very special. It was an exquisite enclosed pavilion extending from the rear center of the venue. People in the venue could not see the people upstairs, but the people upstairs could see the entire The auction house has a panoramic view.

"did you see it?"

"Speak directly," Lan Chu remained motionless, focusing entirely on the girl on the round platform.

"I have to say, you are very special," the man said slowly, "I can see that you are different from ordinary people. I am calling you here today. It is very simple. I will discuss your matter."

"What's there to discuss?" Lan Chu turned around.

"I'll give you two choices. One, you can directly become a steward of the theater and take charge of most of the theater's affairs. The condition is that you perform in accordance with the requirements of the theater. After you get off the stage, you can move around as you please. Your abilities are in line with the requirements of the theater. Age can bring huge revenue to the theatre.”

"Two, become an object on that round platform."

Scanning Lan Chu unabashedly, the man's eyes suddenly turned dirty, and in an instant returned to the darkness and unpredictability, "The girl on the round platform took us a lot of effort to get, after three auctions, The prices are getting higher each time.”

"Do you know what those performances of yours mean? How many people want you to obey, and with your appearance, I think you will be no less popular than her."

Using both soft and hard tactics, the man believed that he had "exhausted all benevolence and justice." How much thought could a six-year-old child have? But Lan Chu is a person who doesn't take softness and hardness. If she had given in, she would have been buried in the wilderness long ago.

"Are you done?" Lan Chu raised his eyebrows.

"Have you chosen yet?"

Lan Chu turned around calmly, "You want me to perform and dream."

"Okay," the man was not angry, "I have never seen someone so willing to seek death."

"You can just kill me," Lan Chu tilted his head and smiled.

"I never make a loss-making business," the man replied with a strange smile to Lan Chu, "I'll keep you useless, so I'll sell it for a good price."

"Go back," the man waved his hand and called his men with a stern smile. "When you fall into their hands, you will regret everything you did today."

"I never regret it," Lan Chu followed the guard back to the corridor without looking back.

Back at the residence, the girls had already gone out for training, but the steward ignored her for the first time and walked away.

The steward has already received the order. Lan Chu is about to go to the auction house, so he naturally needs to take care of himself for a few days. Moreover, Lan Chu has a tough personality. Since he doesn't have to perform, he naturally doesn't bother to take care of him.

Sitting alone by the bed, Lan Chu didn't feel any fear or discomfort, but simply crossed his legs and closed his eyes. She understood that no matter what happened next, a fierce fight was inevitable. At this moment, she just wanted to rediscover the feeling on the high platform yesterday, that familiar warm current, and try to regain her strength.

"I would rather have broken jade than complete tiles," for some reason, Lan Chu had an inexplicable sentence in his mind.

The room was very quiet, and Lan Chu quickly sank into his own world. A warm current seemed to flow through his body, and wherever he passed, a little bit of strength slowly seeped out like spring water.

The wooden door creaked, and Lan Chu quickly opened his eyes. The person who came was dressed in purple, and although her manners and manners could not be called dignified, they were somewhat grand. It was Zisha, the woman in charge of training in the theater.

Raising his head slightly to see who was coming, Lan Chu casually leaned back and said, "Those stupid pigs don't care about me anymore. Why are you coming here? Why don't you go?"

Zisha walked slowly to Lan Chu's side and stretched out her hand to see Lan Chu's wound, "How are you doing with the injury you suffered?"

Lan Chu frowned slightly and turned sideways to avoid Zisha, "Absolutely."

"Where did they take you today."

"Ask them," Lan Chu still looked indifferent and indifferent.

Zisha sighed lightly and suddenly asked, "Is someone threatening you and sending you to the auction house?"

"Don't you know everything?" Lan Chu had a vague sneer on his lips.

"Do you know the consequences of going to the auction house?"

"Does it make any difference whether you know or not?" Lan Chu asked.

"Being sold at an auction house will only be more miserable than here."

"Why should I choose one?" Lan Chu pulled the cloth strip in his hand unconsciously.

The air was silent for a long time, and Zisha suddenly lowered her voice, "Want to leave?"

Lan Chu sat up straight at one moment, and then lazily leaned to the side the next moment, "Can you make up something believable?"

"You can go, I'll help you."

Lan Chu narrowed his eyes, but there was a mocking smile on his face, "I have been deceived once, do I look so easy to deceive?"

Zisha was not angry and just sat down slowly, "When I first came to the theater, I was older than you, only eight or nine years old. I was the most talented person in the theater. At that time, Like you, I am not afraid of anything and will never play."

"Later, someone told me that he could give me treatment that no one else had, but the condition was to stay in the theater and perform. I didn't expect to get so much at that time, so I agreed."

"I have been living happily for a few years. When I grow up, I want to leave, but I find that I have long lost the ability to leave and cannot leave."

Lan Chu still didn't look at Zisha and just wrapped the cloth in his hand, "So, what do you want to say?"

Zisha moved a little closer to Lan Chu, "Why don't you agree to him? That would be of great benefit."

"It's too small here."

"Yes, it's too young," Zisha's eyes flashed with light, brightened for a moment, but dimmed again.

"My child, you don't belong here," Zisha, who has been in the theater all her life, has gray hair on her temples and her eyes are full of vicissitudes of life, "you don't belong here, but you are still here now, do you understand?"

"What do you mean?" Lan Chu finally raised his eyes.

"You are very smart, I think you will understand," Zisha turned and walked out the door, "You will definitely leave here, but before that, you must belong here first."

In the next few days, Lan Chu and other attendants came to the auction house, but they did not take her into the auction center.

Different from the special pavilion he visited for the first time, Lan Chu was locked in a very small space with almost no light every time. Not a drop of water came in for a whole day. There, very close to the auction house, you can see the coming and going of every item, there are objects, and even more people.

Seeing everyone being auctioned being dragged around like objects, coupled with the atmosphere of fear and depression, is a torture for anyone who is about to go to the auction house.

On the evening of the third day, Lan Chu, who had spent most of his time in darkness and hunger, once again saw the luxuriously dressed man from three days ago.

"I'll give you another chance," the man stood behind the iron gate, "I've made an exception for you. Be honest and obedient, and you will live a comfortable life."

"I don't like to be too comfortable," Lan Chu was sitting cross-legged without even opening his eyes.

The man ordered in a cold voice, "The day after tomorrow, I will send her on her way."

"Tomorrow," Lan Chu suddenly opened his eyes and smiled.

"It's okay. I'll let you stay one more day. It would be a shame not to sell you at a high price for such an interesting kid." The man waved his sleeves and left.

The auction house two days later was particularly lively.

The day before the official auction started, under the special instruction of the theater owner, Lan Chu had already gone up to the round stage once. Although Lan Chu's eyes were closed while sitting on the round stage, the whole process was like a statue, which still attracted great attention. s concern.

A week ago, Lan Chu's few performances shocked everyone. At this time, those waiting eagerly include nobles, businessmen, and some people from the sect. The people in the sect naturally wanted to take a gamble on Lan Chu's unique talent, just in case he was a good soul master.

Everyone sat down, the wooden hammer fell, and Lan Chu, who was trapped in the iron cage, was pulled to the round platform, and the auction began.

At the beginning of the auction, Lan Chu still didn't open his eyes and was still calm.

As the auction intensified, the bids from the audience were heard one after another, forming a series of airtight depressions. Lan Chu felt irritated all over his body, and his hands clenched tightly unconsciously.

"Both the jade and the stone will burn together," crazy thoughts screamed in his mind. The sunlight shining on his body seemed to ignite himself. Lan Chu was like an inflated balloon, being aroused to the point of explosion.

Just when Lan Chu couldn't bear it anymore and was about to get up, a very light collision sound floated into her ears.

Lan Chu frowned slightly, and when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the voice came from Zisha on the side.

"Don't mess around at the auction. Only when you walk out of that door will you have a chance." The night before the official auction, Zisha had specifically warned Lan Chu. At that time, Lan Chu didn't take it seriously, but Zisha's eyes were really heavy. , somehow, left a scratch in Lan Chu's heart.

The crisp iron sound evoked Zisha's words, like rain after a long drought. At this moment, on the high platform with thousands of eyes watching, Lan Chu finally understood Zisha's words, took a deep breath, and calmed down again .

"Wait," Lan Chu muttered silently. In the past few days, Zisha's continuous warnings finally entered her mind.