The oil lamp was shining with dim fire. In this dark dungeon, two people were confronting each other in a cell.

On one side, there were seven or eight dirty prisoners who couldn't see clearly, and on the other side, they were wearing luxurious robes, and were beautiful than ordinary men.

The prisoners rushed up and grabbed Mu Su and pressed him down on the table. More than a dozen hands left clear black handprints on the robe.

"Help! It's inappropriate!" Mu Su screamed shrillly.

"What's the name!" A dark face came over.

"What are you doing? You won't let me give you a shout!" Mu Su said dissatisfied.

Another dark figure came over and said in a murmur accent: "What do you think we are, prisoners are also dignified!"

"Why should I catch me?" Mu Su struggled for a moment, but failed.

The man showed his yellow teeth indecently, licked his lips and said, "Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. Can you cut off a few fingers for us to eat?"

"No." Mu Su tilted his head to look at him and raised his fingers in turn: "The thumb is used to point to boast, the index finger is used to pick up the nose, the middle finger is used to mock and provoke. Although the ring finger is useless, it does not want to have a brother.

Let's leave. Keep your little fingers with your earwax. No one can do without it."

"Then what do you want us to eat!"

Mu Su bargained and tentatively said: "Are your fingernails good?"

The boss of the group was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "Brothers, hold him down."

A dirty old man next to Mu Su's head advised him: "This is how we all come here. Look, our fingers are gone."

After the words, show your hands, two missing on the left hand and three missing on the right hand.

It's quite humane, keeping a thumb and not sacking a hand.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Su's hands were pulled out, and then his fingers were spread apart one by one.

A lame middle-aged man took out a sharp iron piece and said, "It's okay, it's just a pain. When you can eat it in the future, you may be able to make it up."

"This is not a fucking waist... it can't even be able to make up for it!" Mu Su struggled again, but it was still useless. He finally clearly realized that he was 10 points of strength instead of 100 points.

The lame middle-aged man gestured on Mu Su's fingers amid the sound of coveting.

"Hurry up..." A voice urged

"What's the hurry?" The lame middle-aged man put down the iron sheet and said seriously: "I've chopped up more than twenty fingers. I already know how to avoid joints and blood vessels when I put them in, and at the same time, I'll ensure that there won't be too much blood flow.

, the meat is fresh enough and can even move. You know that blood is the thing that affects the quality of meat the most."

"Can you hurry up? I'm in a hurry." Mu Su urged, one-third of the chapter had passed, and he hadn't even cut it yet.

"Hey? Your mentality is not good." The lame middle-aged man pointed at Mu Su and persuaded: "You know, I used to be a butcher. Why is my slaughterhouse business the best? Because I know how to make it

They are in a happy mood, and when they are in a happy mood, they are fleshy”

Before he finished speaking, the lame middle-aged man was squeezed away by the impatient person and replaced by another person.

The newcomer did not hesitate and raised the iron sheet and cut it out.

"Wait a minute!!!" Mu Su shouted shrillly.

The newcomer was puzzled, and Mu Su smiled far-fetchedly: "Is it good to eat in another place?"

"Where to eat?" the boss snorted.

"Eat... dead skin?" Mu Su asked tentatively.

"You play tricks on me!" The boss was furious.

Mu Su hurriedly changed his words: "That toe! Toes are OK!"

"We are also educated." A middle-segment man stood up and Swen Binbin said: "If a person loses his toes, it will affect overall balance and grip. Especially the big thumb of the toes. Although the other four fingers are not very useful,

But the cost-effectiveness is not as good as two fingers. Especially when you encounter people who don’t like to wash your feet, it is extremely difficult to swallow. Although we are prisoners, we also have professional ethics. So compared to toes, fingers are undoubtedly the best choice.”

Mu Su was stunned: "Why are you prisoners different from what you agreed to do? They don't love chrysanthemums and fingers! They also came from the Second Hospital?"

Dang Dang Dang

A sound of iron railings knocking sounded, and everyone turned their heads together and saw two dungeon soldiers standing in the passage, one of whom was looking for the key.

"The leader said that we will arrange the best single cell for you. You bastards will release you quickly!"

After saying that, he knocked on the iron bar.

"Quick, cut one first!"

Someone among the prisoners shouted. In the chaos, the newcomer raised his hands and fell, and blood splattered!

"Ah!!!" The severe pain made Mu Su break free from the shackles. He covered his palm and let out a shrill scream, and cold sweat rustled.

"Ah!!!" The same scream came from the side.

Mu Su stopped shouting and asked him dissatisfiedly: "What's your name!"

The man cried out with blood, "Cut off my fingers, of course I'm going to scream!"

Mu Su looked at him, then looked down at his five fingers that were intact, and shook his palms disdainfully.

What, fuss.

The chaos in the cell increased, and a group of people lay on the ground to find their broken fingers.

"I've found it!"

Someone shouted, and a bunch of people stacked up, including those who were tragically criticized before.

Taking advantage of this, Mu Su threw out the cell. He turned around and squeezed into the fence and laughed at the people inside: "When I go out, I will kill you all."

"Come with us here." A soldier spoke. He was not surprised by the farce of the cell. Or he was stared at the abyss for too long and was stared at by the abyss, and he looked lazy and led the way with a knowledgeable look.

Mu Su was embarrassed to scratch the back of his head: "Do you have a cell where your elder sister is imprisoned?"

"Are female prisoners? Of course there are."

Mu Su was even more embarrassed to scratch the back of his head: "Thank you for your leaders' kindness for me, but I think it's better not to leave the masses. Come from the masses and go to the masses. Don't have privileges, just lock me up there.

”

"Are you sure?" The soldier looked at him with a strange tone.

"I'm sure... I'll ask them first if they are not older than 40, so... they are not more than 50, right?"

Mu Su vaguely realized what he asked and relaxed the conditions appropriately.

"Don't worry about this, there are no one under 30 years old." The soldier smiled cunningly.

"I'm sure!" Two balls of hot air spurted out from his nose, and Mu Su's eyes flashed.

Entering women's prison, entering women's bathhouse, entering women's toilet, entering women's colleges and universities, and entering women's dormitories are listed as Mu Su's four major dreams when he was young.

Five of the four great kings are common sense.

...

The oil lamp was shining with dim fire. In this dark dungeon, two people were confronting each other in a cell.

On one side, there were seven or eight dirty prisoners who couldn't see clearly, and on the other side, they were wearing luxurious robes, and were beautiful than ordinary men.

The prisoners rushed up and grabbed Mu Su and pressed him down on the table. More than a dozen hands left clear black handprints on the robe.

A dark figure stood in front of her, and she licked her lips and said, "Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh, can you cut off a few fingers for us to eat?"
Chapter completed!