The oil lamp glowed dimly, and in this dark dungeon, two people were confronting each other in a cell.
On one side were seven or eight dirty prisoners whose faces could not be seen clearly, and on the other side was a man in luxurious robes who was extremely beautiful and looked like no mortal.
The prisoners swarmed forward, grabbed Mu Su and pushed him down on the table. More than a dozen hands left clear black fingerprints on his robe.
"Help! This is indecent!" Mu Su screamed miserably.
"What's it called?" A dark face came over.
"Whatever you do, you won't let me know!" Mu Su said dissatisfied.
Another dark figure came over and said with a convoluted accent: "What do you think we are? Prisoners also have dignity!"
"Then why are you arresting me?" Mu Su struggled but failed.
The man showed his yellow teeth obscenely, licked his lips and said, "Looking at your delicate skin and tender flesh, how about you cut off a few of your fingers for us to eat?"
"No way." Mu Su tilted her head to look at him and raised her fingers one by one: "The thumb is used to point to oneself to boast, the index finger is used to pick noses, the middle finger is used to ridicule and provoke, and the ring finger is useless, but it doesn't want to be with the brothers.
Let's leave. Leave your little finger to pick out earwax. It won't work if you miss any of them."
"Then what do you want us to eat?"
Mu Su bargained and asked tentatively: "Are the fingernails good?"
The boss of this gang was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "Brothers, hold him down for me."
A dirty old man next to Mu Su's head even advised him: "This is how we all came here. Look, our fingers are gone too."
If you show me your hands, your left hand is missing two strings and your right hand is missing three strings.
It's quite humane. He keeps his thumb and doesn't lose a hand.
Immediately afterwards, Mu Su's hands were pulled out, and then his fingers were opened one by one.
A lame middle-aged man took out a sharp piece of iron and said: "It's okay, it just hurts a little. You will be able to eat it when new people come in the future, and maybe you can make up for it."
"This isn't a fucking waist... Even a waist can't be repaired!" Mu Su struggled again, but it was still useless. He finally realized clearly that he had 10 points of strength instead of 100 points.
The lame middle-aged man was drooling, and the iron piece was gesturing on Mu Su's fingers.
"Hurry up..." a voice urged
"What's the rush?" The lame middle-aged man put down the iron plate and said seriously: "I have chopped off more than twenty fingers, and I already know how to cut off the joints and blood vessels while ensuring not to bleed too much.
, the meat is fresh enough, and it can even move. You know that blood is the thing that most affects the deliciousness of the meat."
"Can you hurry up? I'm in a hurry." Mu Su urged. One-third of the chapter has passed, and he hasn't cut the knife yet.
"Hey? You have a bad mentality." 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
They are in a happy mood, and when they are in a happy mood, their flesh becomes--"
Before he finished speaking, the lame middle-aged man was squeezed away by someone who was impatient to wait, and someone else came in.
The newcomer did not hesitate, he raised the iron piece and cut it off.
"Wait a minute!!!" Mu Su shouted sadly.
The newcomer was puzzled, Mu Su forced a smile and said, "How about we eat somewhere else?"
"Where to eat?" The boss snorted softly.
"Eat... dead skin?" Mu Su asked tentatively.
"You're kidding me!" The boss was furious.
Mu Su hurriedly changed his words: "The toes! The toes are fine!"
"We are also literate." A middle-parted man stood up and said politely: "If a person loses his toes, it will affect the overall balance and grip. Especially the toes and thumbs. Although the other four fingers are not very useful,
But the price-performance ratio is not as good as two fingers. Especially when you meet people who don’t like to wash their feet, it is extremely difficult to swallow. Although we are prisoners, we still have professional ethics. So compared to toes, fingers are undoubtedly the best choice.”
Mu Su was stunned: "How come you prisoners are different from what you promised? You all don't like anus and your fingers! Are you from the second hospital too?"
Dang Dang Dang——
There was a sound of knocking on the iron bars, and everyone turned their heads to see 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, hurry up and let me go!"
After speaking, he knocked on the iron fence.
"Quick, cut off one first!"
Someone among the prisoners shouted. In the chaos, the newcomer raised his knife and dropped it, causing blood to splash!
"Ah!!!" A moment of severe pain made Mu Su break free from the restraints. He covered his palms and let out a shrill scream, sweating heavily.
"Ah!!!" the same scream came from the side.
Mu Su stopped shouting and asked him dissatisfiedly: "What is your name!"
The man gestured to his severed hand, which was bleeding out, and cried: "Cut off my fingers, of course I will scream!"
Mu Su looked at him, then looked down at his intact five fingers, and waved his palms disdainfully.
What's the fuss about?
The chaos in the cell intensified, with a group of people lying on the floor groping for their severed fingers.
"I found it!"
Someone shouted something, and a bunch of people piled on top of him, including the person whose fingers had been cut off before.
Mu Su took advantage of this and ran out of the cell. He turned around and squeezed in front of the fence, laughing at the people inside: "When I get out, I will kill you all."
"Here, come with us." A soldier said. He was not surprised by the farce in the cell. Or maybe he stared at the abyss for too long and was stared at by the abyss. He lazily led the way with a well-informed look.
Mu Su scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "Do you have a cell here to hold eldest sister?"
"Are there female prisoners? Of course there are."
Mu Su scratched the back of his head even more embarrassedly: "Thank you for your kindness, leader, but I think it's better not to break away from the masses. Come from the masses, go to the masses. I don't want privileges, just keep me there."
"
"Are you sure?" The soldier looked at him sideways, his tone indescribably weird.
"I do... let me ask first, they are not older than 40, wait... they are not older than 50, right?"
Mu Su vaguely realized what he was asking and asked, relaxing the conditions appropriately.
"Don't worry about this, there is no one under 30 years old." The soldier smiled slyly.
"I'm sure!" Two masses of hot air blew out of his nose, Mu Su's eyes flashed.
Entering a women's prison was the same as entering a women's bathhouse, entering a women's restroom, entering a women's college, and entering a women's dormitory. They were listed as Musu's four biggest dreams when she was young.
It is common knowledge that there are five of the four heavenly kings.
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The oil lamp glowed dimly, and in this dark dungeon, two people were confronting each other in a cell.
On one side were seven or eight dirty prisoners whose faces could not be seen clearly, and on the other side was a man in luxurious robes who was extremely beautiful and looked like no mortal.
The prisoners swarmed forward, grabbed Mu Su and pushed him down on the table. More than a dozen hands left clear black fingerprints on his robe.
A dark figure stood in front of her. She licked her lips and said, "Looking at your thin skin and tender flesh, how about you cut off a few fingers for us to eat?"
Mu Su struggled hard: "What are you doing! It's the same over there, it's also over here, wouldn't it be better to use my body instead!"
