There are unextinguished torches embedded in the walls, and long tables and benches are arranged neatly in this underground tomb.
Several prisoners sat in groups in various corners, and a line formed in front of the counter. Behind them were several bloated chefs with strangely yellowed bandages on their bodies.
Most of the guys in the queue and in the seats are pretty clean, at least much better than the black briquettes.
Later, Mu Su entered a line of four or five people. Most of the prisoners in front were tall, so Mu Su had to stand on tiptoe to look forward.
Moving forward little by little, Mu Su saw that the strong man in front of him handed over the wooden sign, and the mummy chef threw two steamed buns and chicken legs into his dinner plate.
not bad.
Mu Su geared up, and after waiting for the strong man to leave, he rushed forward with interest and handed over the wooden sign.
Chirp——
Dang clang——
Black pasta like lumps of coal was thrown into the dinner plate, and translucent viscous liquid like snot was discharged into the dinner plate.
Mu Su stared at the dinner plate carefully, and then looked at the other strong man who was cooking next to him. He also had steamed buns and chicken drumsticks.
He became mentally unbalanced, pointed to the next door and asked: "I need help?" (Why do they eat better than me?)
The fat mummy chef trembled: "You can do it if you are the boss among the prisoners."
Mu Su was so frightened that she stuffed her fingers into her mouth: "I need help!?" (Do you understand!?)
The mummy chef didn't answer, and knocked on the counter impatiently: "Hurry up, there are people behind who want to cook."
Mu Su picked up the dinner plate that looked like someone had pooped on it and blew his nose, and reluctantly walked away. Not far away, he suddenly realized that no, there was no one behind him...
Mu Su angrily found an empty seat and sat down, throwing his food on the table. When he saw the other prisoners eating food and talking and laughing, his heart became increasingly unbalanced.
Don't worry about scarcity but inequality. If you don't give it to me... then I'll just grab it...
…
Mine.
Perhaps it was because their respective tasks were coming to an end, and some conversations gradually started to sound around them.
The moment he heard the voice, Xiao Cangshu stopped swinging his pickaxe and pretended to take a break to eavesdrop on the conversations of the prisoners around him.
Some fragmented information was gradually collected and recorded.
The first is the scale of the dungeon. There are not only prisoners like them here, but also three other areas. The dungeon is divided into four areas, the East Ward, the West Ward, the South Ward, and the North Ward.
This is the East Prison District. The official forces are the warden, deputy warden, captain, squad leader, and jailer. These prisoners also have class divisions, but it is more blurred. In addition to the bosses of each area, there are only bosses below, and
The power gap is huge.
He who has several or a dozen cells under his command is the leader, but he is also the leader when he is the boss of the cell.
For example, the red ghost who was embarrassed by Mu Su.
The most powerful leader in the East Prison District is called Wrinkle Lao. After hearing this, one will think of the name of the wrinkled-faced old man in his head. This guy is in charge of more than 20 cells, and there are many small bosses who take orders from him.
Except for the boss of the East Prison District, who has never been seen before, he is the nominal leader here.
Apart from these messages, the rest are mostly trivial matters and complaints.
What makes Xiao Cangshu strange is that after hearing so much dungeon news, the main quest has not been updated.
Perhaps there is some key information missing? For example, who is the owner of this dungeon and why were they captured...
Suddenly at this moment, a long horn sound echoed and circled in the mine.
When the three players panicked, a burst of annoyed curses erupted around them.
After listening to the prisoners' exchanges, they discovered that it was not an accident, but that there was a time limit for mining. They could only dig for one hour. After one hour, no matter how much they dug, they had to evacuate from the mine.
Their expressions changed, and each other's baskets were just half full of coal.
The prisoners left the mine one after another. Xiao Cangshu winked at the other two and left the mine carrying their own baskets.
The Red Snake Gang who occupied the mine was nowhere to be seen. They had gathered enough people to go to the canteen. The three players came out of the mine and followed the crowd as they approached the place where the tools were returned.
As a result, they were surprised to see many prisoners handing the coals in their baskets to others.
This confusion lasted until they returned the tools and then received bad news.
Prisoners who dig coal and are not satisfied with their baskets are not eligible to eat.
Uncle Appendix had an idea and dumped all his coal into the small cang tree. Guiwu Chengfeng also wanted to do the same, but the latter's basket was already full.
"Um."
Xiao Cangshu nodded to the two of them slightly moved, handed over the pickaxe and basket, received a wooden sign, and walked away from the crowd to the canteen.
…
Almost no prisoners have seen the boss of the East Ward, so Mr. Wrinkle, the most powerful leader, has been regarded as the boss by the prisoners in the East Ward.
Mu Su knew nothing about this. He only thought that the old man looked easy to bully.
Mu Su calmly walked towards Wrinkle Lao and several small bosses, who noticed his movement and looked at him together.
"I need help."
When he came closer, Mu Su said dryly. He ignored the prisoners around him and just stared at Wrinkle Lao. He slowly stretched out his hands, pinched the warm bun on the plate in front of him, and tore it open little by little.
The crust cracked, and the fragrant smell came out. Mu Su took half a piece of bread and withdrew his hand, leaving a black fingerprint on the remaining half of the bread.
The little bosses around him were motionless and dumbfounded.
Mu Su felt that he respected the old and loved the young, at least he left half of it for the old man. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that there was a roast chicken on the dinner plate.
Mu Su suddenly felt pity, thinking that the dungeon manager is really nothing. He still has a few teeth at such an old age. Wouldn't it be difficult for him to cook chicken? What if he chokes?
Mu Su, who respected the elderly and loved the young, was worried and silently put back half a piece of bread. Then he felt that it was not good enough and put it back again.
After laying out the bread covered with dirty fingerprints, he grabbed the roast chicken without any timidity under his gaze.
Bang!
A burly little boss finally came to his senses, slapped the table and shouted: "What are you doing!"
Mu Su's momentum was not weak at all: "I need help!"
The little leader who was about to take action was choked speechless and unable to refute.
The wrinkled old leader's subordinates stood up one after another with unkind expressions, and the leader's subordinates gradually gathered around him.
The war was about to break out, and Mu Su was not afraid to glare back.
The person involved, Wrinkle Lao, just smiled softly and asked them to step away. He looked up at Mu Su and pointed at the roasted chicken with interest and said, "This roasted chicken is mine."
Mu Su frowned: "I need help!"
"I can help you, but why should I help you? In other words, if you want this roast chicken...what can you give?"
Pay? No way!
Mu Su tilted his eyes to one side and pretended to be stupid and said, "I don't understand what this means."
Wrinkle Lao motioned for the leaders to sit down and said with a chuckle: "In other words, I'll give you the roast chicken, what can you give me?"