In the dark dungeon, wails and moans echoed eternally in the rancid air.
At this moment, under the illumination of the fire, the sound of whipping continued.
In the shackles hanging on the wall, the half-naked Tauren was already covered in wounds and had fainted. Immediately after, a basin of cold water was poured on him, waking him up.
Then, the cruel whipping and ravaging began again.
Only when the whip was broken did the leader angrily throw away the thing in his hand and return to the chair. He ordered coldly, "Beat him, continue to beat him! Be careful, don't kill him! "
"I want him to suffer a fate worse than death!"
The vicious and cold voice echoed in the dungeon. In the cage in the distance, the miserable and helpless cries suddenly choked up.
"Stop beating him, stop beating him, sob sob sob."
The pitiful and helpless Tauren wiped the corners of his eyes, his face already covered in tears. "That's my brother, if you want to beat him, then beat him … Beat him gently."
"Don't hit his face, aiya, don't hit there … Sob sob sob, he's still single … My poor nephew who's still in his mother's womb …"
"Wait, didn't you just say that he's been a virgin for forty years?"
The prisoner in the cage next to him was engrossed in the story and felt that something was wrong. "Then where did his child come from?"
"This is all love, what do you know! Love is omnipotent! "
The Tauren was moved by true love, his eyes already hazy with tears. "My brother and his childhood sweetheart were childhood sweetheart, but fate played tricks on them. After being separated for decades, his beloved cow missed him so much that she actually had a child. As the saying goes, 'The wishes of the three lifetimes are often added to a period of sorrow. When they come, they close their eyes, when they leave, they look back a few times …'"
After reciting the opening poem, the dog-headed man picked up his bowl and slammed it on the ground. He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and the saliva from the corner of his mouth as if he had just woken up from his stupor. Then, he began to tell the story of his shocking and touching relationship.
Who would have thought that the Tauren who was born with a fork in his mother's womb was actually the reincarnation of the steak left on the rancher's plate? And the cousin who stayed in his house that day was actually a piece of bone enlightened by the flute player. As the saying goes, one is the dung of the Lang Garden, the other is the beautiful jade with five flowers …
For a moment, not only were the ratmen sitting on the chairs listening attentively, but even the prison guards who were holding the whips with all their might were captivated.
Only Forster, who was in the truck, took off his earphones and rubbed his face with a complicated expression.
He really couldn't listen to it anymore!
This was too f * cking weird!
But after hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but grab her earphones, wanting to listen to a few more words …
Now, the entire Red Dragon was left in the courtyard, waiting for a buyer to come to their door, or simply forcing them to sell. No one paid any attention to them.
The few people hiding in the carriage were completely bored out of their minds. They had already played a few rounds of cards.
As for Raymond, who was hung up and beaten, everyone seemed to have forgotten about him.
Anyway, it wasn't anything important.
At this moment, the minotaur was covered in blood and wounds. He looked miserable, but in fact … he was miserable.
However, this was not a problem.
In any case, he was a Tier 3 Sublimator. Moreover, he was a US soldier that the Ivory Tower had spared no expense to cultivate. If he didn't do it on purpose, how could he be beaten like this so easily?
The pain of this little whipping and the rancher's saliva attack was not worth mentioning.
It was not even a massage.
If it wasn't for Huai Shi urging him to act more realistically in the communication, he would probably have fallen asleep by now.
For everyone, he had to sacrifice a little more.
At most, he would give him two more drumsticks for dinner.
Amidst the dark, damp, and dirty dungeon, countless strains of bacteria were rapidly spreading, mixing with the colorful moss. Gradually, they covered the entire dungeon from the inside out, and even the guard station outside was completely covered by the bacteria.
Slender vines took root in the soil, quickly taking root and sprouting. Like a thousand hands and ten thousand eyes, the entire area was quietly under their control.
There were a total of 61 guards in the dungeon, and hundreds of guards in and out of the guard station outside.
And, there were twelve prisoners.
Twelve?
Wasn't this number a little too little?
Moreover, all of them had been caught for trivial matters.
'Does it mean that everybody in Iron-Hot City obeys the law and praises the good and rejects the evil? Have we already lived a happy life in the hell before we came to America? '
But in their hall, what was the use of the iron pot that was big enough for a Tauren to bathe in?
Huai Shi pinched his dog mouth and fell into deep thought.
Thinking of the mountains of bones in the backyard, the non-existent food reserves in the canteen, and the suspicious bacon hanging on the beam …
Was there something wrong with this dungeon of yours?
.
Good times always passed quickly, and it was time to say goodbye again.
Just as Huai Shi's brothel dream reached the part where 'Raymond enters Ironflame City, the Tauren tries sex again', a clear bell rang from the dungeon.
It was time for dinner.
Without waiting for Huai Shishu to finish speaking, the prison door opened. Ten or so Ratmen with white cloth wrapped around their heads rushed in without any explanation. They held him down in a flurry, tied him up with ropes, and dragged him out.
"Hey, wait, wait, what are you doing?"
The Kobold screamed and struggled. Like a pig, he was hung on a wooden stick and carried away.
Just like that, he passed through the door and was directly carried into a hall. At the front of a long dining table, the boiling pot had already begun to emit smoke.
Including the leader of the Rat Men, all the leaders in the dungeon were present. Under the triangular emblem that represented Boxun, there was a Kobold from Huai Shi's family. He was wearing a priest's robe and was dancing with joy.
From time to time, a dark glow would appear in the boiling pot, illuminating the excited faces holding knives and forks.
When Huai Shi arrived, a group of people excitedly sang praises. Their grotesque faces were filled with hunger and greed.
It was almost time for dinner …
"Wait, what are you doing …"
Huai Shi was anxious. "Isn't there a Tauren? Why are you eating me first? "
The Kobold Priest glanced at him disdainfully. "He has a lot of meat. Keep him and eat him during the festival."
"Hey, Kobolds don't eat Kobolds."
Huai Shi wriggled on the shelf. "Although I don't have a lot of meat, I can tell stories. Hey, have you heard of high-quality cattle raising? You play music and tell stories to the cows every day, making them happy. After a long time, the meat will naturally … Wait, don't rush, damn, I still … "
Plop!
Without waiting for him to finish, he was thrown into the boiling pot.
In an instant, a refreshing silence arrived, and everyone's hearts were instantly relieved.
This dog finally shut up.
Beside the pot, the Kobold reached out and grabbed a huge spoon. Just as he was about to stir it, he saw a long string of bubbles, and a huge dog head slowly floated up.
In the pot, it blinked at him.
There was a vegetable leaf hanging from the bridge of its nose.
"Big brother, this water temperature doesn't seem to be enough?"
He lowered his head, gathered the vegetable leaf, drank a mouthful of soup, and smacked his lips. "At least put some garlic sprouts to get rid of the smell. At least half a jar of salt is sprinkled. It's so pungent that it's boiling without blood. The taste is too strong, isn't it?"
For a moment, everyone looked at each other. Even the hymn of praise for Boxun stopped for a moment.
In the boiling pot, the Kobold twisted around, shaking its head and tail, sometimes dog paddling, and sometimes butterfly swimming. It flopped around in the pot in a variety of patterns.
In the end, as if it was taking a bath, it spread out its hands, placed them on the edge of the pot, and whistled.
The tip of its tail was exposed, sweeping around on the surface of the water.
It looked extremely comfortable.
"Something doesn't feel right, boss."
The Rat Man was stunned and whispered to the warden, "Why don't we eat something else?"
"How dare you!"
Without waiting for the warden to speak, the Kobold in the pot flew into a rage. "I eat when I say I want to eat, and I don't eat when I say I don't want to eat. Do you think I don't care about my reputation?!
Besides, you bunch of trash, to be able to drink the bathwater of a popular idol like me is the blessing of eight lifetimes. You have to know how to cherish it. Do you understand? "
At the side, the Kobold Shaman reached out in shock and touched the surging water. As a result, it was scalded and screamed. Even the fur on its claws fell off.
But before it could retract its hand, a strange tentacle suddenly stretched out from the pot and wrapped around the Kobold's head. It instantly contracted and pulled it into the pot.
After a muffled sound, it disappeared without a trace.
"What the hell!"
The warden subconsciously took a step back and pulled out his axe.
But with a cracking sound, the originally sturdy handle of the axe had unknowingly decayed, turning into a piece of rotten wood that could be crushed with a single pinch. Even the shining axe was covered with multicolored rust, like a comical smiling face.
The warden opened his mouth and wanted to roar for help, but he suddenly choked and coughed. Viscous blood and broken organs spewed out of his mouth.
Continuous cracking sounds could be heard. From above his head, below his feet, and around him … From the ceiling, the ground, and the walls, tender sprouts quickly sprouted and grew. The bloodsucking vines stretched their bodies like living creatures, spreading their branches and leaves in this paradise of purgatory.
Then, they bared their sharp mouths and fangs at their prey …
Loud screams rang out. The hellish creatures that had been holding knives and forks ready to feast immediately scattered. But before they could take two steps, they were tightly entangled by the bloodsucking vines and could not move.
At this moment, in the mist of nothingness behind Huai Shi, scarlet eyes slowly opened one after another, looking down at all the dust and dirt.
In the dungeon, countless flowers bloomed in an instant, entangling themselves on the bones and spreading a rich fragrance.
Huge shadows wandered on the ground, silently covering the entire Guard Station, sealing it from the inside out. Then, the real Hell was revealed here!
Accompanied by the thick and muffled sound of boiling in the iron pot, darkness, thick and viscous darkness overflowed from it, crawling up the soles of everyone's feet and entangling themselves on their limbs and faces. Thousands of threads spread out, disappearing into their mouths and noses, quickly drilling inwards.
Until it reached the marrow.
"Why are you running? Isn't it time to eat? "
Surrounded by the shadows and ferocious birds, Huai Shi lifted the bowl of soup and brought it to the mouths of the guests, smiling gently.
"Come, drink it while it's hot. Drink this bowl of soup, and we'll be good friends forever."
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