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Chapter 333 73. Dungeon Siege
The oil lamp glowed dimly, and in this dark dungeon, two parties were confronting each other in a cell.

On one side were seven or eight prisoners who were so dirty that their faces could not be seen clearly, and on the other side was a man in a luxurious robe, who was so beautiful that he did not look like ordinary people.

The prisoners rushed forward, grabbed Musu and pushed him down on the table. A dozen hands left clear black handprints on the robe.

"Help! Molest!" Mu Su screamed.

"What's your name!" A dark face approached.

"What are you doing, you won't let me yell!" Mu Su said dissatisfied.

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

"Then why arrest me?" Musu struggled for a while, but failed.

This person obscenely showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, 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 way." Mu Su turned his head to look at him, and raised his fingers one by one: "The thumb is used to point to boasting, the index finger is used to pick booger, the middle finger is used to tease and provoke, and the ring finger is useless but it doesn't want to be with the brother." Let's leave. The little finger is left to pick earwax. Neither will do."

"Then what do you want us to eat!"

Musu bargained tentatively and said, "Are the fingernails good?"

The boss of this group of people gritted his teeth angrily: "Brothers, hold him down for me."

A dirty old man next to Musu's head also advised him: "We all came here this way, look, our fingers are gone."

Then let me show my hands, the left hand lacks two, and the right hand lacks three.

It's quite humane, he kept his thumb, and didn't lose a hand.

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

A lame middle-aged man took out a sharp iron piece and said, "It's okay, it just hurts a bit. You can eat it for newcomers later, maybe you can make up for it."

"It's not a fucking kidney... Even the kidney can't make up for it!" Musu 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 salivated, and the iron piece gestured on Musu's finger.

"Hurry up..." a voice urged
"What's the hurry?" The lame middle-aged man put down the iron plate and said solemnly: "I chopped off more than [-] fingers at least, and I already know how to cut the knife to avoid joints and blood vessels, and at the same time ensure that there will be no too much blood loss. , the meat is fresh enough, and it can even move. You know that blood is the thing that most affects the quality of meat."

"Could you hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Mu Su urged, a third of a chapter had passed, and he hadn't cut it yet.

"Hey? You have a bad mentality." The lame middle-aged man pointed at Musu and persuaded him, "You know, I used to be a butcher. Why is my slaughterhouse business the best? Because I know how to make They're in a good mood, and when they're in a good mood, the meat is—"

Before he could finish speaking, the lame middle-aged man was squeezed away by impatient people and replaced by someone else.

Without hesitation, the newcomer raised the iron plate and was about to cut it off.

"Wait a minute!!!" Mu Su yelled sadly.

The newcomer was puzzled, Mu Su forced a smile and said, "Can we eat at another place?"

"Where to eat?" The boss snorted softly.

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

"You're kidding me!" The boss was furious.

Mu Su hastily changed his words: "The toes! The toes are always fine!"

"We are also educated." A middle-parted man stood up, and Swen Binbin said: "The loss of toes will affect the overall balance and grip. Especially the thumb of the toe. Although the other four fingers are not very useful, But the price-performance ratio is not as good as two fingers. Especially for people who don’t like to wash their feet, it’s 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: "Why are you prisoners different from what you said?"

clang clang-

There was a knock on the iron bars, and everyone turned their heads, and saw two dungeon soldiers standing in the passage, one of them was looking for the key.

"The leader said, I will arrange the best single-person cell for you. You bastards, let them go!"

After speaking, he knocked on the iron bars.

"Quick, cut off one first!"

Someone among the prisoners yelled.In the chaos, the rookie raised his knife and dropped it, blood spattered!
"Ah!!!" A moment of severe pain caused Musu to break free from the restraints. He clutched his palms and let out a miserable scream, sweating profusely.

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

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

The man compared the severed hand that was bleeding out, and cried, "Cut off my finger, of course I'm going to scream!"

Musu looked at him, then looked down at the undamaged five fingers, and shook his palm in disdain.

What a fuss.

The chaos in the cell intensified, and a bunch of people lay down on the ground and groped for the severed finger.

"I found it!"

Someone yelled, and a bunch of people piled on top of it, including the person who had his fingers cut off before.

While Musu was thrown out of the cell, he turned around and squeezed to the fence, laughing at the people inside: "When I get out, I'll kill you all."

"Here, come with us." A soldier said.No wonder the cell farce.Or stare at the abyss for too long and be watched by the abyss, leading the way lazily with a well-informed look.

Mu Su scratched the back of his head embarrassingly: "Do you have a cell here where the eldest sister is detained?"

"Women prisoners, of course."

Mu Su scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "Thank you leaders for your kindness, but I think it's better not to separate from the masses. Come from the masses, go to the masses. Don't want privileges, just lock me up there. "

"Are you sure?" The soldier squinted at him with an indescribably strange tone.

"I'm sure...let me ask them that they won't be over 40, wait...they won't be over 50, right?"

Mu Su faintly realized what he asked, and relaxed the conditions appropriately by the way.

"Don't worry about this, there is no one under the age of 30." The soldier smiled slyly.

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

Entering a women's prison is the same as entering a women's bath, entering a women's toilet, entering a women's college, and entering a women's dormitory. They were listed as Musu's four major dreams when he was young.

Five of the four heavenly kings are common sense.

……

The oil lamp glowed dimly, and in this dark dungeon, two parties were confronting each other in a cell.

On one side were seven or eight prisoners who were so dirty that their faces could not be seen clearly, and on the other side was a man in a luxurious robe, who was so beautiful that he did not look like ordinary people.

The prisoners rushed forward, grabbed Musu and pushed him down on the table. A dozen hands left clear black handprints on the robe.

A dark figure stood in front of her, 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?"

Musu struggled hard: "What are you doing! Over there is also here, obviously, wouldn't it be better to use my body!"

(End of this chapter)