The Law of Hunting a Wife Chapter 273: Xiang Buchen’s Extra-Nightmare

In the dark and damp cell, the uneven stone walls were covered with stains of varying depths.

The light ones are light brown, the deep ones are already black, and the most intense ones are bright red. They are stacked one on top of the other, one on top of the other, and one on top of the other. If you look closely, you can see dried solid matter on it.

The room is filled with the stench of urine, the odor of food, and the body odor of the human body that has not been cleaned for a long time. Among all these various odors, the most unbearable is the odor of corpses.

"Xiaohua...is dead." A male beast whose face was covered with blood and dirt poked the nose of a curled-up thin male beast next to him, then struggled to hold up his weak body. Go and grab the body, trying to drag him out of the crowd.

Among the lying orcs, some moved again. Like the male beasts before, they all began to check the neighbors who were not moving around them. Then, two more were dragged out.

The three corpses were dragged to the place closest to the door, where there was a small pool of corpse water that had not yet dried up.

When they went back, the people who moved the corpse looked at the hanging man in the center with sympathy.

Hung with an iron chain with his arms behind his back, and an iron nail plate under his feet. The height of the suspension was just enough for him to step on the nail plate with his feet.

If you want to keep your feet, you have to hang all your body weight on your arms. If you want to save your arms, your feet will have to be pierced by long, thick and dense iron nails.

Generally speaking, in this situation, even though they know that their feet cannot be saved, most people still hold on to the mentality of delaying the attack for a moment and not letting their feet bleed first. After all, it takes a certain amount of time to disable an arm by hanging it.

However, this male beast was ruthless. As soon as it came up, it stepped directly on the nail plate, and blood squeaked out from the two wounds, turning the iron plate red. But he only frowned at first. After that, there was no more sound.

There are many orcs who are brave, but not many can do what he does.

Now. Five days later, the nails on the iron plate had grown in place of his wound, and the small section exposed was still rusty.

"Are you okay?" The orc who woke up first hesitated for a moment, then approached the orc who was motionless and lowered his head, his face obscured by tangled red hair, and asked in a low voice.

Is he worried that this person will die silently like Xiaohua?

If he was really dead, he would have to ask the jailer who moved the body to drag him out too. The cell was too small, but there were so many people inside, and the environment was so harsh. If the corpse is left for a long time, it will not be difficult to cause a plague.

The man didn't move. He walked closer and reached out to feel his breath through the nail board. But he met a pair of cruel eyes.

Five days of torture and pain have emaciated his body, making his lips dry and peeling, a green beard growing on his chin and above his lips, his skin color is sickly gray, and only his eyes are burning like a raging fire. Scary bright.

The male beast retreated and sat with the others.

Deadly. No one talked. This is a group of people who have lost hope and are waiting to die.

Some of them stared blankly at the corpse at the door, guessing that they would be dragged there one day. Some looked at the dim lights in the dark corridor outside the iron fence, waiting for the only meal of the day. Among them, several young male beasts with relatively clean faces were curled up and pressed against the wall, with expressions of spiritual horror. There were two more mouths opening and closing, muttering something silently.

The sound of "ta-ta-ta-ta" footsteps came, and a group of orcs came as usual. The first four were fat and wretched, each carrying two wooden barrels. After the jailer stepped forward and opened the door, six people came in. He pierced the chest and ribs of the corpse on the ground with an iron hook, then pulled the chain at the other end, dragging a dead dog out of the cell, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

"You filthy bugs, come and eat." He put the barrel inside and shouted fiercely into it.

The prisoners moved their weak bodies and rushed to get the only ration of the day.

There are two buckets containing black and hard dried buns that taste like rocks. The third bucket was filled with murky water, with a broken bowl floating in it. The last bucket contained chewed meat, bones, fish heads and the like. It was supposed to be used to feed livestock, but it was the prisoners' favorite delicacy.

The jailers who watched them eating in embarrassment outside the iron gate laughed at them.

The hanging orc seemed completely unaware of the sounds and noises from the outside world, until someone approached him and put a piece of steamed bun under his face.

He looked up again and saw a young beast with a pale face and a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I can't eat it." The boy's teeth were chattering. He looked at the jailers outside the iron gate like a frightened guinea pig. After meeting the eyes of several of them, he immediately shook his body. "You can eat it. Tomorrow, I will be like Xiaohua."

The red-haired orc glanced at him, opened his chapped lips, and bit into the piece of steamed bun.

The young beast let go of the bun, and returned to the corner of the wall in despair. He huddled up again and buried his face in his knees.

Xiaohua, after having breakfast yesterday morning, was dragged away by this group of people. When he came back in the evening, his lower body was covered in blood, his buttocks were dripping with blood, and he was unconscious. At night, I developed a high fever and kept screaming and talking in my sleep, as if I was lost in a nightmare and couldn't get out. In the early morning, it was finally quiet, but it turned out that he was dead.

The other two who died were in a similar condition to Shaohua.

Xiaohua and these two finally returned to the cell, but the three others who went with them did not come back. Brother Yi, the oldest and earliest one, murmured that the three must have died on the spot, so he threw them away as food for the trained beasts.

The lips were so dry that they split open with just a slight movement, and the blood stained the black buns. Without the soaking in saliva, the steamed buns would be as dry as sand and as hard as rocks. Even so, he bit it slowly with his strong teeth, and then swallowed bit by bit. The dry particles scratched the soft meat of the esophagus, but he persisted.

Seeing that most of the people had almost eaten, the barrels were taken out, and the four fat men stood on the side of the aisle, pointing at several male beasts in the room. ~IndoMTL.com~ This one, pick this one. Even though this one has a dirty face, I bet it will look good if you put a bucket of water in it and scrub it with a brush. ”

"Speaking of which, the one was still beautiful as yesterday, but it couldn't bear to be fucked. It only lasted one night and it was still dead."

"It would be a wonder if one of them didn't die against so many."

The group of jailers picked out some of the prisoners who were crowded together like quails one by one.

"No, no, I don't want..." The young male beast who had given the red-haired orc a bun screamed, his face covered with tears and snot, and he tugged at his hands and feet in a panic, trying to catch something.

"No?" The jailer who held his collar sneered: "Wait until you get to the place and call me again. I'm afraid you won't even have the strength to scream by then."

The other guards laughed, and some even whistled.

There is no female beast to play with, and it is not a pleasure to be able to hold a beautiful male beast under you. ()