Vol 2 Chapter 273: Xiang Buchen Fanwai-Nightmare

In the dark and damp cell, the uneven stone walls were covered with stains of various shades.
The light one is light brown, the dark one is black, and the strongest one is big red. They are stacked on top of each other, on top of each other, and on top of each other. If you look closely, you can find dried solid matter on it.
Indoors are 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 the various odors, the most unbearable odor is the body odor.
"Xiaohua...dead." A male animal whose face was covered with blood, dirt and dirt, after probing the nose wing of a thin male animal that was curled up below, struggled to prop up his weak body and dragged the corpse. , Trying to drag him out of the crowd.
Among the lying orcs, some of them moved again. They were all like the male beasts before, and they began to check the neighbors who were not moving. Then, two more were dragged out.
All three corpses were dragged to the nearest place to the door, where a small depression of corpse water that had not dried up was collected.
When they returned, the people who moved the bodies looked sympathetically at the person hanging in the center.
Hanging with an iron chain in a way of cutting back with his arms, under his feet is an iron nail board, and the height of the lifting is just so high that he can step on the nail board.
To keep your feet, you must hang all your body weight on your arms. If you want to keep your arms, the feet must be pierced by thick, long and dense iron nails.
Generally speaking, in this case, knowing that their feet cannot be kept, most people still hold the mentality that they can delay for a moment, so they should not let their feet see blood. After all, it takes a certain amount of time to scrap the arm by hoisting it.
However, this male beast was ruthless. As soon as he came up, he stepped directly on the nail plate, and the blood "squeaked" out of the wound on the cross, turning the iron plate red. He only frowned at the beginning. After that, there was no sound.
The orcs are brave, but not many can do what he is.
Up to now. Five days later, the nail on this iron plate had grown in place with his wound, and the exposed part was still rusty.
"Are you okay?" The orc who woke up at the first hesitated, approached the orc whose face was covered by the tangled red hair with his head down motionless, and asked in a low voice.
He worried that this person would die silently like Xiaohua?
If he is really dead, he must beg the jailer who moved the body to drag him out. The cell is too small, but there are many people inside, and the environment is so bad. If the corpse stays for a long time, it is not difficult to produce a plague.
The man was motionless, so he came closer, through the nail board, reaching out to sniff his nose. But to a pair of cruel eyes.
Five days of torture and pain have thinned his body, leaving his lips dry and peeling, his chin and lips have grown blue beards, his complexion is morbidly gray, and only his eyes are burning like a raging fire, so bright and scary. .
The male beast retreated and sat with the others.
lifeless. No one talks. This is a group of people who have lost hope and are waiting to die.
Some of them stared blankly at the dead body at the door, guessing that they would be dragged there someday. Some looked at the dim little light on the dark aisle outside the iron fence, waiting for the only meal today. Among them, several young male beasts with fairly clean faces curled up against the wall, with a look of horror. Two mouths opened and closed, silently saying something.
There was a sound of "takta" footsteps, and a group of orcs came as usual. The four obese and wretched ones at the beginning each carried two wooden barrels. After the jailer stepped forward and opened the door, six people came in. He pierced the chest ribs of the corpse on the ground with an iron hook, and then pulled the chain at the other end and left the cell like a dead dog, leaving a winding blood stain on the ground.
"You filthy bugs, come and eat." Putting the wooden barrel up, shouted fiercely into it.
The prisoners moved their weak bodies and rushed forward to take the only ration today.
There are two buckets with blackened and hard dried buns, biting like rocks. The third bucket was muddy water, and there was a broken bowl floating in it. The last bucket contained meat, bones and fish heads that had been eaten. It was supposed to be used to feed livestock, but it was the prisoners' favorite delicacy.
The jailers who watched them eating embarrassed outside the iron gate made fun of them with comments.
The hanging orc seemed to be completely unaware of external sounds and noises, until someone approached him and stretched a piece of bun under his face.
He looked up again and saw that it was a pale beast whose smile was worse than crying.
"I can't eat it." The young beast's teeth trembled and looked at the jailer outside the iron gate like a frightened guinea pig. After meeting a few of them, he immediately shook his whole body. "You eat, tomorrow, I will be like Xiaohua."
The red-haired orc glanced at him, opened his chapped lips, and bit the bun.
The young beast let go of the bun, returned to the corner of the wall in despair, shrank into a ball again, and buried his face on his knees.
Xiaohua, after having breakfast yesterday morning, she was dragged away by the group. When she came back in the evening, her lower body was bloody, her buttocks were even more bloody, and she was in a coma. At night, I got a high fever and kept screaming and screaming, as if lost in a nightmare and couldn't get out. In the early morning, it was finally quiet, but it turned out to be dead.
The other two dead were in similar conditions to Shaohua.
Xiaohua and these two went back to the cell anyway, but the other three who went with them did not come back. The oldest and the earliest brother Yi murmured that the three must have died on the spot, so they threw them directly to the beasts they trained as food.
His lips were too dry, and with only a slight movement, they split open, and the blood was stained with black bun. Without drool soaking, the bun dries like sand and as hard as a stone. Even so, he bit slowly with his strong teeth, and then swallowed little by little. The dry particles scratched the soft flesh of the esophagus, and he persisted.
Seeing that most of the people had almost eaten, the barrel was taken out, and the four fat guys stood on the side of the aisle and pointed to a few male beasts in the room~EbookFREE.me~this one, pick this one. Don't look at the dirty face, I bet it will look good if you drop a bucket of water and brush it with a brush. "
"Speaking of which, it's still the beautiful one yesterday, but it's intolerable. After only one night, it died."
"One can deal with so many animals, it's strange not to die."
From among the prisoners crowded together like quail, the jailers picked up the ones that had been optimistic before.
"No, no, I don't..." The young male beast who had given the red-haired orc a bun before screamed, his face covered with tears and nose, he hurriedly pulled his hands and feet, trying to grab something.
"No?" The jailer holding his collar sneered a few times, "Let's call again when you get to the ground. I'm afraid you won't even have the strength to call by then."
The other jailers laughed and whistled.
There is no female beast to play, and it's not as good to be able to hold a beautiful male beast under his body. ()