Chapter 1325 - 1015: Stewing Myself in an Iron Pot

Chapter 1325: Chapter 1015: Stewing Myself in an Iron Pot

In the dungeon where daylight is unseen, the stench-filled air eternally reverberates with cries and moans.

At this moment, under the illumination of firelight, the sound of whipping is incessant.

Suspended by shackles on the wall, that half-naked Minotaur was already covered in wounds, fainted. Then, a basin of cold water was splashed on him, awakening him suddenly.

Then, the cruel whipping and torment began again.

Not until the whip broke did the Rat-man Boss angrily throw down his belongings, return to the chair, and coldly command, "Beat him, keep beating! But be careful, don’t kill him!"

"I want him to be living worse than death!!"

That venomous and cold voice echoed in the dungeon, while the calls for help became hoarse from afar.

"Stop beating him, stop beating him, sob sob sob."

The pitiful and helpless Dog-headed Man wiped his eyes, already tear-stained: "That’s my blood brother, if you have to beat... beat him lightly."

"Don’t hit the face, agh, don’t hit there... sob sob sob, he’s still single... pity my nephew still in the womb..."

"Wait, didn’t you just say he’s been a virgin for forty years?"

The prisoner in the nearby cage listened intently, sensing inconsistency: "Then where did the child come from?"

"It’s all love, what do you know! Love is omnipotence!"

Moved by true love, the Dog-headed Man’s eyes blurred with tears: "My brother grew up with his childhood sweetheart, a match made in heaven, but Fate is cruel. Separated for decades, his beloved cow, overwhelmed with longing, secretly conceived. Just as the saying goes: Unfulfilled three lifetimes’ wishes, frequently adding a sorrowful Chapter, when confined worries gather, upon departure glance myriad times..."

After reciting this dramatic poem, the Dog-headed Man slammed the rice bowl on the ground, just like a courtroom block, wiped away the tears and drool from his mouth’s corner, then narrated a stunning love tale enchantingly.

Who would have thought, the Minotaur born gripping a fork from the womb was actually a reincarnated steak left on the Ranch Owner’s plate, and the cousin staying at his house that day turned out to be a bone transformed by the Piper? Exemplifying, one is in the garden wasteland, the other is a five-clawed gem...

For a while, not only did the Rat-men secretly eavesdrop from the chair, but even the guards wielding whips were captivated.

Only Foster in the truck complexly removed his headphones and rubbed his face.

Honestly, can’t listen anymore!

This is too damn weird!

Yet after hesitating a moment, he couldn’t help but grab the headphones to eavesdrop a little more...

Currently, the entire Red Dragon is thrown out in the yard, waiting for a buyer’s visit, or simply buying forcibly, disregarded by everyone.

Those hidden in the truck are entirely bored, having played rounds of card games.

As for Raymond being hung and beaten, he seems to have been forgotten by all.

It’s not really any major deal anyway.

The Minotaur covered in blood and wounds looks miserable, but actually... is equally miserable.

Yet it’s no big deal.

After all, it’s a Third Stage Sublimator, cultivated expensively by the Ivory Tower as a US Dollar warrior, unless intentionally, how could be easily beaten like this?

Such whippings and the Ranch Owner’s mouthfuls of agony mean little.

Not even considered a massage.

If it weren’t for Huai Shi urging him in communications to act a bit more like, he might have already fallen asleep.

For everyone, he can only sacrifice a bit more.

At worst, give him two extra drumsticks for dinner.

In the dim light, in the damp filthy dungeon soil, countless fungal colonies were rapidly spreading, mingling with multicolored moss, gradually covering the entire dungeon and the outer guard post from inside out.

Slender vines rooted in the soil swiftly, taking hold and sprouting, quietly bringing the entire area under control, resembling thousand arms and eyes.

The whole dungeon had a total of sixty-one wardens, and along with those entering and leaving, over a hundred guards outside in the guard post.

And, twelve prisoners.

Twelve?

That number seems too few, doesn’t it?

All caught for trivial matters.

Isn’t it that in this Iron Flame City everyone abides by law and advocates goodness, living an early paradise-life in Hell even before America, where houses need no locks and items aren’t stolen by anyone?

Yet in their main hall, what’s that oversized iron pot enough for a Minotaur to bathe for?

Huai Shi pinched his dog mouth, deep in thought.

Thinking about the mountainous pile of bones in the backyard, the nonexistent food inventory in the cafeteria, and the suspicious cured meat hanging on the beams...

Isn’t something wrong with your dungeon?

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Good times always pass particularly quickly, and it’s time to say goodbye.

Just when Huai Shi’s brothel dream reached ’Raymond entering Iron Flame City, Minotaur trying cloud and rain affair,’ the crisp sound of a bell resonated from within the dungeon.

Meal time arrived.

Without waiting for Huai Shi’s tale to finish, the door swung open, and a dozen Rat-men with white cloth wrapped heads rushed in recklessly, holding him down with celerity, tying ropes to him, and pulled him out directly.

"Hey, wait, wait, what’s going on."

The Dog-headed Man screamed and struggled, like a pig hanging on a wooden stick, and was carried away.

It passed through doors and halls, was directly carried into a hall, and positioned at the front of a long dining table, where the boiling pot was already smoking.

Including the Rat-man Boss, all the prison heads were present, and under the triangular emblem representing Poxun, there was a Dog-headed Man of Huai Shi’s own family dressed in a sacrificial robe, dancing ritualistically.

Every now and then, a shadowy glow appeared in the boiling pot, illuminating faces excitedly clutching forks and knives.

When Huai Shi arrived, the crowd eagerly sang praises, their whimsically shaped faces full of hunger and greed.

The feast was about to begin...

"Wait, what are you doing..."

Huai Shi panicked, "Isn’t there a Minotaur? Why eat me first?"

The Dog-headed Priest glanced at him dismissively, "He’s more meaty, we’ll fatten him up and eat him during the festival."

"Hey, Dog-headed Men don’t eat Dog-headed Men."

Huai Shi wriggled furiously on the rack, "Though I’m not very meaty, I can tell stories. Hey, have you heard of quality cattle rearing? You play music and tell stories to the cows every day, making them happy, and over time, the meat quality naturally... Wait, don’t rush, damn, I’m still..."

Thud!

Before he finished, he was tossed into the boiling pot.

Instantly, a refreshing silence descended, everyone’s heart suddenly relaxed.

This damned dog finally shut up.

Next to the pot, the Dog-headed Man reached for a large ladle, ready to stir, when through a long string of bubbles, a large dog head slowly emerged.

In the pot, it blinked at him.

A leaf dangled from its nose.

"Brother, the water temperature here seems not quite right?"

He bent down, sniffed the leaf, sipped the soup, smacked his lips, "At least add some garlic chives for the flavor, poured at least half a jar of salt, it’s killing someone, didn’t even bleed it before boiling, the taste is way too strong?"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, even the chorus praising Poxun stalled for an instant.

And in the boiling pot, that Dog-headed Man wriggled and twisted, wagging its head and tail, sometimes doing dog paddle, sometimes butterfly stroke, switching styles as it splashed around inside.

Finally, it simply spread its arms like taking a bath, laying them on the pot edge, and began to whistle.

Showing off the tip of its tail, sweeping back and forth on the water’s surface.

It looked absolutely blissful.

"Something feels off, boss."

The Rat-man was stunned, whispered to the Warden, "Shall we eat something else?"

"Insolence!"

Before the Warden could speak, the Dog-headed Man in the pot flared up, "You eat when you say eat, don’t eat when you say don’t eat, don’t I have any dignity!

Moreover, you bunch of trash, being able to drink bathwater from a hot idol like me is your blessing earned over eight generations, learn to cherish it, got it?"

Beside him, the Dog-headed Priest reached out in astonishment, touched the surging water, but screamed at the burn, even the fur on his paw fell off.

But before he could retract his hand, a bizarre tentacle suddenly emerged from the large cauldron, wrapped around the dog head, instantly contracting, pulling it into the pot.

After a muffled sound, it disappeared without a trace.

"What the hell is this!"

The Warden instinctively took a step back, pulled out his axe.

But with a crunch, the once sturdy axe handle had unknowingly rotted, crumbling at a pinch, even the gleaming axe was covered in colorful rust spots, like a series of absurd smiling faces.

The Warden opened his mouth, about to shout for help, but was abruptly choked, thick, bloody bits and shattered organs spewed from his mouth.

Continuous sounds of breakage echoed, from above, below, all around... from the ceiling, floor, and walls, strands of tender shoots rapidly sprouted, growing, the blood-sucking vines swayed like living creatures, spreading themselves in this paradise of Purgatory.

Then, they exposed their sharp mouthparts and teeth toward the prey...

A chorus of high-pitched screams erupted, the Hell Creatures who were originally holding knives and forks ready for a feast scattered in an instant, but barely took two steps before being entangled tightly by the blood-sucking vines, unable to move.

At this moment, within the void mist behind Huai Shi, one after another scarlet eyes gradually opened, glaring hideously at all the dust.

In the dungeon, countless flowers bloomed almost instantly, entwined with the bones, spreading a dense fragrance.

Massive shadows roamed on the ground, silently enveloping the entire facility inside, sealing it within, and shortly, the true Hell unfolded here!

Accompanied by the thick, muffled boiling sound from the iron cauldron, darkness, viscous darkness overflowed from it, crawled menacingly onto everyone’s feet, entangled around their limbs and faces, spreading in thousands of threads, penetrating into nostrils and mouths, rapidly burrowing inward.

Until it reached the marrow.

"Why run? Weren’t we about to eat?"

Amidst clusters of shadows and grotesque Flying Birds, Huai Shi raised the bowl of soup, brought it to the guests’ lips, smiling gently:

"Come, hurry while it’s hot—drink this bowl of soup, and we’ll be best friends forever."