Chapter 90 Chapter 90 Pay the price.

90

Rahel is an American backpacking in Europe.

He had just quit his last job and was looking for a way to see the world before looking for his next one.

During the trip, he arrived at a small town in Slovakia on the recommendation of a stranger he made. His friend told him that there were beautiful women and fine wines here. Although it was not a widely developed tourist attraction, it had its own unique flavor.

A few days ago, Rachel experienced everything his friend had said in this small town with not very developed transportation.

He drank delicious mead, spent the night with beautiful women, and celebrated local traditional festivals with the locals. The scenery here is pleasant and full of cultural charm, and one can spend a long time strolling here even alone.

That evening, he returned to the hotel and greeted the woman at the front desk as usual, "Good evening, Lisa."

The honey-skinned beauty named Lisa tilted her head to look at him, her lips, glistening with lip gloss, alluringly raised. "Good evening, sir."

As Rahel was about to go upstairs, Lisa stopped him.

"What's going on here?" She gathered her long hair and pointed to the corner of her mouth.

Rahel touched the corner of his mouth. He accidentally hit the corner of his mouth while boating by the river today, leaving a bloody wound about 4 cm long.

Maybe I should get a tetanus shot, Rahel thought nonchalantly.

He was a handsome, gray-haired man, around 30 years old, unmarried, and the wound really detracted from his appearance.

Lisa frowned slightly after hearing what happened. "The boatman was so careless that he actually injured your face. He made such a serious mistake. He simply doesn't deserve to work here..."

"What?" This inexplicable muttering made Rahel confused.

He suddenly recalled the boatman's anxious eyes and abnormally pale face when the wound appeared on his face.

At that time, although the port was sparsely populated, many passers-by suddenly showed up to care for him and bandage his wounds.

The look they gave the boatman was unusually cold.

The people here paid strange attention to his face.

Just when Rahel was puzzled, Lisa suddenly raised her eyes and curved them, "If you don't mind, please let me take a picture of you."

"Why?" Rahel asked curiously.

"Because you look a little different." Lisa replied in a strange tone.

Before Rahel could react, Lisa raised her phone to record his appearance at the moment.

For a receptionist, this was truly rude. Rahel frowned, a little offended, but since she was such a beautiful woman, he didn't pursue the matter. He said half-seriously, "If you had told me in advance, I would have smiled to make the photo more attractive."

"No, sir." Lisa smiled and shook her head, "This is enough."

Rahel couldn't help but frown.

He didn't know that the moment he checked into the hotel, his photos were uploaded to a secret website that was watched by countless people.

【Photo update on the 23rd】

[Current Intended Highest Price: BTC 0.72]

[The hunt is about to begin. The auction entrance will open after 2:57:32.]

As Rahel walked up the stairs, he saw Lisa at the front desk giving him her unchanging business smile.

"Sir, please have a good rest."

She said softly and hoarsely.

If Rahel knew what kind of a den this place is.

Even if he had to jump out of the window or crawl away, he would definitely escape from here overnight.

****

Mo Shiyu turned his head.

He watched as an unconscious man was carried in by two large men.

The light was too dim, and he couldn't see the other person's face because of the crying and pleading all around him.

Only gray hair was visible.

The burly middle-aged man threw the unconscious gray-haired man into a cage with several people, making a muffled sound.

The few men and women who were still conscious cried out, "Help! No! Help me!"

No one cares about these people who are imprisoned in darkness.

The man shone the flashlight around. Mo Shiyu was locked up alone in a cage. The cage was not high enough for him to sit on the ground, like a precious bird in a cage. His hands were tied with soft silk.

They were even reluctant to use handcuffs, probably because they were afraid of hurting him and affecting the selling price.

The middle-aged man looked at him through the iron bars and asked the people around him in confusion, "Such a beautiful face. If you don't put him in the slave camp to be trained, and just put him in the hunting grounds as ordinary goods and broadcast it live, wouldn't that be a waste?"

His companion scoffed, "This is worthless secondhand merchandise, not as good as the first time. We can only rely on live broadcasts of the hunt to whet appetite and create hype. If the response is good, the sale price will be as high as a private auction."

As he spoke, he clicked his tongue, as if he cared, yet also seemed to lock the buckle casually.

"After all, a beauty who can move and cry is more attractive than a motionless wooden beauty..."

Mo Shiyu said, "I want to drink water."

His calm reaction seemed particularly different among a group of terrified hostages.

The meaning of their conversation was obvious, but the young man didn't seem worried at all. His reaction amused the middle-aged man, so he squatted down and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

“…”

Mo Shiyu looked at him, was silent for a while, suddenly curled up his lips and slowly smiled.

He arched his back, moved closer to the railings in the cramped cage, raised his hand, and stretched it out through the railings.

Then he bent his fingers and hooked them at the middle-aged man.

"come over."

The middle-aged man was startled, his throat rolling up and down, "..."

The pair of white hands with graceful lines stretched out from the dark cage were like beautiful candles burning in the dark night. The intimate taste implied in this action itself seemed to have magical power to attract people to come closer.

The middle-aged man uncontrollably approached the iron bars and stared at him closely, like a magnet attracted by magnetic force.

"What's your name?" Mo Shiyu asked softly.

“…Rolf.”

"Rolf." Mo Shiyu tilted his head back, his voice a little hoarse from not speaking for a long time. He said softly, "Pour me a glass of water."

The middle-aged man poured a glass of water and reached in from outside the iron bars. Mo Shiyu took it with his hand and drank with his eyes lowered.

I have to say, this scene is really eye-catching.

The middle-aged man felt that his thinking was confused.

He had seen too many beauties of all races. When they came here with their hands and feet tied, their pretty faces were distorted by fear and tears, and they looked no different from pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

He was a human trafficker who had ruined many lives. It was rare for a middle-aged man to feel sympathy for a beautiful face.

But at this moment, the greed and evil desires in his heart made him think of kidnapping the gray-haired young man, even disregarding the possible consequences of this action.

"Would you like to come with me..."

The remaining sanity prevented him from saying this.

"Just now, you asked me if I was afraid, right?" The smoky-haired beauty looked at him amid the slightly noisy crying around her. Her smoothly curved eyes curved slightly, and her voice was soft but concealed with cold mockery. "Like you said, I'm secondhand. I've already been through it once. If I still don't accept my fate, wouldn't that be foolish?"

The middle-aged man's fingers trembled.

"We rarely have goods that are handled for the second time here. Were you sold again by the previous buyer?" He subconsciously traced his past.

How could anyone be willing to throw away such a beautiful slave?

The middle-aged man felt that if he had bought this young man, he would not resell him even if he went bankrupt and could not afford to eat.

Mo Shiyu didn't say anything, but just curled his lips in mockery.

He was quiet for a moment and then said, "Can you show me the face of that man just now?"

The middle-aged man paused, and the next second, he was filled with uncontrollable anger. "You still want to see men? No one here is prepared for you. Know your place. Don't let yourself be played badly and no one buys you, and you end up being thrown into the slave camp as a public orphan!"

The middle-aged man found that when he got angry, the young man would stop talking.

This made him even angrier.

What kind of look is that?! It's like looking at a clown——

How dare a slave who is about to be sold not take me seriously?

Shouldn't he be more humble, kneeling in this exquisite birdcage, begging in tears to let him go - like most people here.

Oh, right.

He probably knew that begging for mercy was useless.

After all, this wasn't the first time he was tied up here.

With malice in his eyes, the middle-aged man tried to imagine the scene when the young man was first sold here, clinging to the bars of the cage with his hands, his eyes and mouth corners bruised, struggling to squeeze out from the gap in the cage, with innocence and hope still in his eyes, begging him to let him go.

But when he came here for the second time, he no longer wasted his energy begging them.

Mo Shiyu finished drinking the water, put the cup in front of the cage, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and stopped talking amid the low sobs around him.

The middle-aged man felt itchy inside and wanted to unlock the cage, drag the man out and give him a good lesson.

He took a sudden step closer and shook the cage a few times. Amidst the deafening sound of the iron bars shaking, he seemed to have regained his self-esteem. "Bitch, look at me!"

The beautiful and gloomy beauty frowned because of the shaking cage, but she just lowered her eyes, and no emotion leaked out of the corners of her narrow and graceful eyes.

The middle-aged man cursed and walked to another cage, pulled the gray-haired man's body open, and made him lie on his back.

He was clearly imprisoned, but it was as if he was being led by the nose...

He kicked the cage hard. "Let's see if you can still smile after this! The format this time is different from last time. Do you think you can just sit on the stage like last time? Impossible!"

"This is a live hunting show. The highest bidder will decide how to torture you during the show! If you survive by the end of the show, you'll be bought with your body covered in wounds, and every last bit of your worth will be squeezed out!"

"Spend the last quiet days of your life well!"

After saying this, without waiting for a reply, he turned around and slammed the door shut.

Mo Shiyu didn't care. He didn't know how many narrow-minded and jealous guys he had met. If he had to remember every one of them, he wouldn't need to remember anything else.

He turned his head and looked at the handsome gray-haired man who was unconscious.

Sure enough, I was not seeing things just now.

He actually looks a bit like him.

Where did they find such a man, and what were they going to do with him?

"A gimmick...?"

Mo Shiyu whispered, "Sisters who look alike will always be sold at a higher price in a live auction. This should be the same reason."

"However, since we both want similar people..." Mo Shiyu slowly smiled.

"Why not get one that looks more like it?"

The white doll crawled out from the darkness behind him and turned into a cold and strange white-haired boy.

He approached from behind and slowly hugged Mo Shiyu.

They were all sitting on the ground, in a cage.

In the dark shadows, scattered white and gray hair stuck together.

****

The hunt is about to begin.

Soon, an expressionless man walked in and injected sedatives into everyone. Mo Shiyu did not resist. In the gradually darkening and quiet vision, a certain emotion in his heart gradually became clear.

He thought he had forgotten.

But now that he revisited the place, he found that deep down in his heart, he still hated it.

If he hadn't traveled through time, he might not have known that this world had such a dark side.

More than two years have passed. It is time for this place stained with blood and sin, and all the executioners who do not treat people as human beings, to pay the price.