Chapter 278 Sister, how about I arrange a male model performance for you?
The two jailers were stunned for a while when they saw Song Mang ignoring the prison ghost formation and just walked out.
"Why did you come out!"
One of the jailers shouted, "Do you know what this place is? This is the prison cell of the Colosseum! If you just escape from here, you will be chopped into pieces immediately!
If you don't want to die such a miserable death, just cooperate with me and put on these chains!
Later on, when you go to the auction, if you're lucky and someone buys you whole, you still have a chance to survive!"
"What auction?"
Song Mang asked doubtfully.
She has a ghost card of the level of the King of Hell on her, and the ghost formation in the cell can't trap her at all.
The Nuwa Spirit Cage was able to trap her, but after the Nuwa Spirit Cage threw her here, it disappeared.
“Auction to buy food!”
After the jailer finished speaking, he put the chain in his hand on Song Mang, but Song Mang used the joker card to freeze him in place.
"Why aren't you moving? Hurry up and tie her up and throw her back into the cell!"
Another jailer said.
"This is the food that General Shuai specifically requested to be auctioned off in advance. It can't be turned into minced meat!"
"I...I can't move!"
Seeing that his companions were not taking any action, the jailer took the chains and wanted to tie up Song Mang as well.
As a result, he couldn't move!
Song Mang glanced at them, then walked around them and headed towards the outside of the cell.
During this period, she also passed by many cells, most of which were filled with people.
These are all human players, each of them is in a very miserable state, and many of them are missing limbs.
But when the human players in the cells saw Song Mang coming out of the cells, they did not look surprised, but instead showed some sympathy.
"Hey, don't go any further!"
Someone reminded her.
"You can't escape. There's a meat grinder outside. If you go out now, you'll be minced into minced meat immediately."
Song Mang stopped and looked at the cells around him. He found that some of the cell doors were not locked, but the players inside did not run out. Instead, they had despaired expressions on their faces.
Song Mang walked forward a few more steps and looked towards the end of the passage, only to find that there was no strange guard there.
There are only two weird jailers in this place. Some cell doors are still open, but these people don't run away. I'm afraid there is something fishy at the exit.
Song Mang stood beside a stone pillar next to the passage for a while and did not leave directly from the exit.
After a while, she saw several more jailers appearing strangely in the direction of the exit.
The jailers mysteriously forced two human players in, and those two human players were both cultivators.
When I came in, it was still very calm.
Until the jailers mysteriously escorted the players to the pillar where Song Mang was.
The spiritual power of the two players suddenly surged, and they took out their spiritual weapons at the same time and knocked the jailers away.
"Run! We must leave the arena. Once we leave here, we will be safe!"
"Damn Wang Shuo! As a fellow disciple, he actually sold us to the strange creatures as food! When we get out of here, we will make sure he dies without a burial place!"
After the two men knocked the jailer away, they quickly rushed out the door they came from.
Seeing that there was no guard at the door, they did not take precautions and just ran in.
But the moment they stepped over the threshold, the vermilion door suddenly changed.
A cold and damp air came out from the door, and the world outside turned blood red, with a lot of sticky liquid on the walls and the ground.
In addition, the threshold on the ground turned into a row of densely packed teeth, which directly tripped the two men.
With a click.
Before the two human players could react, the exit door closed up and down like the mouth of a giant beast.
The door also made a chewing sound.
"Ugh! Pah!"
After a while, the door opened again, and a large pool of bloody flesh emerged from the dark space.
"I told you not to run, but you insisted on running. Now you don't even have a complete body left! How stupid!"
The jailers who had just been knocked away were strange and slowly got up.
Those weirdos took a shovel, scooped up the meat paste on the ground, put it in an iron bucket, and then left through the exit.
The exit door returned to its original state.
After seeing this, Song Mang had no choice but to walk back. However, after taking a few steps, she met the two jailers who wanted to tie her up.
"Hey, you didn't turn into pulp?"
Jailer No. 1 looked at Song Mang in surprise, "I thought you were so anxious to leave that you'd already turned into a pulp. You were even thinking about making dumplings today."
"It's good that you didn't turn into minced meat!"
Jailer No. 2 said, "This woman is a high-end ingredient that's going to be auctioned off. If she turns into minced meat, how are we going to explain it to the commander? Quick, tie her up and take her back!"
Song Mang frowned and said, "That cell is too dirty and messy. I don't want to live there. I want to live in the best cell here. Can you give me another milk tea?"
Jailer No. 1: ???
Jailer No. 2: ???
Jailer No. 1 pouted and said, "Bah! Not only do you want to live in the best cell, but you also want to drink milk tea. Why don't you just go to heaven? You should understand your own status. You are just food! You are no different from the piglets raised in the human pigpen!"
With a snap.
Song Mang threw 500,000 ghost money directly in his face, "So what? Make me a comfortable big bed. I haven't had a good sleep for a long time, and now is the perfect time to rest."
“……?”
Jailer No. 1 was about to go berserk when he discovered that the thing that hit him in the face was actually a huge ghost money with a face value of 10,000 yuan!
That’s it!
There are actually dozens of these ghost money.
"Oh my god, what is this?"
Jailer No. 2 also saw it and was about to pick up all the paper money, but Jailer No. 1 snatched them away.
"These are for me!!! Mine!"
Jailer No. 1's eyes turned red, and he roared as he snatched back the large sums of paper money.
Then he turned to look at Song Mang, his expression was flattering, "Please wait a moment, I will ask someone to clear out the best cell!"
"Fuck, why did you take them all? These are worth 10,000 yuan each, give me a few!"
Jailer No. 1 was about to take Song Mang to the best cell, but was stopped by his companions.
Because he collected all the paper money for the dead, his companions were very dissatisfied.
"I've seen dozens of them, that's hundreds of thousands. Do you have the nerve to take them all? Give me some! If you don't, I'll report you right away!"
"Go report it."
Jailer No. 1 said, "I just moved her to a better cell. This is within my authority and does not violate any prison regulations!"
"you……!"
Jailer No. 2 was so angry that he jumped up and down.
When he thought of those ghost money, his heart was bleeding!
Hundreds of thousands of ghost money!
It would take him hundreds of years to earn that much!
His eyes rolled around, and he quickly pulled Song Mang and said, "Sister, I have a great place here. It's not only clean and tidy, but also has a big bed, a super comfortable and clean three-piece suite, and a separate bathroom.
In addition, I can also buy you milk tea and snacks, and ask my friends at the bar to send a few male models to perform for you! What do you think? "
The other guard's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and he quickly said, "The place you mentioned is not inside the cell. That place is not allowed, absolutely not allowed! She can't live there! It's against the rules!"
Song Mang coughed lightly and said, "I can't stand any hardship, so I really can't live in this place. How about this, if you can take me to a better room, I will give you one million each.
I'll come back when they send me to the auction, and I promise not to cause you any trouble! How about that? "
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