Chapter 135: The Evil Cave (1/2)

"Hmph, a famous singer, what's the use of a famous singer? If prostitutes die, can the brothel owners starve to death?"

The cold laughs pierced people's intestines.

"Remember, let her keep guests tonight."

The madam turned around and was about to leave.

"Mom, mom, let me rest for two days, let me rest for two days."

The madam turned her head and glanced coldly.

She was not moved at all when she saw the woman with tears streaming down her face.

"Your disease is not incurable, but a poisonous disease must be treated with poison. If you really can't do it, then mom will treat you!"

Hearing this, the woman's body was covered in cold sweat.

From her face to her heels.

The thin body couldn't help trembling, and fear filled her chest.

"Mom, I..."

She couldn't speak anymore.

She had seen such a scene.

This kind of pimple disease is almost impossible to cure.

The so-called poisonous disease must be treated with poison, but in fact, it is not really for you to be cured.

It is better to say that the treatment is to make her temporarily healthy and receive customers than to say that she is being punished with a violent and twisted mentality.

"Why, you don't want treatment? Humph, bitch! It seems that you still don't feel any pain, so you don't need treatment. Let's keep her company tonight."

"Okay."

The man, who was hunched over and holding his hands, looked a bit cowardly and agreed obediently.

He ignored the woman on the bed and pushed the wooden door open with a creak and walked out.

After leaving the door, the man closed the wooden door again.

He just looked at the bed through the crack of the door while closing it.

As soon as he raised his eyelids, Sanbai's eyes showed a strange light. The woman looked at him and felt as if she was stared at by a vicious dog.

I don't know what to say anymore.

All the grievances were choked in my throat. The discomfort and pain in my body, the urging of the madam and her man, and the grievances of the past, all came to my mind now.

The pent-up feeling in her chest turned into cold tears, silently flowing down the corners of her eyes.

She buried her head in the slightly damp blanket, falling into despair and numbness.

Half a month ago, she was still in the limelight.

She thought she was a woman with strong adaptability.

As the saying goes, a man who knows the times is a hero.

Plus, she has two looks.

After falling into this brothel, she soon figured it out.

She soon became a popular singer.

Regular customers lined up and even had to push and shove to get her.

She must have earned a lot of money that night.

At that time, the manager praised her, the madam loved her, and she was given dumplings every meal.

This was a treatment that many sisters in this building could not ask for.

Some time ago, the trafficked woman repeatedly refused to obey and tried to escape many times.

She didn't change even after being beaten many times.

She was tied to the bed of some guests with special interests, but she still didn't dare to be violent.

Almost hurt the customer.

She was indeed a tough guy.

In the end, the madam had no choice but to be cruel, and she rarely made a loss.

First, she beat the woman all over her body, and then fed her a bowl of arsenic.

She was bleeding from all seven orifices and died.

After she died, she called all the sisters in the building to watch in turn.

Killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, and scared several sisters who had not figured it out, and immediately chose to give up struggling.

But looking at the tragic death of the woman, although she felt a little pity in her heart, it also contained some irony.

How to live? Not live?

Why struggle?

She wasted her best years and her life in vain.

In her eyes, those sisters who could only figure it out after being scared were also cheap bones.

Why bother to do something that should have been figured out long ago.

Now she regretted it a little.

The pain in her body told her that sometimes it was even better to die than to live.

The pain from the pimple was unbearable, and she was forced to do business, urged, threatened, and insulted. She was held high in the past, but now she was trampled into the mud.

Where is the dignity of a human being? She is treated like an object.

She is even worse than an animal.

She is alive no matter how she lives, but is she really living like this?

The woman didn't know.

What else can she do?

If she hadn't given in at the beginning, she would have been beaten to death long ago.

How much better can she be now?

She can't deceive those customers with a pimple.

She is sick and still does business, and the customers will not forgive her.

Not only will she be humiliated and unable to do business, but she will also be beaten by the madam.

Maybe she will have to cut off the pimple with scissors and burn the rotten meat with an iron.

Even if the pimple disappears for one night, she can make an extra copper coin.

As for whether she can recover or survive? Who cares?

To live or to die?

How should I live? How should I die?

While I was complaining to myself, the wooden door was knocked again.

"Peng Peng!"

"Cui Hong, get up quickly. The boss lady asked you to receive the guests. Mr. Gou is waiting upstairs."

No sound came from the house.

The knocking on the door became more and more urgent.

"Auntie, just get up. Don't embarrass me or yourself. If you don't get up to do business, they won't let you go."

"Think about the fate of those people. You have seen it before. You originally thought it was quite open-minded."

"No matter how you live, you are living. If you can't stand it, you have to endure it. If you can't live any longer, it's just for the past few days. No matter how uncomfortable it is to get up and do business, it's better than being beaten to death."

The words he said were a little cool, a little pitiful, and a little helpful.

People are always complicated.

"Don't give me a toast or drink as a penalty! If I can't wake you up, Mr. Lu can't spare me, nor can he spare you. I won't be able to spare you when the time comes. You think about things clearly!"

He coerced and coerced.

It was getting late, and the old madam and her husband, Mr. Lu, benefited from the booming business and the employees were all hardworking and hardworking.

You can also go to bed early.

"You really don't know what's good and what's good. You really think that you are destined to be a rich lady! They are born to be despicable. My aunt, I will give them a bite of food, and they dare to pick and choose for me."

The old madam cursed and lay down on the soft bed.

Her man lowered his head and said nothing. He leaned on the bed and soon started snoring too.

The angry madam pushed him hard several times.

"Damn it, I give you an advantage every day, but I keep your mouth shut. Hmph."

She also fell asleep angrily.

This happens all the time.

Although there are more people who earn more and work hard, there are many people coming and leaving in their place.

There are always a few things that I can’t think of.

It would be a waste of her energy.

It is inevitable to feel sulky.

Angry at these ungrateful bitches for wasting their time, wasting their food, and not making good money for themselves.

In the midst of his anger, the joys and sorrows of countless people shrouded the lively small building like a dark cloud.

clatter……

clatter……

There seemed to be a few thin, shaky and black lines extending out of the void, like a large, fine network, connecting an unknown number of people in a mess.

Just one of them.

The color seems to be slightly darker.

With a slight movement, the Yin Qi gathered, as if some dripping sounds were formed.

The sound of water accompanied by the snoring made me fall asleep.

"Cuihong! You are so brave! I'm talking to you nicely and you won't listen, right?"

Master Lu stared at the woman still lying on the bed with a fierce look in his triangular eyes.

Although his figure is still a bit stooped, his face reveals a sinister look.

"Speak, why don't you speak!"

"Master Lu, please spare me. I will recover in a few days and I will serve you well."

"Bah! Smelly bitch! Grandpa, I haven't eaten anything that smells good and smells bad. I'm going to get sick and harm others!"

Although Cuihong is somewhat pretty, Master Lu really doesn't care.

Even though he looks ugly, he is even described as vulgar.

But he is the Madam's man and his right-hand man.

When you meet someone who is blind, you have to let him take action, first destroy the innocence of those people, and then force them to accept the guests.

If they don't listen, the old madam has some tricks to torment them.

Not only were they beaten and scolded, but they were also humiliated and slandered for seducing their men.

They must crush their self-esteem into the dust.

This way you can be at your own mercy.

Mr. Lu staggered forward.

He took a handful of his long, emerald red hair that was shiny with sweat.

He gritted his teeth and pulled hard!

"Ouch!"

Only a scream was heard.

Cuihong was dragged by the head and fell to the ground.

Pieces of hair were torn off like felt.

Blood seeped out from the damaged area in an instant, turned red, wetted some of the surrounding hair, and dripped down the face.

"You're crazy!"

Cuihong endured the severe pain and cursed fiercely at Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu became even more angry.

"Crazy? The crazy one is still behind!"

Angrily, he grabbed Cuihong's chest!

Then he pulled her up from the ground and threw her onto the bed.

How could Cuihong be willing to obey?

He fought back with all his teeth and claws.

After a few moments of hard work, he ferociously left many blood stains on Mr. Lu's bald head.

A piece of his face was also gouged.

My eyeballs were almost poked out.

Mr. Lu broke into a cold sweat, and the burning pain on his face, head, and eyes aroused his anger even more.

Two snaps, two big slaps!

But the emerald red cheeks were not terribly red.

Just some blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Cuihong was somewhat fierce, and still glared at Mr. Lu fiercely, cursing loudly!

"You beast! You want my life! Don't forget where the money for your food and drinks comes from! It's all earned by your aunt and I, word by word!"

"Okay! You want to rebel!"

Master Lu laughed angrily after hearing this.

"Hey, you bitch! You're really sharp-tongued! You're right, I eat and drink with the money you earn!"

"But so what?"

"Now that you are unwilling to obediently earn money for your grandpa, how can your grandpa spare you?"

As he said that, he flew up and kicked Cuihong's chest with a heart-warming kick.

There was a loud bang.

The bed was knocked over.

Cuihong spat out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound.

I only felt a burning pain in my chest, and my eyes were filled with darkness.

He lay on the ground moaning feebly, as if his chest was being strangled.

I can't breathe no matter how hard I try.

"Now you know how powerful your grandpa is! You are sick, right? Your grandpa will treat you!"

As he said this, he took out a pair of scissors from somewhere.

Cuihong knelt on her knees and could not move.

He stretched out his hand and pulled down Cuihong's pants.

"Where's the lump? I'll treat it for you!"

Cuihong's eyes were still dark, and she still felt that her chest was suffocating.

She was indeed conscious.

Her hands and feet were chaotic and wanted to protect herself.

But how could she resist the conscious attack of Master Lu?

"Let go!"

"You... you are crazy..."

It seemed that the words were forced out of her throat.

The voice was extremely subtle.

There was really a sharp pain in her chest, and it felt like her lungs were kicked and exploded, and she had lost the ability to breathe.

"Crazy? I think you have evil intentions! Where's the lump? Where's the lump?"

"You are so good! You pretended to be sick to deceive your grandfather, just because you don't want to go to work!"

"No lump! I'll loosen your mouth!"

As he said this, he scissored fiercely.

"Ah--!!!"

This time Cuihong could really scream in pain.

The severe pain and stuffiness in the chest were not as bad as the damage caused by the scissors.

The shrill screams could almost wake up the people sleeping in three streets.

Cuihong screamed loudly.

In the acute pain, she still had some luck to ask for help.

The house was noisy and screaming, but everything was still normal outside.

Those who should laugh upstairs were laughing, and those who should sleep in the town were sleeping.

It seemed that no sound came out.

That Master Lu used the scissors fiercely several times.

The person was injured and bloody.

Suddenly!

He also screamed in pain!

"Ah——!"

It was also a fierce scream.

It was almost fatal.

Blood spurted out from his crotch immediately.

This Master Lu seemed to be a really ruthless person. In the face of such injuries, he was still able to maintain a certain level of action.

"You dare to kick your grandfather!"

His eyes were red and he completely lost his mind.

Cuihong was lying on the ground, dying, and she did not respond to Mr. Lu's questioning.

Mr. Lu hit her several more times, and his body was completely bloody with waves of pain.

But he could bear this pain.

He was blinded by anger.

He hung up Cuihong, who was already unable to move.

He stripped her clothes.

He took out a barbed leather whip that he often used from Cuihong's room.

Snap!

Snap!

He hit her fiercely again and again.

Each whip brought up a strand of flesh and blood.

The more he hit, the hotter he felt.

He took off all his clothes.

Cuihong trembled in pain when the whip was hit.

He also trembled in pain.

A strand of flesh and blood was torn off Cuihong's chest by the whip.

His chest was immediately covered in blood.

He hit her more than a dozen times.

Cuihong's body was already covered in blood.

His body was already covered in blood.

He was in as much pain as Cuihong felt, but he could still endure the pain.

White bones were exposed in many places on Cuihong's body.

Some white bones were also exposed on his body.

But Cuihong was not dead, and neither was he.

Cuihong was still gasping weakly, and he was still violent with full strength.

He whipped her again and again.

The figure wielding the whip was imprinted in the deep night...