After all, judging from the name, the fat scraping hell is not so shocking at least compared to what sharp weapons pierce the ribs and what drops are gouging out the eyes. From its literal meaning, it will give people a feeling of losing weight and losing fat, which if the women in the world who pursue beauty see it, they will be a little disapproving, thinking that the so-called sixteen little hells are just bluffing.

Just like me, I had a more comfortable life in Binhai City in the previous period, so my body is not so fit, so it's not bad to come here to lose a penny. But after I thought about it, I felt that things would not be so simple, because fat scraping is not fat loss, as the name suggests, fat loss should be gradual, and fat scraping is much simpler and rougher. Just imagine, if you use a knife or other sharp tools to scrape off the fat on your body, it is also a very cruel thing!

Of course, I know that as one of the sixteen little hells, the fat scraping hell is definitely a terrible place, after all, Emperor Song is the master of the black rope hell, and if the sixteen small hells in the jurisdiction are so mild, he will not be the Song Emperor who makes people talk about tiger color.

Along the way, I heard a lot of rumors about the fat scraping hell from Ma Mian Shimanshichi. And I know that he has a nickname, called Natural Slimmer. The name doesn't sound like much, but when you think about it, it's not that simple.

Before me, there were two little ghosts, who seemed to have been sent to the small hell of fat scraping for punishment, and the two of them seemed to be very frightened, their legs and feet were shaking, and they couldn't walk, and if it weren't for a few jailers holding them, they would have collapsed on the ground.

When Niu Tou Eighteen saw this scene, he was very proud, pointed at them, and then said to me, "Boy, I hope you won't be scared to pee your pants like the two of them." ”

Now that I have arrived at the place, I don't need to be polite to Niu Tou, and said with a faint smile: "You can rest assured, when you are scared to pee, the master will be fine." I don't have any other strengths, but I'm bold. ”

In front of so many subordinates, being so sarcastic by me, Niu Tou Eighteen's face was a little unbearable, and he clenched his fists and crackled, and he was about to come over to clean me up, but he was stopped by Ma Mian Seventy Thousand Seven with a smile: "Captain Eighteen, why do you need to be like him? Now that the little hell has arrived, we might as well send him in as soon as possible and let him suffer." Also, my brother Ma Mian Seventy-two is the deputy prison here, I will go and say hello to him, and let him entertain this unenlightened person here, why do you need to dirty your hands?"

The bull head eighteen who said the words of the horse face seventy-seven were very useful, and glared at me viciously: "You are cheap, you guy, when you go in later, you will have it!

Soon arrived at the office of the little hell, and it happened that Ma Mian Seventy-two was on duty, and Ma Mian Seventy-Seven squeezed his eyes at me, and then took Niu Tou Eighteen and his rightful cousin to eat and drink.

As for me, I was taken into the registration room by the jailer, and after doing some daily prison procedures, the iron shackles on my body were finally removed, and a horse-faced jailer also searched me, although he didn't search so carefully, after all, in the subconscious of these people, I had been carefully searched in the Underworld Brigade.

I was worried that Na Ring would be taken away by him, so I quietly took a piece of garlic gold, coincidentally stuffed it into his hand, and then said: "Ma Mian 70,000 is the cousin of your deputy prison lord, that is my good friend, and he just secretly gave me such a piece of gold, so that I can honor this eldest brother." ”

One of the horse-faced jailers believed my nonsense, and didn't search any further, but just searched like a dragonfly and let me go.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the ancients didn't deceive me, and money can really make ghosts grind. Not to mention anything else, this ring cannot be lost no matter what, because not only is it contained almost all of my life-saving things, but also the lion spirit Xiaoxue and the sword spirit with the tip of the little sword are in it, how can it be lost? Of course, the most important thing is that Ao Jie, who is already dying, is also inside, if I let it be searched by the jailers, it will mean Ao Jie's death. Since that's the case, I don't mind killing on the spot, turning this little hell of shaving fat upside down for him, if I'm lucky enough to find a clever hand, even if it's Ao Jie and my creation, otherwise, it's the lives of our two brothers, no wonder others.

"Even if you kid can be a man, don't worry, I will cover you here, and you will at least suffer a lot less every day. But the piece of gold you just gave me can only buy you one day's peace, and as for tomorrow's routine, you have to find another way. ”

I roughly understood what he said, but I didn't understand what routine it was, but at this time, too much talk would be lost, so I just kept silent. But thanks to this horse-faced jailer's acquaintance, otherwise, everything I did before would have been useless.

After a while, I was led by the horse-faced jailer to the high wall behind me, and I don't know if it was the rules here, or because he had taken me a piece of gold, but he didn't put anything on me anyway, chains, handcuffs, or shackles or anything like that.

As the so-called Wangshan ran a dead horse, when I was in front, I felt that it was very close to this wall, but when you walked to his side, you realized that it was not close, and I walked with the horse-faced jailer for a long time before we walked in front of the big iron gate in the middle.

The tall figure of the horse-faced jailer, standing under the huge iron gate, even looked very small. He didn't know what he shouted at the top of the watchtower, maybe it was a secret word between them, and after a while, I heard a clang, a loud noise, if it was an ordinary person, I was afraid that my ears would be buzzing, but this horse-faced jailer was obviously used to it, so there was nothing abnormal.

This little sound was really too pediatric for me, but I was worried that he would be suspicious, so I covered my ears very cooperatively.

With that loud noise, the big iron door more than a foot thick babbled open, standing there and looking inside the door, it was even darker than the five fingers, and it was also unusually gloomy, although I was a master of art and bold, but my heart was still trembling reflexively.

"If you come here, you will be safe!" I muttered in my mouth, cheering myself up, I am afraid, I have already arrived here, I can't retreat, in that case, wouldn't everything I had done before become useless? The word "give up halfway" should never exist in my Li's dictionary.

What's more, I have never lost confidence in myself, and I believe that I will be able to find a mysterious seven-trick hand in two and a half days to heal Ao Jie's injury. No matter whether Ao Jie will repay his kindness, even if it is revenge, I will have no regrets.

So I didn't hesitate and took a big bowl and chopsticks made of something I don't know, anyway, it looked black and inconspicuous. When I got it in my hands, I just felt light, and I suddenly understood, it turned out that this was something made of black trees, no wonder it was so light.

The horse-faced jailer led me all the way forward, past the rows of cells, and at each passing I saw the windows crowded with prisoners, scrambling to look out, and no screams came out of it. But the little hell of fat scraping is quite worthy of its name, because I don't see a fat man here, all of them are dry, mostly skinny and bone-ty.

The horse-faced jailer took me straight into cell 39, took out the key, opened the strange iron lock, let me in, and quickly locked the door. Anyway, it was dark inside and outside the house, so my eyes didn't have to adjust to any light.

As soon as I entered the door, I looked back and forth, left and right, and saw that the cell was not too big, at best, it was more than 30 square meters. In the middle there is a stone platform more than one meter high, which runs from the door to the corner of the wall, just splitting the whole room into two large pieces, one left and one right. On the left, there is a stone cabinet in the aisle, with forty or fifty spaces, which should be a place to put dishes and chopsticks. And on the right is a wooden bunk, on which lies a long ghost in the shape of a child, no, not in shape*, but in the shape of a ghost, one by one, with a cloak of hair, skinny as wood, I roughly counted, to say less there are more than thirty.

When the horse-faced jailer opened the door just now, it seemed to shout, so when I walked in with a relaxed face, those skinny ghosts all stared at me in the head.

They are all prisoners, who is afraid of whom, they look at me, and I happen to look at them, and I will look for any of them, if there is the seven-trick hand I am looking for.

But after I looked around, I didn't find a fat man, according to Huang Fatman, he is the master of the Seven Clever Exquisite Hands is a fat man who can't be fat, so what will he become in the past few years after he enters the small hell of fat scraping?

I think that a person like Qiqiao Linglong, even if he has been here for several years, the kind of thing in his bones definitely still exists, after all, he came here on purpose, and a strange person like him must have his means of self-preservation. But after I looked around, I didn't develop the clever hand in my mind, because there is not a fat man here who doesn't say it, and all of them are dry, as miserable as they can be.