The saint shop is located in the most central position of Tongguan, sitting north and facing south.

It is connected to the mountains north of Tongguan to the north, and to the south is a semicircular building.

The building is divided into two floors, the upper floor resembles a castle tower, only a circle of half-human high walls, no roof, and the stairs up and down the city wall are at the east and west ends of the building.

The lower floor is closed, with three doors on the south side, the exit in the middle, the entrance on both sides, the entrance on the east side to the lobby, and the west side to the private room.

Today is not an ordinary day, the four of Bianliang saw a terrible scene from afar, there was a long queue at the entrance to the right of the saint's shop, and the line was hundreds of feet, all women, up to the gray-haired old lady, and the small one was wearing open crotch pants.

"That's an exaggeration." Bian Liang exclaimed that in his previous life, he had also heard about fans chasing stars, but such a formation was unheard of.

Looking at the progress of this queue, it took half a day to release one person, and it is estimated that half of the people in the queue could not enter until night.

"Boss, what should I do?" He asked, he didn't want to come and line up with great interest, and if he had this kung fu, he might as well tattoo a frog.

The proprietress said, "What's the hurry, you'll know when you get to the door." ”

The four of them walked over, and Xue Mulan suddenly found that the carriage that passed by her when entering the city was parked at the door in the middle.

She sniffed hard a few times, but she didn't smell the smell of her aunt's sachet, wasn't it the same carriage?

When he arrived at the door, Bian Liang was about to ask the proprietress when a guy hurriedly ran out of the door, nodded and said, "Four masters, go upstairs or the hall." ”

That guy is the head of the saint's shop, surnamed Gong, since the news shop released a notice that Chen Million was coming a few days ago, he guessed that the guests in the box area would be full today, because Young Master Chen ordered a box there, so he sent all the guys to the box area, and he was the only one who could welcome guests here at this time, but fortunately, there were not many people coming to the east hall today.

Bianliang asked, "What's the difference?" ”

The palace manager said, "It's twenty dollars to go upstairs, no buddies, no special services; The hall is a hundred cents, there are guys, and all kinds of services are available. ”

Various services? Bianliang's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Hall." "It's not spending his money anyway.

The proprietress paid the money herself, and Bian Liang and Xue Mulan paid the bills for the soul chaser, but the soul chaser didn't go in, he didn't like to join in the fun, and he was usually thrifty, so he waited at the exit in the middle, close to the position of the carriage.

The palace manager welcomed the three of them very enthusiastically, and at this time, there were many people in the hall coaxing, which was very lively.

In front of the hall is a large square prison, backed by a hill and surrounded by walls on both sides, and the connection between the prison and the hall is separated by finger-thick iron bars to prevent people from entering and leaving the prison.

The width of the hall was only one-third the width of the prison, and the other two-thirds was separated by a blue curtain on the other side of the box area.

"The environment is okay." Bian Liang looked around, but when his eyes fell on the prison, his face changed a lot.

It was a terrible place, dozens of prisoners sitting and lying there, shirtless, with all sorts of dirt on their faces and bodies, eggs, mud, and even phlegm.

Eggs were thrown out from time to time in the crowd of onlookers, poor prisoners, their hands and feet had been broken, there was no room to dodge, most of them were used to this kind of abuse, numbly let the eggs fall on their bodies, and a few of them were still ashamed, they tried to swing their shoulders and heads to avoid the eggs, but unfortunately, they could not dodge much, occasionally dodged once or twice, and then attracted the angry scolding of the throwers, and more and more dense eggs.

Heroes shed blood without tears, and the prisoners who are locked up here are not heroes, but saints, saints on high, who were either once part of the most elite army of saints in the country, and are revered by all the people; Either it is a court official who garrisons a city and commands thousands of troops; Between their gestures, they have the power of ten thousand catties; They are invulnerable, invulnerable; They were supposed to be like saviors, living in endless adoration.

But now, it is this group of people who worship the saints while bullying the saints who are locked up here, how ironic it is!

A saint will not be beaten by mortals, but a saint will also shed tears.

There were tears in the eyes of several saints, and the men did not flick their tears because they were not sad. However, in this world where the weak eat the strong, tears are the most worthless thing, people will only respect the saints outside the shop, and will never sympathize with the saints who shed tears in the shop, they not only do not sympathize, but are more excited.

"Look, look, the saint is crying, the saint is crying." Someone shouted excitedly.

"Where, where? I can't see. "Someone is looking.

"Hey, cry louder, I can't hear you." Someone was heckling.

For the saints in the shop, this is a place of entertainment and slaughter, and the sad thing is that they are oppressed, but there are more oppressed people, and there will always be voices of resistance. Finally, a saint shouted in prison, "Don't go too far! When I get out, I want you to look good, and I'll remember you, trash! "It's a pity that his resistance is limited to his mouth, and only to his mouth.

The crowd of onlookers was silent for a while, as if they were shocked by him, but not long after, an egg was thrown out of the crowd, "Saint, I am so afraid. The man scoffed.

So the eggs fell on the head of the saint like a plague of locusts, and all kinds of ridicule followed:

Come on, come on, I'm waiting for you.

My grandson is still hard-mouthed, looking at me ten eggs.

I'll have to throw away a little more to keep you in your memory, lest you fail to remember me.

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However, what is even more terrifying is that someone directly unbuttoned his crotch in the hall and shouted, "You are all in, and you still want to go out, daydreaming, Lao Tzu will wake you up with a soak of urine." ”

Haha, haha, someone laughs.

"It's disgusting."

"It's so smelly, no one cares,"

Most of the women in the box on the west side were women, and they were all going to Chen Million, most of them were more gentle, and the actions here were obscene, and they immediately protested.

Bian Liang looked very angry, he pulled the collar of the palace manager, "Is there such a bully?" Don't you all care? ”

The palace manager has long been accustomed to this kind of scene, he handed over a list of services and said, "Master, the guests are in charge, we are naturally in charge, the guests spend money to buy services, we can only do things according to the rules." ”

Locked inside, where are still people, I'm afraid it's not as good as animals, who cares about the life and death of animals? As shop managers, they will only think about how to develop more channels to make money, not the feelings of prisoners.

Bian Liang took the list and looked at it one by one:

Thirty pieces of eggs are thrown. Eggs are provided by the shop in groups of five.

Throw the mud fifty wen, the mud is your own, and the size cannot exceed the fist.

Spit eighty words.

Pee 500 wen.

Pull out your nails three or two. (Note 4, one tael of silver is equal to one thousand dollars)

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This is hell on earth, only those who go to hell will be tortured like this, and only the most perverted demons can come up with such inhuman service, and saints, once here, are no different from going to hell.

It is said that on the road to hell, there are countless souls who can't stand the torture and scream bitterly, scaring those who have just gone to hell. And in fact, after staying in this human purgatory for a long time, I won't call it anymore.

"It's just newcomers." Looking at Bianliang's angry face, the palace supervisor explained, "Master, you are a good person, but there is no way to do this, just like the new girl from Yueyage, there is such a process, and you get used to it when you scream." ”

Bianliang said, "It's different, they're men!" "At all times, women are a vulnerable group, and the vulnerable group is bullied, as if everyone is used to it, and men are bullied, especially bloody men, which makes people very uncomfortable, and they can be killed, not humiliated.

The palace supervisor said, "When you go to the lowest place, men and women are the same, how can anyone still treat them as human beings, you look at those old prisoners, you look at the one in the east, enjoy it, and lick the eggs with your tongue." ”

Bian Liang looked over and saw the old man pointed out by the palace director, he looked indifferent, in fact, he was numb to the extreme, and his dignity was not as delicious as the eggs on his face.

Crazy, all crazy, all the people in this prison are crazy, most of them are numb, and the filth that is flying in the sky is all used as air.

And the only saint who screamed, screaming in endless humiliation, finally, surrounded by eggs, he couldn't hold on, he couldn't bear it anymore, his dignity was ruthlessly shattered, and at the same time, his sense of resistance and confidence were shattered, and he finally fell to the ground and passed out.

The body of a saint is extremely strong, but the heart of a saint is as fragile as ordinary people, if the heart is broken, how can a person not fall!

The applause around them reached its peak at this time, as if they had finally conquered a saint, a saint like Shui Yifan, the city lord of Tongguan City, who they usually didn't even dare to look at, this feeling made them crazy.

If Shui Yifan knew that the people here thought so, it was estimated that he would break these people into pieces.