Book 3: Chapter 66: Slave Tube

Book 3: Chapter 66: Slave Tube

As I stared at the giant corpses face, I found that the other two faces on the side of its head were all withered now, just like apples that had been left out for many days. It also looked like the giant corpses neck had been broken.

The corpse was completely dead now and I could see a trace of Fatty's face peeking out from the funerary objects beneath its bodyit was only at this time that I realized that there were a lot of copper coins here.

I knew Fatty all too well, so I knew that it was his face as soon as I saw it. He appeared to be hiding under the giant corpse for some reason.

I didn't bother responding to him since I was feeling a mix of anger and relief when I saw that he wasn't dead. Instead, I looked up at the hole in the coffin wall and found that the strange face formed by that black person was still there. At this time, it remained there completely motionless. It seemed that because the giant corpse was motionless, this black person was also remaining motionless.

But that motionless face was even more frightening.

"Don't worry, Fatty whispered to me. They won't come in. As long as theres nothing wrong with this giant corpse, they wont come in."

"What's the matter with you? What are you doing lying down there? What about Little Brother?" I asked him.

"Little Brother is under you," Fatty said.(1)Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

I hummed and felt around for a moment. Sure enough, there seemed to be something under the copper coins beneath my body.

"Sorry," I whispered to the copper coins under my body.

This wasnt a joke; he knew that my mood would be very complicated.

There was a black male slave on the lacquer paintings. He was surrounded by scholars who were using a tool to remove all of his bones. Once that was done, they smashed his skull to pieces.

But the man didnt die.

Instead, he became a mollusk-like thing. I didnt know what kind of technique they used to keep him from dying, but with the exception of his spine, all of the bones used to support the shape of his body were basically broken. Some were taken out while some were still left in his body.

Once the whole process was done, they put the slave into a bamboo tube until even his whole face was distorted.

It was obvious from the paintings that the slave was in extreme pain.

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TN Notes:

(1) ( ) *cue perverted old man smirk*

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Sorry, this is it for tonight. I thought I could get the next chapter out but I spent like an hour researching the chapter title and now I'm over it. Til next time~