Quick Wear: Waiting for an Opportunity

Chapter 1507 The Exploiter of the Great Demon (30)

The dungeon doors slid open slowly, and with a "whoosh," the iron doors were opened. The head of the Mountain Ghost family, holding the young lady in his hand, walked slowly, kicking at his skirt as he entered the center of the dungeon.

The head of the Mountain Ghost family pointed to the end of the dungeon and spoke slowly and deliberately to Miss Biao.

The Great Demon said, "The person is in the last room at the end of the corridor. Go in and take a look. Actually, she has already received her due punishment. It's just that the bloodline of the Mountain Demon family arrived too quickly and protected her life."

After the head of the Mountain Ghost family finished speaking, several burly men, dirty and ragged, walked out of the last room at the end of the corridor. They were all beaming with smiles and looking very pleased with themselves. Their stubbled faces even had a blush that hadn't faded yet. The scene must have been quite passionate just a moment ago.

The men, reeking of sweat, slowly walked past Miss Biao, adjusting their clothes as they went, repeatedly tightening their belts in a lewd and smug manner.

Indeed, evil people will always be punished by evil people. Madam Hua has already received her punishment for her heinous acts, and this punishment is still being played out day and night.

Now, every day she is living out everything that happened before her death, just like the maid who was so devoted to protecting her mistress.

This was a problem that Miss Biao hadn't expected. She thought that the Mountain Ghost Clan Head had only restricted her freedom by keeping her there, but she hadn't expected that he would actually trap her in endless darkness and torture her relentlessly.

After all the filthy, smelly beggars and vagrants had left, and the stench of decay in the air had mostly dissipated, she finally decided to slowly lift her foot and walk towards the end of the corridor.

Her eyes, filled with hatred and hostility, and a chilling aura, slowly led her inside. The first person she saw near the cage wasn't as repulsive or hateful as she had imagined.

Madam Hua, her clothes disheveled, sat on the dry cattails on the ground, hugging her legs with both hands, resting her chin on her knees, her eyes vacant, her face full of terror, and her whole body trembling.

One can imagine that the head maid must have looked like this when she died!

Once, she was such a noble person, so shrewd and calculating, yet she pretended to be a delicate and innocent little white flower, nestled in the arms of the Mountain Ghost Clan Master. Now, she has fallen completely from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.

The stench of the dead rats in the stinking ditch of the underground passage, the life of the rats in the dark sewers—isn't that exactly what she's like now? It seems that Miss Biao felt relieved after seeing her like this. She wasn't living as well as she imagined!

The cold, hostile gaze of the young lady slowly softened, and she even began to feel sorry for her.

Miss Biao slowly calmed her resentful heart, reached out and gently pushed open the cell door, took a step, and slowly walked in. The stench and filth were unbearable; this was hardly the most basic treatment a mistress of a household should receive.

A hint of sarcasm played on her lips as she spoke softly and mockingly.

Mountain Spirit: "Hmm, so this is the living condition that the esteemed Mountain Spirit Clan Head and Madam should have?"