I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating - Chapter 172

Why was Mister Long here?

Mu Wanwan looked at the youth locked in the cage and felt a piercing pain in her chest.

He should be carefree and domineering, killing enemies left and right.

Her gaze fell on Mister Long’s ankle exposed outside his pants. Mu Wanwan felt both bitter and uncomfortable. She had thought that this dragon had finally changed into a new set of clothes, but now, it seemed like he had been wearing them for a long time without money to buy new ones.

Perhaps being able to freely pass through the heavy shackles was the best thing about being in this memory. By the time Mu Wanwan came to her senses, she had already passed through the cage and arrived by Little Mister Long’s side.

As she drew near, she could see his injuries more clearly. His black clothes were stained with dried blood, maintaining a neat appearance.

His horns and ears were retracted, and the tip of his tail was no longer exposed as it was in childhood. He was no longer a little dragon and could transform into human form quite well.

“Tie, why is that big brother being kept alone there?” Perhaps believing in Tie’s words, Ling had regained some vitality. In addition, there were no other slave cages around them, only the one containing Mister Long, so Ling was a bit curious.

Since it was a game, wouldn’t it be more fun if everyone played together?

“Ah, maybe because he prefers to be alone.” Tie rubbed his sister’s head, found a place near the elven woman but kept a distance from the others, and sat down.

Perhaps the sight of the still somewhat lively dwarf siblings made the elven woman also regain some vitality. She looked at Mister Long, and with an indescribable fear and unclear gratitude in her eyes, she said in a low voice, “That’s a container, it’s very terrifying.”

Her voice was low, but Mu Wanwan heard it all.

Container?

What container, and why was it so terrifying? Countless thoughts raced through her mind as her eyes narrowed slightly. Then, she saw the half-grown Mister Long move——

Perhaps because of maintaining the same posture for a long time, he was a bit tired. His blood-stained palm tightly grasped the edge of the cage as he slowly stood up.

He was already a bit taller than Mu Wanwan, and the black clothes clung to his body. When he bent his back, you could see his protruding scapula bones due to malnutrition, as fragile as the two locks of hair hanging by his temples.

“Ah!” Seeing him stand up, the several originally dazed prisoners on the opposite side showed expressions of fear, as if he were some terrifying demon.

“Monster, monster.” A person who was on the verge of losing his sanity murmured with a contorted expression on his face, “A monster that absorbs demonic energy!”

Why were they calling him a monster? Why were they looking at him with such eyes? Mu Wanwan couldn’t understand. She looked at Little Mister Long’s cold and expressionless face and felt a pain as if countless needles were piercing her heart.

She slowly reached out her hand towards him, overlapping her hand with his on the railing. The palm was cold, sticky, and icy.

“Mister Long.” Mu Wanwan called him gently but only received a cold and gloomy gaze. His eyes were pitch black, devoid of any emotions.

As the sky gradually darkened, the atmosphere in the valley became more eerie. With the disappearance of sunlight, the several human cultivators who had already lost their wits had now completely broken down, crying loudly.

Mu Wanwan sat beside Little Mister Long, watching the light in his eyes gradually dimming as the daylight faded away.

“Hehehehe, who shall we eat tonight?” A gust of foul wind blew by, and behind the sinister man who captured Tie and his sister during the day, several other men followed, assessing the captive human cultivators in the cages.

“Third Brother, you’ve eaten all the people, leave two for us.” Fourth Brother smiled, “I forgot to tell you earlier, that elf can’t move. I’m waiting to give her to Fifth Sister on her birthday in a few days.”

“Fourth Brother, you’re really talkative.” Second Brother punched him, “I don’t want to eat that ugly dwarf. And Eldest Brother said that the bastard dragon is a container. That damned thing wastes so many demonic cores every day. There’s so little to eat and we still have to share, tsk.”

Second Brother’s gaze swept over the trembling human cultivators and casually pointed at a male cultivator, “Him, he has more meat.”

“No, don’t eat me!” The male cultivator’s face twisted, hiding behind a female cultivator, “E-eat my Junior Sister. Her meat is more tender than mine. My talent is weak, you won’t gain any benefits by eating me!”

He pulled a numb female cultivator beside him roughly to the front, completely forgetting how deeply he had confessed to her before going on the sect mission.

“Hehehehe.” Third Brother was not surprised by this. He had seen this scene many times with human beings, and every time it brought him joy. For these demonic birds, humans were nothing more than food, and watching their food struggle before dying was a pleasure.

However, this woman had already mentally broken down, there was not much meaning in making them play the game of inflicting mutual harm.

“Eat him, eat that container! He’s a dragon, his meat must be delicious. Please, don’t eat me, don’t eat me, I want to live!”

The second brother, obviously impatient with hunger, opened the iron door and dragged the man who wet his pants with fear.

Ling felt that something was wrong. The dwarf girl tightly grabbed her brother’s sleeve.

Mu Wanwan watched everything before her eyes, listening to the brief mentions about demonic cores and containers and watching the man who betrayed his companion just to live another day. Her limbs felt weak.

But those people did not plan to clean the man before eating him. Instead, they transformed into enormous demonic birds right in front of the terrified captives.

“Ah——!!”

Screams echoed, and the ground was stained with large patches of blood, soaking the soil. The crunching sound of bones being chewed could be clearly heard.

Feeling nauseated, Mu Wanwan instinctively wanted to grab onto the sleeves of Mister Long beside her, but her hand passed through his thin body.

Everything was blood-red; she saw the stunned and dazed expressions of Tie and his sister.

The female cultivator remained blank, while the elf revealed a smile, perhaps relieved to have escaped this ordeal.

After feasting on the man, the three giant birds were still not satisfied. They ruthlessly bit into the cage where Mister Long was confined with their huge mouths that stank of blood.

Blood and saliva dripped down, creating a horrifying scene. The terrible stench and the eager roars made Mu Wanwan unable to keep from dry retching.

Even though she was only there as a spiritual entity, her discomfort was no less real. However, she couldn’t vomit anything.

All of this felt like a nightmare.

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