I am a pig in the beastly world, rough men are competing to be beastly husbands

The guarding on the second floor is obviously much stricter than that on the first floor.

At the very least, the guard looked to be a mid-level warrior.

They carefully checked the food barrels brought by He Fuxi and the other man, and only let them go after confirming that they were not carrying any weapons and there were no harmful odors.

When the two men walked in, the jailer just came out escorting a bait.

The fighting bait was majestic, as if it was a tiger. Even when it was being pressed down, it still held its head high and chest out, as if it was a king ruling the world.

He Fuxi and Ling Ling both showed regretful looks.

But when they approached the prison cave, they began to doubt their own eyes:

Why is that tiger tribe here again?

Seven or eight slaves struggled to pin the orc with the same tiger stripes to the ground.

"Don't be impulsive! He took the initiative to apply to be the bait for you. If you anger the jailer, his efforts will be in vain!"

The young tiger kept struggling, his face red with anger:

"Should I let my brother be torn in half by a wild beast instead of me?!"

"There is no other way. We are slaves after all!" said the other orcs sadly.

It turns out they are twins.

He Fuxi understood.

The layout of the second floor was similar to that of the first, but the jailers were much more vigilant and were even unwilling to talk to them while they were eating.

The first level method is no longer applicable.

After a while, when they were halfway through their meal, the jailer who was escorting the bait came back.

"unlucky!"

He covered his face with his hands, looking angry.

"This brat really won't die! His lower body was bitten off, but his upper body was still struggling to escape. The third princess happened to be sitting there, and blood splashed all over her head and face! The princess was so angry that she left immediately, and the host beheaded him on the spot, and also gave me a good beating!"

Then he threw down a pack of animal skins:

"Just look at this, you bastards! This is what will happen to you if you don't obey me in the future!"

The bundle fell at the entrance of the prison cave, bones and flesh were scattered on the ground, and a head rolled out.

It was still that imposing face, even though it was covered in blood, it was still proud and beautiful.

Tiger Clan's face.

"what!"

A hysterical cry was heard from the prison cave.

The young Tiger Brother rushed out, clinging to the railing tightly, staring at the beautiful head on the ground, heartbroken.

"Come back quickly..."

The other slaves thought that this was not good and tried their best to pull him back.

But it's too late.

The jailer looked up and saw a face exactly like the one who started it all, and he couldn't help but feel hatred in his heart.

"Oh wow, I forgot that this guy has a twin brother."

He gritted his teeth:

"This face is so unpleasant to look at! That kid was lucky to die early, otherwise I would have made him live a life worse than death! Since my brother is dead, you, as his younger brother, should pay for my anger!"

After saying that, he strode to the prison cell and opened the door with a clang.

Brother Tiger clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and he was determined to fight his enemy to the death.

The slaves naturally tried their best to stop him:

Young man, you are so confused!

How can I have the right to act impulsively when I am in the Soul Prison?

His brother sacrificed his life to keep him alive. If he offended the jailer now, it would give the jailer a reason to kill him.

Then my brother’s death would be in vain!

Although, they also don't know when this miserable life will end.

But they always believed in waiting for opportunities.

As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood!

The result of desperately trying to stop him was that Tiger Brother was exposed to the jailer without any defense.

The jailer was violent and threw a stone at him.

"grown ups!"

A crisp sound and a wonderful sweetness suddenly attacked his brain.

His hands paused, and a stone fell to the ground at his feet with a thud.

A little bear smiled:

"I almost forgot to tell you all that I got some rare nectar from the south today, so I specially hid some to sweeten your mouths."

Nectar from the south?

All the bears who smelled it couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

The escorting jailer could no longer stand and turned around to go to the dining area.

A huge piece of golden and yellow honey attracted their attention.

Bears love to eat honey.

Logically speaking, they have eaten a lot of honey, so they shouldn't be so greedy.

However, this was the first time they had seen honey that was so fragrant, sweet, and had such an intoxicating aroma!

"This... this smells so good..."

The jailers' eyes were a little dazed and their saliva was all over the floor.

He Fuxi lowered his voice:

"Sir, this nectar is hard to come by. It is unique in the tribe and other warriors do not have it. I admire your might and I see that you are working hard to perform your duties, so I specially leave it for you. This is just enough for you to have a midnight snack. Those over there..."

She raised her chin towards the guard standing far outside.

"But it's gone."

This greatly pleased the jailers.

In fact, guards and jailers are also different.

Guards are considered escorts. Usually they are only responsible for standing guard and patrolling. They have a leisurely and prestigious job.

But although the jailers are also warriors, they have to manage the prisoners' eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, and also clean up the mess in the prisoners' hands, just like old housewives.

In the eyes of others, they were just a little worse than the guards.

They have been unhappy about this for a long time.

They are all warriors, why do they work harder and harder, but still get suppressed by others?

"You are a thoughtful person." The second warden nodded to He Fuxi.

A group of jailers found an excuse to persuade the guards to leave, and then they licked their lips, preparing to have a big meal later.

Seeing that it was almost done, He Fuxi smiled and took his leave, and went to the third floor with Ling Ling, carrying the food bucket.

When I passed the prison cave again, Brother Hu was still kneeling on the railing, tears in his eyes and a dead look on his face.

As they passed each other, He Fuxi whispered a few words.

There was suddenly a glimmer of light in Hu Di's eyes.

"Ming...time?"

Lingling looked back twice with some concern.

"Just left like that? We haven't even unlocked the door for them yet?"

"No need." He Fuxi said.

"I have already taught the young man from the tiger tribe that when the jailers get drunk tonight, he only needs to instigate them a little to lure them into opening the door and entering the cave. With his ability, it will not be a problem for him to kill a drunkard and obtain the keys to other prison caves."

"Drunk?" Ling Ling widened his eyes.

Why are you drunk?

He Fuxi explained in a low voice:

"I give them nectar from the southern palm trees. They make them drunk if they eat it."

The palm nectar, which she bought from the store, contained naturally occurring alcohol.

She also specially poured a few cans of honey and Erguotou into it, which was enough to defeat those bear men.

Talking and walking, they soon arrived at the third floor.

Compared with the second floor, the third floor is more heavily guarded.

There can be up to four guards at the door, who not only check the food barrels but also the bear's body.

"What's going on? I smell a cow. And the other one is...is it a pig?"

The guard bear flared his nostrils and showed his claws.

He Fuxi took out a piece of pork without any hurry.

"Is that what you are talking about? My elder brother is in the army. He has been fighting against the pig tribe recently and has killed many pigs. If you want to have a taste, I will give it to you."

Lingling also took out beef:

"I think the dead bull thrown out of the Colosseum is relatively fresh..."

"Ugh!" The guard waved his hands repeatedly, with a look of disgust on his face: "What a filthy thing! You're eating the corpses of orcs. Don't you have any food in the tribe?"

"Hurry up!" He wanted them to leave quickly: "It smells terrible, hurry up..."

Just as they were about to raise their feet, a voice stopped them:

"and many more!"

Another guard came over, sniffing and looking unfriendly.

"Something's wrong, I smell a..."