The dungeon's cafeteria is like a tomb.

Torches that have not been extinguished are embedded in the walls, and long tables and benches are neatly arranged in the catacombs.

Several prisoners sat in groups of three or five in various corners, lined up in front of the counter, and behind them were several bloated cooks with strange yellowed bandages.

Most of these guys in the queue and seats are clean, at least much better than black briquettes.

Later, Mu Su lined up in a line of four or five people, and most of the prisoners in front of him were tall and tall, and Mu Su had to tiptoe forward.

Moving forward a little, Mu Su saw that the strong man in front of him handed over the wooden card, and his plate was thrown into two steamed buns and chicken legs by the mummy chef.

Not bad.

Mu Sumo shook his hands, and after waiting for the strong man to leave, he rushed forward with interest and handed over the wooden card.

Smack-

When—

Black pasta like a lump of coal is thrown onto the plate, and a translucent, viscous liquid like snot is discharged into the plate.

Mu Su stared carefully at the plate, and then looked at the other strong man who was cooking next to him. He also has steamed buns and chicken thighs there.

He became mentally unbalanced, pointed to the next door and asked, "I need help?" (Why do they eat better than me?) ）

The fat mummy cook shuddered: "If you are the boss of the prisoners, you can too." ”

Mu Su was so frightened that he stuffed his fingers into his mouth: "I need help!?" (You understand!?) ）

The mummy chef didn't answer, and knocked on the counter impatiently: "Hurry up, there are still people to cook behind." ”

Mu Su picked up the plate that looked like someone had and blew his nose on it, and reluctantly walked away. walked not far away and suddenly woke up, no, there was no one behind him......

Mu Su angrily found an empty seat and threw it on the table, and then saw that the other prisoners were eating food and talking and laughing, and his heart became more and more unbalanced.

Do not suffer from few, but suffer from unevenness. You don't give it to me...... Then I'll grab it......

……

Mine Caves.

Perhaps at the end of their respective missions, some conversation began to ring out around them.

The moment he heard the voice, Xiao Cangshu stopped waving his pickaxe and pretended to rest to eavesdrop on the conversations of the prisoners around him.

Some fragmented messages are gradually collected and written down.

The first is the size of the dungeon. There are not only these prisoners here, but also three other areas. The dungeon is divided into four areas, the East Prison District, the West Prison District, the South Prison District, and the North Prison District.

This is the East Prison District. The official forces are the Warden, Deputy Warden, Captain, Squad Leader, and Jailer. These prisoners also had a class division, but it was more ambiguous. In addition to the regional bosses, there are only the leaders below, and the power gap is huge.

Having a few, a dozen cells is the leader, but he is the boss of the cell himself.

For example, the red ghost who disgraced Mu Su.

Among the most powerful leaders in the East Prison District is called Wrinkled Old, a title of an old man with a wrinkled face in his head after hearing it. This guy is in charge of more than twenty cells, and there are many small bosses who follow his orders. Except for the boss of the Shenlong in the East Prison District, he is the nominal leader here.

In addition to these messages, most of the rest are trifles and complaints.

What makes Xiao Cangshu strange is that after listening to so much dungeon news, the main quest has not been updated.

Perhaps there is still some key information missing? For example, who is the owner of this dungeon, and what did they get captured for......

Suddenly, a long horn echoed and circled in the mine.

When the three players panicked, a wave of frustration erupted around them.

After listening to the communication of the prisoners, they realized that it was not a sudden accident, but that there was still a time limit for mining, and they could only dig for an hour. After an hour, no matter how much was excavated, it had to be withdrawn from the mine.

Their faces changed, and each other's baskets were just half-full.

The prisoners left the mine one after another, and Xiao Cangshu threw a look at the other two and left the mine with their baskets.

The Red Snake Gang occupying the mine was nowhere to be seen, and they had already scraped together enough to go to the cafeteria. Three players emerge from the mine and follow the crowd to the location where the tools are returned.

They were surprised to see many prisoners handing over the coals in their baskets to each other.

This confusion continued until they returned the tools, and then received bad news.

Prisoners who dig less than baskets of coal are not eligible to eat.

Uncle Appendix had an idea and dumped all his coals on the little cangshu, and Oni Dance wanted to do the same, but the latter's basket was already full.

"Hmm."

Xiao Cangshu nodded to the two of them with a little emotion, handed over the pickaxe and basket, took a wooden sign, and walked out of the crowd to the cafeteria.

……

Almost no prisoners have ever seen the boss of the East Prison District, so the most powerful leader has been regarded as the boss by the East Prison District prisoners.

Mu Su didn't know anything about it, he just thought that this old man looked like a bully.

Mu Su calmly walked towards the old man and a few small leaders, and the latter who noticed his movements looked at them together.

"I need help."

Approaching, Mu Su said dryly. He ignored the prisoners around him, only stared at the old man, slowly stretched out his hands, pinched the warm bread on the plate in front of him, and tore it apart little by little.

The skin cracked, the fragrant smell came out, Mu Su took half of the bread and retracted his hand, leaving a black handprint on the remaining half of the plate.

The small leaders around him were motionless, already dumbfounded.

Mu Su felt that he respected the old and loved the young very much, and at least he left half of it for the old man. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed that there was a roast chicken on the plate.

Mu Su felt pity for a moment, and thought to himself that the dungeon manager is really not a thing, such an old person can still have a few teeth, isn't it embarrassing for him to give roast chicken! What to do if you choke!

Mu Su, who respected the old and loved the young, was worried, silently put half a piece of bread back, and felt that it was not good to put it again.

Laying out the bread covered with dirty handprints, he grabbed the roast chicken without hesitation in his eyes.

Boom!

A burly little boss finally came to his senses, slapped the table and shouted, "What are you doing!" ”

Mu Su's momentum was not weak at all: "I need help!" ”

The little boss who was about to make a move was choked speechless and unable to refute it.

The wrinkled boss's subordinates stood up one after another, looking unkind, and the subordinates of the leader gradually surrounded him.

The war was about to break out, and Mu Su was not afraid to go back with anger.

The person concerned just smiled lightly, asked them all to retreat, looked up at Mu Su and pointed at the roast chicken with interest and said, "This roast chicken is mine." ”

Mu Su stiffened his neck: "I need help!" ”

"I can help you, but why should I help you. Or rather, do you want this roast chicken...... What can you give? ”

Pay? There are no doors either!

Mu Su's eyes squinted to the side and pretended to be stupid and said, "I don't understand what this means." ”

Old Wrinkle motioned for the leaders to sit down, chuckled, and said, "In other words, roast chicken for you, what can you give me?" ”

"I need help!"