Playful and cute concubine

Chapter 403 Ghost Slave 3
This kind of slaves are not natives, they are tall and fit for hard work, often even a few Xiling people can't compare with a black man!
But the price of this kind of slaves from distant places is not cheap, and the common people just watch the fun, and they are often bought by official families to take care of their homes or serve as guards.

But the fate of these ghost slaves is often not very good...

If you do manual labor, you will often end up being exploited and skinny, working for a few or even a dozen people, and you will not be able to eat enough, and you will often die tragically within a few years.

And those who served as bodyguards and courtyard guards in the aristocratic clan ended up well.

Because it is like a rare thing, it is always used like a beast, and even does all kinds of dangerous things. She remembers that when she was young, she saw a young master of an official family leading a ghost slave to the street, letting him crawl into his crotch, riding a Be like a beast, and even laugh at whether its skin is darker if it is smoked and roasted.

The more extravagant the place, the more means of torturing people.

She doesn't like this kind of thing, but she seems to become numb after seeing too much.

There are too many tragic things in the world, and she is not Guanyin.

With her hands in her sleeves, she was posing like an uncle and aunt chatting her teeth, but her body was like a jade tree and her face was as jade-like. When she did this, it seemed a little bit of leisure.

Linglong cursed in her heart, God is really unfair, she is so good-looking that she looks good in everything!

Li Luo pursed her lips and smiled, standing beside her without speaking.

Wearing a big cashmere hat, double-breasted woolen jacket, and tied waist and legs, it is convenient to do things. Judging from his demeanor, he can tell that he is a team of merchants who often travel to various countries.

In the middle of the team were five black-skinned ghost slaves with iron chains around their necks. They were locked in a big iron cage like animals, three men and one woman.

It seems that he is only about 25 years old, and he is in the prime of life, suitable for work. Generally, ghost slaves of this age are better sold.

However, because ghost slaves have strange looks and burly bodies, it is generally difficult to identify their ages, and their actual age may be younger.

But this kind of slaves, generally women are not easy to sell, because they are not good-looking and not as strong as men... But...

Obviously Xilingmo was wrong...

"How much taels of silver is this black girl? Looks exciting!" A turbid and obscene voice giggled.

I saw a short man in his 50s or [-]s showing his yellow teeth, narrowing his eyes, and he walked up and down to the only dark-skinned burly woman in the iron cage as if looking at the goods.

His whole body is covered with silk and satin, and what hangs on his waist is even more shining gold-encrusted jade, which is either rich or expensive.

"Hey, isn't this Fugui Sun?"

"Last year he bought a black girl ghost slave back! A whole 1000 taels!"

"Since he bought it, why would he still buy it?"

There was a lot of discussion around, and the four people in the iron cage squatted in the corner of the cage, their eyes were either indifferent or angry, but also frightened and afraid.

"I heard that the ghost slave was played to death by him. That's a miserable situation. You don't know that the surnamed Sun is incapable of human affairs, so he is a little perverted in that respect!"

"I heard that when the black girl died, she was carried out without being able to see anyone! There is no good place on her body! There are burns, scalds, and poke marks all over her body. It's so miserable!"

There were chattering voices, some people sighed, but no one came forward to say anything. Maybe for everyone, ghost slaves are completely different from ordinary people?
A sneer flashed across Xiling Mo's eyes, but he didn't say a word.

However, the woman in the cage turned pale when she heard this, and one of the ghost slaves beside her stared fiercely at Sun Fugui!
"You son of a bitch, how dare you stare at me! I skinned you!" Sun Fugui kicked the iron cage!Kick the cage clang!
"Isn't this Master Sun?" A middle-aged man with a warm smile came out of the Emirates caravan. "Why are you angry with these bastards? Why don't you buy them all and teach them a lesson?"

(End of this chapter)