Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

The system not only taunted, but also gave Ling Huang an OOC punishment for breaking the original owner's settings, 15 seconds of heart-burning.

Ling Huang endured the pain without saying a word. He was tired and hungry, and he was exhausted and sleepy after sweating profusely.

Although there was stagnant water in the pit and it was very damp, but fortunately it was not cold. He sat on the stone leaning against the wall and fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up, Ling Huang was not only hungry, but also smoked from his thirsty throat. When he moved a little, he found himself kneeling on the ground with his hands tied behind his back.

Someone whispered in his ear, Ling Huang took a few deep breaths to regain his composure.

The speaking voice gradually became clearer, and he could recognize that it wasn't someone whispering in his ear, but someone who was shouting with a loudspeaker.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, carefully feeling the paste on his face, he should be covered by some kind of textile.

"This is our next auction item," said the distorted male voice from the loudspeaker, "The well-known survivor who is cunning like a rabbit and can't be caught by anyone, is known as Ling Huang, Ling Paopao!"

Ling run?Ling Huang rolled his eyes.

The cover on his head was ripped off by someone, and Ling Huang, who was suddenly lit up, tightly closed his eyes.

"Oh~~" I heard voices exclaiming one after another not far in front of me.

"He is Ling Huang? Is he so beautiful?" Someone asked loudly.

"Hehe." The man in the loudspeaker replied, "How can he be auctioned if he's not pretty? Has anyone of you seen him before? Identify it yourself."

"It's him! I've seen him! He stole my can!" A man nearby yelled, "He lied to me that he would find someone for me, shit!"

Ling Huang bowed his head and continued to close his eyes to adapt to the light. After looking through the information, he found that there were too many incidents of the original owner stealing and cheating, and he didn't know who the person who just shouted was.

But there are some introductions to this kind of auction in the information.

To put it simply, it is a fun activity organized by the largest black market chamber of commerce in this isolated city for those who have benefited from the war and are extremely bored.

Those who can be auctioned are usually beautiful girls with no background, or expensive pets. If there are no such goods, they will go to auction some antiques and famous paintings.

"I'll order ten bottles of aspirin!" The man who was cheated by the original owner just now gritted his teeth and said, "I want this man, and I will torture him to death when I go back!"

"Hey, wouldn't it be a waste of money to bring such a beauty back home to torture?" Another man laughed and said loudly: "Thirty bottles of aspirin, the girl got tired of playing with it recently, and it's time for a change.

"A Barrett M82A1, I also want to change the taste." Another man said.

"Wow, don't bring such a high price, go directly to the spy? Okay, then I will add one!" Someone said again, "Can't he run? It is much more useful to transport supplies than a dog after training."

"So I also need someone who can help me deliver the goods, I'll add Barrett!"

"What the fuck?"

"Why not, free time, how interesting this is, hahaha!"

Ling Huang felt that his eyes were not hurting so much, so he slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

He was kneeling on a stage, and the people who were constantly raising their hands to bid were sitting on small round tables under the stage. The stage was bright, and there was only a small lamp on the round table, so he couldn't see clearly the faces of these people. look.

It may be that Ling Huang's entire back was numb after being tied up for a long time.

He got up on his knees and tried to change his position, but this action squeezed something out of his pants pocket.

The bottle rolled forward for a while and reached the feet of the man in black with the trumpet. The man bent down to pick it up and looked at the bottle.

"Haloperidol?" The horn in the man's other hand never left his mouth, and his voice spread out, "Your cuties are quite delicate, and you know how to take care of your mental state."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and soon, a person stood up at the table where Ling Huang could see. trumpet in front of the person.