Yan Changshou was stunned for a moment, then a dangerous look appeared in his eyes.
"It seems Mr. Fang hasn't grasped the current situation yet. Very well, then I..."
"Who do you think you are, to expect me to understand the situation? You're nothing but a piece of trash who can't even maintain a human form."
You brought me here just for the Primal Mask, right?
"Sure, I'm easy to talk to. If you kneel down and beg me, kowtow three times, maybe I'll soften and give you the Primal Mask."
Fang Xiu said this.
These words stunned not only Yan Changshou, but also the real Wen Yang.
His expression changed drastically; he had already realized Fang Xiu's true purpose.
"Fang Xiu! You bastard! You tried to harm me with these methods! I'm going to kill you!!!" Wen Yang was furious, like a defeated dog that could only bark wildly.
Outside, Yan Changshou instantly flew into a rage, so angry that he couldn't even maintain his human form, and half of his body transformed into a bizarre shape.
"Hahaha..." He laughed angrily, "It's truly unbelievable that the renowned prophet Fang Xiu is such an arrogant person!"
You want me to kneel down and beg you? Your life is in my hands now, and you still dare to be so arrogant? You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!
As soon as he finished speaking, a scarlet tentacle shot out from Yan Changshou's body and pierced Wen Yang's left shoulder.
The excruciating pain was directly transmitted to Wen Yang's consciousness.
In the dream, Wen Yang screamed in agony.
"Ah!!! Fang Xiu, you bastard! How dare you frame me like this!"
outside world.
Fang Xiu stared expressionlessly at his pierced left shoulder, the mockery intensifying at the corner of his mouth: "That's it? You want the Primordial? Look in the mirror and see if you're worthy."
"You bastard!" Yan Changshou grew even more enraged: "Today I will make you wish you were dead!"
Dream.
Wen Yang looked at the furious Yan Changshou, his face filled with extreme terror.
"No, no, no!!! Captain Yan! It's me! No!"
Whoosh whoosh!
Several tentacles shot out from Yan Changshou's body and landed on Fang Xiu.
The tentacles were like tiny knives, constantly cutting and ravaging Fang Xiu's body, wreaking havoc in his flesh.
In just a moment, Fang Xiu became a blood-soaked figure, with countless pieces of flesh exposed, and even his white bones were visible.
Surprisingly, Fang Xiu's face showed no pain, only mockery.
He kept shouting, "If you're not full, you can eat some more. The night is long, I'll wait for you here."
Yan Changshou was so angry that he was about to lose his mind.
He had tormented many people, but this was the first time he had encountered someone like "Fang Xiu".
If you didn't see the visuals and only heard the voice, you might think that "Fang Xiu" was the one who carried out the execution.
Arrogant! Absolutely outrageously arrogant!
From the moment he entered until now, covered in wounds, he has become increasingly arrogant, showing no concern whatsoever about his broken body, as if it were not his own body at all.
Yan Changshou continued to torment Fang Xiu.
Wen Yang screamed in agony, his consciousness twisting from the pain. Looking at his mangled body, he was on the verge of collapse.
Even if he manages to regain his body in the future, it will be completely crippled.
After a long while.
Yan Changshou had stopped because he dared not torture Fang Xiu any longer. The wounds on Fang Xiu's body were too shocking, and he was afraid that if he continued to torture him, he would die.
However, Fang Xiu continues to clamor.
"No way, no way, that's it? Captain Yan, one of the five captains of the headquarters, is already no good?"
No wonder you couldn't become the captain-in-chief. You transformed into a monster to gain power, but you're still such a useless piece of trash.
A cold smile flashed across Yan Changshou's face.
"Fang Xiu, you don't need to act anymore. I already know your purpose. You want to use this method to seek death, right? That way I won't be able to get the Original Mask. Heh, you'll soon find out that all the torment you've suffered was for nothing."
Come out and take control of his body.
At Yan Changshou's command, a pale white skull appeared in the corner, with countless translucent tentacles attached to it.
It floated in mid-air, then slowly flew towards "Fang Xiu", and finally landed on top of him.
The tentacles kept moving and burrowing into Fang Xiu's body, but miraculously, there were no wounds on Fang Xiu's body caused by the tentacles burrowing in.
It was as if it had merged into something out of thin air.
The next second, the false personality was strangely controlled and began to take the original mask.
Upon seeing this, Yan Changshou's eyes flashed with excitement, and he unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth with his snake-like tongue.
Then.......
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The smile on Yan Changshou's face gradually disappeared, replaced by irritability and rage.
"Where's the Original Mask?!"
The angry roar almost blew the roof off.
The skull slowly and eerily left Fang Xiu's body, and the false personality regained control.
A look of disdainful mockery resurfaced.
"Mask? What mask? Oh, I remember now, I think I forgot to bring it. As for where I forgot it, why don't you kneel down and beg me, maybe then I'll remember."
"You! Are you looking for death!!!"
Yan Changshou completely lost his mind. When had he ever been subjected to such a long period of ridicule, given his usual high and mighty demeanor?
"You think you're tough? Well, I'll see just how tough you are today. I'll take you to the torture chamber, where I have hundreds of instruments of torture in my collection. I'll use them on you one by one today!"
In a dream.
Wen Yang's terrified expression was beyond words; he was on the verge of madness.
"No, no, no! Captain Yan, please don't! I'm not Fang Xiu, I'm Wen Yang!!"
His pleas were completely in vain. On the contrary, Fang Xiu, even after being taken to the execution chamber, remained arrogant.
He glanced disdainfully at the dazzling array of torture instruments, and sneered, "You dare to treasure these pieces of scrap metal?"
"That tiger chair looks pretty good, I'll try it out first."
Fang Xiu even started selecting instruments of torture.
"No! Please! Fang Xiu, I beg you, please don't let him speak anymore."
Soon, Wen Yang's shrill screams echoed in the dream.
However, his screams, once transmitted, became the shouts of "Fang Xiu".
The real Fang Xiu quietly left.
Consciousness returns to its original state through dreams.
It wasn't that he didn't want to continue controlling him, but rather that Wen Yang's body had been tortured too much, causing a stress reaction and frequent fainting spells, so he left.
(late)
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