Chapter 616 Masked He came, but he was late? ! !
“Puff!”
“Ugh—!!!”
The sound of flesh tearing and a shrill, distorted howl rang out at the same time.
Then, the tall old man's five fingers were like hooks, piercing into the special envoy's shoulders like scratching butter.
The sharp nails easily pierced through the skin and directly hooked onto the shoulder blade inside.
Then he suddenly closed his knuckles, pulled them inward, and lifted them up.
“Click, click.”
There were series of teeth-grinding bone-breaking sounds, and the special envoy's entire arm was twisted into a strange angle, twisted counterclockwise three times like wringing a wet cloth, with bone fragments bursting out at the joints.
“Ah ...
The special envoy howled miserably, his eyeballs bulged with bloodshot and almost bursting from their sockets.
The entire left arm presented a grotesque curve that violated the human body structure. The white bone fragments pierced the flesh, and the broken tendons twitched and curled, and every tremor brought out gurgling blood.
And this horrific torture has not stopped, it has just begun.
Imagine how painful it would be if this happened to you.
“Huh…Huh…”
The special envoy's screams had turned into the sound of a broken bellows, and the severe pain hit his brain like a tsunami.
The tall old man leaned close to the distorted face of the special envoy, and the breath he exhaled had a fishy smell:
"Before we came here, we also conducted a special investigation, retrieved the case records of the police station, and carefully studied the shapes and pictures of the bodies of people killed by [Mask]."
He admired the special envoy's deformed shoulders as if he were appreciating a work of art.
"Master Kuang Yan, do you think that the shape of your arm is similar to mine?"
The eyes are amplifiers of the senses, especially the sense of pain.
This is why the patient's eyes have to be blindfolded after anesthesia is given during tooth extraction.
The specific number of times to magnify it depends on the impact of the visual effect.
At this moment, the special envoy's wide-open eyes reflected his own limbs being torn inch by inch.
Every broken tendon and every rolled piece of flesh turned into a thousand times more severe pain on the retina.
He had created similar bloody scenes many times before. At that time, he felt that blood was the most moving color in the world. In his eyes, that scarlet color was better than all the cinnabar and color in the world.
But at this moment, he just felt that blood was the most disgusting color in the world, and the sight of it made him nauseous.
What was even more terrifying was that the photos of the crime scenes that Feng Ju had shown him flashed through his mind uncontrollably like a kaleidoscope.
The bodies killed by [Mask] in the photos, with their limbs twisted by dislocated joints and muscle textures carefully peeled off like works of art, all have an inhuman and eerie beauty.
Just like my arm right now...exactly the same.
picture!
Isn’t it similar?
It cannot be said to be genuine, it is exactly the same.
It was obvious that the other party was not only torturing himself, but also imitating [Mask]'s "murder signature".
He suddenly raised his head, and his bloodshot and tearful eyes stared at the tall old man's face, but he didn't know how to answer the other party's soul-searching question.
Answer like?
Wouldn't that be admitting that the other party's imitation was very lifelike, allowing the other party to feel free to kill you and put the blame on [Mask]!
The answer is not like?
The other party may strive for perfection and torture himself more diligently!
Who will teach me? ! Who will save me? !
However, whether it looks like it or not is not the most fatal question. The most fatal question is whether he is willing to completely confess the whereabouts of the parchment scroll?
The other party is already shaping a "death image" for himself. This is not a simple torture, but a death notice!
If he didn't confess now, he would almost certainly die. The other party had obviously lost his patience.
But if I confess... my value will only be to disguise myself as a corpse, and I will have no way of escaping death!
what to do?
How should I answer this question? Can anyone teach me?
The special envoy really, really, really didn't want to die. He was of noble and sacred bloodline, and endless wealth, power and status should be waiting for him in the future.
How could he allow himself to die in this dirty, smelly, dark sewer? !
Really, please, someone come and save me!
The special envoy screamed wildly in his heart, every cell in his body was screaming for life:
“Please… someone come… someone come and save me!!
No matter who it is, no matter what the cost, as long as you save me, save me... I am willing to do anything... work like a slave, give up everything... Please... Please!"
An unprecedented devout prayer surged in his heart!
If anyone can save him now, he will regard the other person as his faith for the rest of his life, he swears!!!
The tall old man looked at the special envoy, tears streaming down his face and his whole body convulsing. He could only howl in pain, but he could only howl in pain. Finally, his patience ran out.
He sneered with a gloomy face:
"It seems that Master Kuang Yan's bones are harder than we thought!"
“That’s all…”
As he spoke, he suddenly removed his hand that had been pressed against the envoy's throat and held the man's head upside down, then sighed and said:
"I can't bear to see Master Kuang Yan suffer, so I'll send you on your way now. When you die, we'll do something with your body."
The moment the words fell.
The pitch-black nails pierced into the special envoy's scalp without hindrance, and a thick and gloomy black air rushed in frantically along the nails.
Instantly, the special envoy's forehead was dyed pitch black, then the hollows of his eye sockets began to look dead, and finally even his high nose bridge and cheekbones were covered with strange black spots.
Only the lips and chin below the nose appeared even paler.
This extreme black and white contrast looks like a dead person's portrait that was accidentally soaked in ink, staining the upper half black, while the lower half of the face remains as pale as before death!
This horrible look is more terrifying than any threatening words.
The spreading black is another reminder of death...the countdown!
"No! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"
The special envoy used up all his remaining strength and replied in a trembling voice:
"The parchment scroll... the parchment scroll... I hid it... I hid it in the master bedroom of the villa... in the safe in the secret compartment in the wall..."
Faced with the cruel ultimate choice of answering or not answering, the special envoy finally chose to confess and receive leniency.
Even though he knew that the moment he told the secret, he would lose his last value and would not be able to escape death.
But as long as I can live a few more seconds, as long as I can breathe the air of this world a little longer, and smell it once more...even if it is the disgusting stench in the sewer, it would be great.
At this moment, the special commissioner suddenly realized that the foul stench in the sewer was 10,000 times sweeter than the fragrance in the upper city.
Really...really...really...I really want to breathe a few more times!
The tall old man's eyes lit up, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth, and said with satisfaction:
"Hehehe, let me thank Master Kuang Yan for his answer on behalf of your brother!"
He paused and added:
"Master Kuang Yan, please rest assured. Once you are at ease, your brother will definitely fetch the head of [Mask] for you to offer as a sacrifice!"
The special envoy's lips trembled violently, and in an instant they were covered with a layer of dead darkness. In the dim shaft, only his row of teeth remained as white as new.
He stared blankly at the tall and thin old man, the light in his pupils rapidly fading like the ebbing tide.
However, just when his consciousness was about to sink completely into the abyss of eternal darkness, his eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, as if a last ray of light had come back.
His sight seemed to penetrate the sallow old face so close to him, passed over the tall old man's shoulder, and caught a glimpse of the shadow behind the other person!
A shadow, like sticky oil seeping from the ground, is rising and condensing silently and counterintuitively.
The top of the shadow twisted and squirmed, gradually forming a cold outline - on the mask as pale as a skeleton, two evil eye sockets were staring silently.
This is exactly what he has been pursuing and thinking about day and night... [Mask]!
Is it him? !
[Mask] didn't leave, he's still here, he's here?
But, he seems to be late? ! !
An indescribable, absurd, complex emotion mixed with the last glimmer of hope pierced through the special envoy's consciousness that was being devoured by death like an electric current.
"save--"
A hoarse and unclear syllable, like the last syllable on a damaged tape, came out from the correspondent's dark lips.
He used up the last bit of strength in his life to ask for help from [Mask]? ! !
This scene is full of extreme absurdity and humor.
The special envoy came here with the intention of killing [Mask], with a little confidence, but his last words before his death were actually a cry for help to [Mask]!
From this we can see that our special envoy from the upper city really has no bottom line at all.
[Mask] couldn't help but be moved by it.
After all, among all the people he had met and met in his two lives as a human (or monster), the special envoy was truly the one who most desired to live.
In fact, there is no other!
In order to survive, he can give up his shame, his bones, and everything, just like a soft maggot. How great!
The hairs on the back of the tall and thin old man's neck suddenly stood on end, and a piercing chill ran up along his spine to the top of his head.
His heart trembled, and he grabbed the limp body of the special envoy with his right hand reflexively, and swung it backwards as if it were the most convenient meat shield while turning around.
call--!
The sound of breaking wind was heard!
The special envoy's body, with residual body temperature and a strong smell of blood, smashed into the condensed shadow.
A pale hand poked out from the inky shadows, its fingers were long and slender, and every joint glowed with a cold steel-like light.
With five fingers clenched loosely, he stirred the air slowly but quickly. With the naked eye, ripples appeared in the air that were invisible to the naked eye.
The ripples did not spread outward, but instead converged inward layer by layer, forming an invisible force field vortex.
The pale hand, right in the center of the ripples, gracefully grasped the corpse that was being swung towards it.
The movement was as gentle as catching a falling feather.
With a slight turn of his wrist, a soft force quietly seeped in, and the violent momentum of the corpse was instantly wiped out, and was gradually dissipated by the rhythm of the air vibrations.
[Limit-breaking skill - snare net (active)!]
[After activation, a "strength-binding field" is formed within a three-meter radius around the body. All enemies that enter the field have their movement speed reduced by 20% and their attack speed attenuated by 30%!]
With the pale palm as the center, the nature of space within a thirty-meter radius changed instantly.
The air was no longer nothingness, but turned into billions of invisible strange silk threads, crisscrossing and densely weaving into a huge spider web.
Like a spider web sticking to a mosquito, it gently entangles the intruder, but with a terrifying sticky force, greedily devouring all kinetic energy.
The corpse was firmly "stuck" in the air by the powerful force and remained stagnant for a moment.
Then he was gently pulled over by the hand, and then thrown backwards carelessly.
The special envoy's body hit the rusty pipe wall heavily and slid down slowly like a piece of rag, leaving a sticky blood trail on the surface of the pipe.
The tall old man's pupils suddenly contracted. He knew very well how powerful the swing was, but how could it be resolved so easily?
"snort!"
The tall old man snorted coldly, and a look of hostility rose on his sallow face.
He had so much combat experience that when his first attack failed, he immediately changed his moves.
He tensed his waist and twisted it violently for the second time. The black cloth shoes on his feet made a harsh sound when rubbing against the ground. While twisting his waist, he put the three fingers of his right hand together to form a tiger's mouth.
The thumb, index finger and middle finger are put together, black air lingers on the fingertips, and they are clamped together to form a throat-locking claw that is strong enough to crush steel.
"Three Yin Bone-piercing Claws!"
The claws were sharp, carrying a bone-chilling cold energy that tore through the sticky air, making a slight sound of tearing cloth, and went straight to the throat of the person behind him.
He felt the strange resistance in the air again, and he stepped on the ground suddenly, increasing his speed by three points!
Chila——
Three fingers slashed across the throat like a knife, but a strange touch came from it.
It was like tearing soaked rice paper, stirring sticky asphalt, and even more like penetrating a mass of solidified mist.
The Qianchansi's energy flows around the shadow, easily confusing the real touch of the person being attacked, making it even more difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
The tall old man was experienced and had done some homework before coming.
Of course, he didn't care as much about [Mask] as the special envoy did, but he had also seen the impact of the live broadcast in the sewer.
"One of [Mask]'s abilities is to control shadows!"
The tall old man's mind raced, and he instantly retracted his claws like a poisonous snake returning to its cave.
His cloudy eyes moved rapidly, scanning the shadows of the intersecting pipes, the reflections of the stagnant water, the unevenness of the wall, while another third of his attention was always fixed on the shadow under his feet.
Suddenly, his eyes trembled, and he slid sideways on the tiptoes of the ground. Halfway through, he suddenly stood up from the ground.
The right elbow moved forward and pushed forward, and in a flash, it struck diagonally backward three times in a row.
Each blow was faster than the last, like a poisonous dragon, and the wind from his elbows tore through the air, making a muffled sound like pongpong.
One tone is light, two tones are heavy.
“Hit it!”
The tall old man half turned his neck, and before his eyes moved over, and before his toes touched the ground, he kicked in the air towards the place where the last muffled sound came from.
The flying shadows of legs brought with them wisps of black air!
The leg shadow fell and kicked a shadow that emerged silently. It was exactly the same as the previous shadow, except for the color of the pupils.
One pair is pitch black and dark, without any emotional fluctuations, like an abyss leading to nothingness;
A pair of eyes refracted a kaleidoscope of evil colors, and the black and white jade spun and changed wildly in their pupils...
ps: I was swallowed by force majeure again, ah~ Thank you!!!
(End of this chapter)
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