Chapter 383 The Terrifying Castle Owner (43)
I will also spare no effort to protect you.
The young man's sincere heart wanted to jump out of his chest but was suppressed, and finally quietly became his exclusive secret.
....
After this incident, the news that Fu Qi's dog slave had turned over a new leaf spread throughout the cemetery.
No one dared to trouble him the entire day.
What's more, Zhang Mao, who usually took the lead in bullying her and bullied her the most, had been expelled from the imperial family and became a eunuch because he sneaked into the women's dormitory at night and stripped the clothes of the female workers.
Although there is no connection between the two, there is no such coincidence in the world.
As soon as Zhang Mao was brought down, Gounu defended 0723 and beat up four or five people on the round platform, but he was not punished by the chief executioner.
Whatever the reason, this dog slave probably can't be bullied.
...
In the dim basement, only a red candle was burning silently. The jumping flame illuminated the small piece of darkness. The murals painted with blood on the wall were vague and unclear.
A bloody figure was tied to the damp wooden frame, his work clothes torn and naked.
Especially the bloody scenes in the triangle area are chilling to watch.
His flesh was rotting and decaying, and the only thing that could be judged from the occasional rise and fall of his chest was that he was still breathing.
Tick-tock.
The water droplets fell on the back of my neck, freezing cold, penetrating my bones, as if falling on my nerves, almost torturous.
Zhang Mao moved his fingertips, and severe pain immediately spread throughout his body.
He was tied here for a whole afternoon, his ten finger bones were crushed, and his penis was chopped off, but he still didn't know what he had done wrong.
"Let me out... Let me out..."
He didn't have the strength to call for help, and was barely breathing. Every time he exhaled, it felt like a fire was burning in his chest, burning his skin and making it stink.
The basement has never seen the sun all year round, and the air is filled with a heavy and uncomfortable smell. Above it is a cemetery full of corpses and rivers of blood. The stench of decay seeps down from the cracks in the ground and penetrates into the nose.
squeak.
The cold iron door was opened, Zhang Mao's ears twitched, and his bloodshot eyes turned away.
The person who came was surrounded by a heavy darkness, with a snow-white fur coat draped over his shoulders. The two extremes were torn apart, and the light and shadow were dim.
The sharp facial features were also shrouded in darkness, and countless dark colors were stored between the eyebrows and eyes.
"Okay... Chief Executioner?!"
The fear and shock in his weak voice were difficult to conceal.
He watched the executioner take white gloves from the rack and put them on, and the red-hot iron torture instruments squeaked in the brazier.
“No…don’t!”
The next second, the branding iron was imprinted on Zhang Mao's chest without hesitation.
Sizzle.
The sound of oil bubbling from the grill was particularly clear in the quiet basement, and a faint aroma of meat wafted into the nose.
"ah!"
Having not eaten for the entire afternoon, Zhang Mao felt his stomach growling when he smelled his fried meat.
The splashing meat oil dripped onto the clean gloves. A hint of disgust flashed across the executioner's eyes, and he pressed the branding iron hard into Zhang Mao's body.
"Ah! Ugh! Let go! Let go!"
"How does pain feel?"
"Sir! Sir, I was wrong! Please let me go..."
With a snap, the soldering iron fell to the ground.
Before Zhang Mao had time to rejoice, a person walked in from outside.
The moment he saw him, the expression on Zhang Mao's face completely froze.
"Dog slave?"
Hearing these two words, the executioner frowned, and a cold look spread out like a spider web.
Fu Qi ignored the embarrassed Zhang Mao and looked at the chief executioner with a cold and hard tone.
"Why did you call me here?"
"To help you vent your anger."
Fu Qi turned his head away, his tone cold and without any emotion.
"unnecessary."
The executioner raised his lips, tilted his head to look at Zhang Mao, and his smile turned cold.
"Whether you need it or not is your business, but wanting to help you vent your anger is my business."
Looking at the weird and awkward atmosphere between the two, Zhang Mao was confused.
After all this fuss, this lowly dog slave actually knew the executioner?!
What is their relationship?
"Fu...Fu Qi, I was blind and didn't recognize the real man, so I offended you."
"How about this, you ask the executioner to let me go first, and I'll apologize to you."
Fu Qi said three cold words again: "No need."
Zhang Xiaomao is adaptable and flexible, while Fu Xiaoqi is impartial and just.
The executioner knew his temper too well and was not surprised at all.
I thought that with his abilities, he could definitely carve out a new world in this cemetery.
Follow the world storyline step by step to become the ultimate master of the cemetery.
As a result, he was like a piece of wood, allowing people to beat and scold him, and became a so-called dog slave.
The incident of 0723 seems to be a good thing, as it can reverse Fu Qi's deviation from the main path.
Although he cannot interfere too much in Fu Qi's life and choices, it does not mean that he will allow Zhang Mao and others to climb over his head.
We must protect our shortcomings when necessary.
The executioner pulled out a sharpened knife from the rack, and in front of Zhang Mao's extremely terrified eyes, he raised the knife and cut his neck without hesitation.
Sizzle!
Arterial blood gushed out, and a drop splashed on the executioner's face, adding a bit of bloody smell.
He stretched out his fingertips and wiped it, then threw the knife aside.
"It's done."
Fu Qi lowered his eyelids: "Let's go."
"What's the rush?"
The executioner grabbed his wrist and prevented him from escaping.
"Do you think I don't know the strangeness of 0723?"
Fu Qi's movements suddenly stopped, and his right hand clenched into a fist in an instant.
"How dare you touch her!"
Fu Qi grabbed his collar viciously, looking horrified.
Even though he knew how terrifying the executioner's abilities were, there wasn't a trace of fear on Fu Qi's face.
It's really disheartening that she dared to hit him for a girl.
"Tsk, don't be angry."
The executioner freed the wrinkled collar from Fu Qi's hands.
"I wouldn't do that to a girl like her."
The cold and angry expression on Fu Qi's face eased a little, but his clenched fists remained tight.
This person shouldn't lie.
"Actually, I came to you today because I have something to tell you."
Fu Qi glanced at him sideways: "What's the matter?"
The executioner stood up straight, took off his blood-stained gloves and threw them away, staining his collar.
"I'm leaving now."
Fu Qi's expression changed slightly, and he asked calmly, "Where are you going?"
The executioner sighed and said, "Go where you should go."
"Do you remember the question you asked me when we first met? Now I can answer you."
When Fu Qi first came to the cemetery, there was actually no chief executioner in the cemetery. He only appeared later.
Once she appeared, she would always approach him vaguely.
Fu Qi was very perceptive and immediately noticed something was wrong.
The first thing he said to his fellow executioner was to ask him what his purpose was in approaching him.
How did the executioner respond at that time?
He said he wouldn't hurt you anyway.
Fu Qi did not get an answer, but he always remained vigilant towards the executioner.
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