Chapter 259 Farewell, handsome boy
The handsome young man was hung on the rack with iron wires on his limbs, joints and neck.
Some of them were tied and entangled, while others directly pierced into the flesh.
Qin Zhaoyue wanted to let the man go, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.
"Let me do it."
Sui Mo came to her side silently and drew out the short sword from his double swords.
After being promoted to the fourth level, the true energy flows into every limb and bone, and the subtle control of the true energy is taken to a higher level.
Besides, they are only used to tie up ordinary people without any cultivation, so there is nothing special about those wires.
Cover the blade with true energy and you can cut it off easily.
Sui Mo used gentle movements to first cut the wire that bound his lower body.
His legs immediately drooped down and swayed weakly.
Qin Zhaoyue pursed her lips and noticed a piece of white cloth thrown on the ground not far away.
Oh, is there a shroud prepared?
After picking it up, I found that it was covered with stains, including dust, black ash, and a lot of blood.
When it was spread out on the ground, it was as long as a person.
Sui Mo moved quickly and cut all the wires cleanly and neatly.
The boy's blood was almost drained out. He used his Qi to support his body so that he would not fall, and gently placed it on the shroud.
His body and limbs were badly damaged, but his face had no scars at all, and it was obvious that he was a handsome young man when he was alive.
With this appearance, if he had surrendered, it wouldn't have come to this.
It took quite a while for him to bleed to death, which shows that he never gave up his dignity as a human being from beginning to end.
Huh… Huh…
Looking at the eyes that refused to close, his breathing became heavier and his vision became a little blurry.
"Get some needle and thread."
The cell was full of torture instruments, so it was not difficult to find a thin needle and thread. Sui Mo quickly got what she wanted.
Threading the needle and tying knots are not unfamiliar movements.
In his previous life, Qin Zhaoyue spent a long time in the hospital.
At that time, when there was a shortage of medical staff, many interns were forced to take on the job.
I've seen many people secretly use orange peels and grape peels to practice suturing, and I've tried it a few times when I was extremely bored.
With her level of skill, she naturally couldn't do the debridement and suturing, but... what she saw in front of her was a corpse.
"I never thought that I would be able to practice suturing with a cadaver teacher in this life."
I thought so in my mind, but failed to make myself laugh.
Holding the needle in his right hand, he touched the boy's chest and abdominal wounds with his left hand.
"Your Highness..." Sui Mo exclaimed in surprise. She realized what His Highness was going to do, "Let me do it."
Qin Zhaoyue's hand had already touched the boy's skin, "Help."
Sui Mo immediately squatted down, using his true energy to help him heal the wound as best as possible with gentle movements.
Huh... Qin Zhaoyue let out a breath and calmed himself down.
Without much hesitation, the needle pierced the boy's skin.
His movements were a little awkward at first, but he became more skilled as the finger-long wound on his abdomen healed.
On the one hand, there is the cruel punishment of the Black Prison. As time goes by, Dice Heart Lady has not gotten used to the pain.
Every time the knife fell, it was accompanied by a heart-wrenching roar.
"Kill me, please, kill me! Ah!!!"
The attacker only took a dozen or so blows, not even removing the flesh from his cheeks, but he was already seeking death.
Seven or eight steps away, next to the stained shroud, Qin Zhaoyue held his breath and concentrated on the needle in his hand and the boy's wound.
The needle pierced and the thread passed through the skin, making only a slight sound that was not worth mentioning.
The prison riot gradually subsided.
It is obvious that the enemy you hate to the core is being tortured before your eyes, and you clearly want to drink his blood and eat his flesh. You should clearly feel happy and vent your anger.
But more and more young people focused their attention on that quiet silhouette.
Kneeling in front of the corpse with his head lowered, his movements went from clumsy to skillful.
With repeated needle manipulation, the wounds on the boy's chest and abdomen were closing quickly, but his originally white palms were stained with stains.
Screams and silence confronted each other, and the violent emotions were gradually calmed down.
The butterfly girl couldn't help crying out loud, and immediately covered her mouth tightly, but she couldn't help shrugging her shoulders and sobbing silently.
Qin Zhaoyue devoted himself to it and gradually found the rhythm.
After getting over the initial sensation of piercing the flesh, it's actually not much different from sewing clothes.
Of course, the broken ink actually played a great auxiliary role.
She used her Qi to gently bring the skin and flesh together, greatly reducing the difficulty of suturing.
In less than half a cup of tea, all the gaping wounds on the boy's chest and abdomen were healed.
Qin Zhaoyue began the last step: tying the knot.
As a result, he spent dozens of breaths without success and sweat began to form on his forehead.
There was no way, she just tried it a few times with orange peels.
As for the technique...how should I put it, to put it simply, there is no technique.
In the end, I had no choice but to tie a knot that didn't look very good, but it was still quite strong.
Looking at the finishing work of forming a small ball of thread, Qin Zhaoyue was not very satisfied, so she tied a bow on it.
Qin Zhaoyue breathed a sigh of relief after letting Sui Mo cut the silk thread.
Thanks to the excellent assistance, the stitches were done very neatly. How could I complain? I could only say that she was very clever.
He raised his hand and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. OK, his skills were not lost.
Sui Mo was silent.
It would be fine if he knew some weird medical skills, but now he even knows the skills of a corpse collector?
No matter what, His Highness the Sixth Prince probably has never come into contact with this in his life. Is it really possible that he is born with this knowledge?
Qin Zhaoyue looked at the boy's face. His eyes were open when he died, which made his face look a little hideous, destroying his original handsomeness.
She slowly moved to his head and shouted outside, "Is there anyone who can chant? Come on, give me a verse."
She had seen scriptures like the "Nirvana Sutra" in folk novels, which roughly meant that it could be sent.
I don't know if there is a similar saying in Dagan, so I asked this question.
In the end, no one responded, and Qin Zhaoyue sighed deeply.
"A bunch of useless people."
As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, then placed it on the boy's forehead, muttering silently in her heart:
"Well, it was our first meeting, and the scene wasn't too pretty.
I came here in a hurry, and I didn't prepare any scriptures to read to you, so I'll just give you a small blessing."
"The hatred stays here, and I will avenge you.
Oh, and there’s the sister next to you who’s arguing with you and isn’t very pretty. Her name is Huqin.
The expressionless one is called Yinzhe, the gloomy man next to her is called Douzan, and the one standing far away just to make up the numbers is called Zhao Tai."
"I'll tell you a secret, I'm the Sixth Princess of Dagan.
Is it awesome? Is the identity strong?
In addition, there are two warriors in the Divine Martial Realm and one warrior in the Fourth Rank Realm.
Do you know what the Divine Martial Realm is?
The kind that would hang up and beat the old woman who tortured you, then go brag about it to others."
"Oh, by the way, let me tell you a real secret, my sister traveled through time.
As for the matter of time travel, it’s hard to explain it to you in a short time.
Anyway, I have reasonable suspicion that I have some connection with the people below.
When you get there, look around the place. You may recognize me.
Remember, my name is Qin Zhaoyue, and I’m from Blue Star.
You're young and shy, so don't be shy to ask, you might even get some special treatment."
"If there is an afterlife, I hope you can be born into a good family.
Just like my sister in her previous life, I was born under the national flag and grew up in the spring breeze.
Children have access to education, the elderly have access to care, the sick have access to medical care, and they can have enough food to eat through their own labor.
Four dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables!"
Qin Zhaoyue opened his eyes, placed two fingers on the boy's still open eyelids, and gently stroked them down.
"Have a safe journey, handsome boy..."
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