The three of them formed an arc, enveloping Qian Cheng. Qian Cheng's back was pressed tightly against the wall, his hands hanging naturally, and he said calmly: "If you want to anger me, you'll have to wait for the next life."
Raphael pursed her lips slightly and said softly and gently, "Of course, I have another way." Her beautiful eyes slowly fell on the lion head, and she chuckled softly, "My dear, do you have a sword with you?"
Lion Head was stunned at first, then he threw back his head and laughed heartily: "Hahahahaha, my beauty is really funny and humorous. Of course I carry a sword!"
There was only a crisp sound of metal collision, and the lion head shook his hands lightly, and all kinds of weapons appeared on the ground in an instant, including swords, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks.
Lion Head bent down and picked out a small knife that was as thin as a cicada's wing and extremely sharp from among the many weapons.
At this moment, Raphael was leisurely admiring her carefully manicured nails. She was calm and composed, and said softly in a calm tone, "In addition to emotional factors, when the human body is hurt, fear, pain, physical damage, blood loss, and low blood volume can cause abnormal excitement of the sympathetic nervous system.
The release of norepinephrine from sympathetic nerve fiber endings increases significantly, while also accelerating the secretion of adrenal medulla. This ultimately leads to a sharp rise in catecholamine concentrations in the blood, an increase in heart rate, severe vascular constriction, and the rapid breakdown of glycogen.
Hehe, Qian Cheng, you may be able to subjectively control your emotional fluctuations, but you cannot completely control your own nervous system."
The Lion Head rubbed his hands together, his eyes flickering strangely, and he said softly, "Twenty-one, freeze him."
After hearing the order, Slime took off his large sunglasses with difficulty, revealing a pair of small eyes like two watermelon seeds, staring at Qian Cheng intently.
As the slime said the word "fix", Qian Cheng felt an invisible force binding him tightly. He tried to struggle, but his body seemed to be nailed to the wall and he couldn't move at all.
Seeing this, Lion Head smiled smugly. Holding a sharp knife, he approached Qian Cheng step by step, saying in a low, terrifying voice, "Don't worry, young man. I've studied human anatomy! I'll make you suffer all kinds of pain and torture, but I won't let you die easily... Hehehe..."
Every word seemed to carry a sinister chill, spreading in the air and piercing people's hearts, enough to make people shudder.
But Qian Cheng lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes revealing an unspeakable indifference and determination. Facing the scene before him, he seemed to have already prepared himself and was not afraid at all.
He quietly watched the blade flashing with cold light. It avoided his vital organs at a tricky angle and pierced into his body bit by bit.
One knife, two knives, three knives... As time went by, the blades continued to pierce Qian Cheng's body. Blood gushed out from the wounds and gradually gathered into a small pool of blood.
However, Qian Cheng seemed to be asleep and did not make a single sound.
His face gradually turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he kept gritting his teeth.
After stabbing eight times, Lion Head paused and switched weapons. It was a medium-thick, tapering weapon, similar to a rugby ball, but covered in spikes. Using two fingers, Lion Head pried open one of Qian Cheng's incisions and slowly inserted the small object.
After stuffing eight of them into the mouth, Lion Head looked at Raphael and said, "How is it, beauty?"
Raphael walked over a few steps, lowered his body and stained the blood on the ground, pressed his fingertips and released them, his eyes shining: "It's not enough, Xila is still hiding deep inside, keep stimulating."
The lion head made a series of clicking sounds and turned back to look at his treasure. His fingers moved freely and he picked out a set of silver needles. "I heard that there is a saying in Xia country, 'Ten fingers are connected to the heart.'"
He picked out a needle and gently lifted one of Qian Cheng's hands. Looking at this beautiful hand with distinct joints, the lion head tutted again. He picked up one of Qian Cheng's fingers, aligned the needle tip with it, and then inserted it into the gap between the fingernails.
"Young man, does it hurt? You can scream out. Hurry up and ask Xila for help. Wake up the Xila hidden in your body. Hurry." The six eyes of the lion head widened, and the silver needle in its hand stirred in Qian Cheng's nails.
Qian Cheng's eyelids were shaking like sieve chaff, sweat on his forehead was dripping like beads with broken string, and his lips became as pale as paper.
The first three closed their eyes tightly, not daring to look at the scene before them any longer, muttering, "Oh, this is too cruel! I can't bear to watch it any longer! We are truly too cruel."
The leader at the side let out a strange laugh and echoed, "Yes, yes, we are indeed too cruel."
The first two raised their eyebrows, praising Qian Cheng's mental strength. "Not bad, young man. But, beautiful lady, are you ready? Don't make him faint, or it will be more trouble than it's worth. If this guy faints, Xila will be able to escape without anyone noticing."
After saying that, Raphael stretched out her fingernail and gently peeled open one of the wounds on Qian Cheng's body, revealing the iron spike ball hidden inside. She hooked the iron spike ball out with her finger, then put her finger in again and closed one eye.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
The originally peaceful space suddenly became turbulent, as if a mysterious and powerful force was tearing the space apart from the outside.
In the blink of an eye, there was the sound of leaves and paper breaking, and an extremely huge black head suddenly poked in. The head was dozens of meters high, with a dark red mass on the top, emitting a heart-pounding breath.
Its inky black eyes were like deep black holes, staring intently at everyone in the space, as if wanting to devour their souls. Under this terrifying pressure, the lion head and the slime trembled, unable to move an inch.
Even Raphael was controlled and unable to move.
Finally, those eyes fixed their gaze on Qian Cheng, narrowing slightly, revealing a dangerous glint. Then, a deep and terrifying voice rang out from the black head: "You did an amazing job..."
This sound was like a death knell from hell, carrying with it an endless breath of death, causing despair and fear to surge in everyone's heart, except Qian Cheng.
At this moment, the entire space fell into dead silence, with only the terrifying aura emanating from the black head continuing to spread.
Qian Cheng used his remaining strength to pull up the corners of his mouth, his voice weak and faint: "I said I was lucky, Ai Yu, if you came any later, I wouldn't be able to hold on..."
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