Chapter 53: Evil Thoughts Xiao Hei, what have you done!
Wei Yuan felt as if something in his brain had collapsed, been torn apart, and crushed. He had a terrible headache and his brain couldn't piece itself together. Some memories became clearer, while others gradually became blurred.
In the end, he couldn't even tell who he was.
"Chunsong, I can never get enough of looking at your face."
"Disciple, are you a human or an immortal? How could you possibly have such a healing ability?"
"Chunsong, I haven't touched you yet. I really like you."
"Haha! Do you think you can escape from my grasp? Come, lock him up in the White Jade Chamber for the purpose of refining the elixir."
"Chunsong, if you ignore me again, I'll be angry."
"Originally, one eye could be used to refine a pill, but now even ten eyeballs can't make one. I'll have to save your eye for several days after I dig it out. People who don't know me would think I'm waiting for a hen to lay eggs. Hahahaha, isn't that ridiculous?"
"Chunsong, you can leave, but you must leave me with something to remember."
"The Demon God is above, the demon clan will definitely unify the three realms!"
"Spring Song... Spring Song..."
"...Disciple...medicine..."
"Yuan Yuan, you know your mistake."
Tears of blood flowed from his eyes. Although his eyes were intact, it seemed as if he could not see anything.
Maybe he forgot something?
What did you forget?
He no longer had the energy to think.
It was just that in this moment of light and dark, when his eyes focused very occasionally, he vaguely thought that he was still in the secret room.
Why are you here?
Looking at the person clinging to the wall in front of him, looking at him in fear.
I vaguely remembered what just happened.
Yes, this person sucked his ear, and licked his earlobe with his fishy tongue. He could still remember the feeling of the tip of the tongue drilling into his ear canal.
He seemed to have found something.
The loss of consciousness, emptiness and despair just now turned into a desire for blood, an expectation of fear and a fascination with pain.
He looked up at Luo Quanci who was leaning against the wall and repeated what he had just said but had forgotten:
"Tell me, how do you want to die?"
After he finished speaking, the black air in Luo Quanci's mouth suddenly turned into countless sharp spikes, which suddenly exploded in his mouth and instantly pierced through his tongue, cheeks, jaw and even neck.
But carefully avoid all fatal parts.
Luo Quanci's eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. Upon closer inspection, he could see black air as thick as hair moving back and forth like a living thing.
He couldn't move or make a sound, and every time he took a breath, a wheezing sound like pus and blood vibrated in his throat.
Luo Quanci looked at the man in front of him in horror, only to see Wei Yuan raise his hand and grab the ear that had just been sucked, and with a strong pull, the ear was torn off completely!
But Hou Yuan didn't even frown, he just threw it casually, and the jade earlobe was burned by the black air before it hit the ground.
Blood flowed from his ears along his white collar, soaking the red silk around his neck and dyeing the golden bells around his neck red, but his expression remained unchanged, as if he was unaware of anything.
Luo Quanci's skin broke out in goosebumps. He felt the blood in his brain screaming in fear, and tears burst out of his eyes. If his body had not been tied up, he would have fled from here crying!
Is this person a human or a ghost?
How come cutting off an ear is as easy and effortless as cutting off a hair?
Maybe she's even crazier than him!?
Zhu Yuan raised his eyes, his hollow pupils adding a bit of gloom to them. He tilted his head slightly:
"Don't want to tell me? Then I'll help you choose."
This secret room is quite spacious, with dark and gorgeous decorations. It is half wedding room and half prison, but they coexist in an eerie harmony.
Only then did Yuan realize that his black clothes had been replaced with red ones without him noticing.
He looked at Luo Quanci's wedding dress and felt it was eye-catching, but he didn't understand why. He raised his hand slightly and saw the wedding dress burning with red flames, and he felt a little relieved.
Just like when I pulled my ear off just now, I don't know why, but I feel like I have to do this.
He really had forgotten something again.
Is it important?
I don’t know.
All he knew was that Luo Quanci's fear and screams finally brought some relief to his head, which was confused by the severe pain.
The red flames did not burn excessively, but only licked Luo Quanci's body carefully. After burning the wedding dress, it slowly burned the exposed skin.
Amidst Luo Quanci's screams, Wei Yuan picked out from the torture instruments, picked up a handy dagger, and walked to Luo Quanci.
The black energy suddenly became soft, as if it had consciousness, and automatically opened Luo Quanci's mouth, revealing it before his eyes.
Just like that, Wei Yuan inserted the blade in, and seeing Luo Quanci's increasingly horrified expression, he raised and lowered his wrist lightly, mechanically, and cut off one cut after another.
Luo Quanci's body convulsed several times, and his chest and throat made sounds like a broken gong.
Wei Yuan actually found it quite moving, so he cut more carefully. When he had no more space to cut, he carefully pushed the shredded tongue flesh towards Luo Quanci's throat and smiled a wide, dull smile: "I'll give you a surprise."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Quanci felt that the flesh and blood blocking his throat completely disappeared, and the tongue in his mouth that had been cut off suddenly healed at this moment and returned to its original state!
Luo Quanci, who guessed what Wei Yuan was going to do, immediately became desperate. He wanted to beg for mercy, but the black air held his tongue firmly in place, so he could only whimper vaguely.
With blood all over his face, Hou Yuan looked like a Shura, yet he clapped his hands and laughed like a child: "Haha! Are you happy?
"I healed you again!"
Luo Quanci felt that the eighteen levels of hell were just like this.
His mouth and tongue were torn to pieces time and time again, and then repaired again and again.
Even Luo Quanci, who had lived like this for thirty years and had never thought of the word death, now had only one sentence popping up in his mind over and over again:
Let him die!
Let him die!
Please let him die quickly!
As if hearing his inner voice, Wei Yuan stopped and the smile on his face completely disappeared. As if tired, he stretched out his finger and drew it towards a certain place in the secret room. A crack appeared in the air out of thin air and a person fell from there.
Those were Luo Quanci's subordinates guarding outside the door.
Ho Yuan pointed his dagger at Luo Quanci and said casually, "Flay him. Cut off two thousand pieces of flesh. Remember, not a single piece less."
Luo Quanci's subordinates did not react for a moment. He had long been accustomed to his master's cruelty and had done bloody things, but he had never thought that one day he would use this skill on his master.
"What? Don't want to?" Yuan squatted in front of his subordinate and tapped the man's face with a dagger.
People who work around Luo Quanci naturally have extremely strong insight. After quickly analyzing the pros and cons, he took the knife from Wei Yuan's hand and walked towards his master.
At this time, Luo Quanci's body was covered with burnt flesh, his lips and tongue were gone, and only the upper half of his face was still intact.
Luo Quanci watched his subordinates walk in, with fear and expectation mixed in his eyes, but as the first knife fell, these two emotions mixed into overwhelming despair.
No one could save him.
Is this what those he tortured in the past felt like?
The secret room was soon filled with a bloody smell.
Zhu Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the scene in front of him without blinking. His ears were filled with painful screams. The severe pain in his head subsided a little, but his eyes became more and more empty.
I feel neither sad nor happy, but I want to laugh for no reason. My heart is clearly desolate, but I have no reason to hate.
Hate his past, hate his identity, what else do you hate? Why do you hate him?
He couldn't remember it at all.
The sound of flesh being cut was still heard, and although it soothed the strings in his heart, he fell uncontrollably into a deeper hell.
Amidst the increasingly unpleasant and terrifying screams and the thick and pungent smell of blood, he remembered more and more detailed things.
The warmth of the cage that held him captive, the feel of the blade scraping across his flesh, the sound of the blade gouging his eyes out.
He remembered every bit, every scene, everything he should and shouldn't remember.
Why isn't he dead?
Isn't he dead?
Didn’t Heaven destroy his physical body?
Why is he here again?
His chest felt empty, but his smile grew wider. The headache became a stimulant for him, making his five senses more acute.
His vision and hearing passed through the blood and screams in the room and came to the noise of the outside world.
Laughter, anger, and the hustle and bustle of life.
"Mom, I want another string of candied haws!"
"Still eating? You don't want your teeth anymore?"
"Sir, I am pleased with you..."
"Sir, please don't talk. We don't accept credit!"
"Buy more candy. The kids love it. It's New Year's Day, don't be too stingy."
All sorts of things flowed into his ears.
Messy, unfamiliar, and boring.
Look at this dark secret room again.
If malice is not suppressed, it will overwhelm your heart like a mountain.
Why are they so normal?
Why does he live like a rat?
He was also smiling, but why didn't he look happy?
Why?
Why?
How harsh, how harsh!
It would be great if everyone screamed like the man in the secret room!
It would be even better if it were all stained with blood!
The magic exploded from his body.
Spiritual power and demonic energy surged out of his body like a tsunami.
Evil thoughts grew like weeds, but my chest felt more and more relaxed.
It would be great if everyone was like him.
Jin Ling felt the call at this moment, and immediately disassembled and reassembled it into a pair of golden shackles and handcuffed it to his neck. Densely packed sharp blades grew from the inside of the handcuffs and penetrated deep into his flesh and pierced into his meridians!
The sudden pain in his neck gave Hou Yuan a glimmer of clarity in this foggy situation. It was this clarity that made him retract all the magic power he had released, and the demonic energy that had submerged the entire country flowed back into his body, forcing him to spit out blood.
He seemed to come back to his senses a little, but he didn't know why. He felt panic in his heart because of the pain in his neck.
He still didn't know why he panicked.
But the spiritual power that was not retracted in time turned into a huge wave of red flames, which spread outward from him to Guicheng. The outside world cried, howled, and groaned suddenly, then slowly returned to silence. Finally, the noise and vitality returned to dust.
His mind should have been clear, his heart should have been happy, and he did laugh, his wanton, devilish laughter echoing in this desolate ghost town.
But for some reason, that trace of panic always followed him like a shadow, and together with the bell around his neck, it pulled at his soul and caused it pain.
The secret room is gone, the prosperity is gone, and he just smiles like a madman.
After a long time, the laughter gradually died down. He sat cross-legged in the desolation and silence, letting the hidden pain in his heart grow. In this land surrounded by the smell of burning, he looked up at the stars.
Time passed, and he didn't move.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe a lifetime.
The stars faded and the sky gradually brightened.
The entire sky was filled with people, all pointing their swords at him. One of them shouted angrily:
"Spiritual beast, the evil beast whose name is Xiao Hei, do you know what a monstrous disaster you have committed?"
Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei?
Xiao Hei!
Zhu Yuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the only vague memory bloomed in his mind like fireworks.
Stars, stars.
At this moment, he seemed to have crossed hundreds of years and found the only vivid thing in his long memory.
The only and short-lived freshness.
At the same time, the Thousand Miles Voice Transmission that Xu Xingxing had been shouting for the entire night was finally connected.
The woman's angry and panicked voice finally reached Yuan's heart, repeatedly washing over his empty soul:
"Xiao Hei, what did you do?!"
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