The Star Picking Tower is divided into five floors, the upper heaven and the lower hell.

Heaven is easy to understand, but how can hell be said?

The first three floors below the Star Picking Tower are the places where prisoners are held, although this place is dark, but compared to the next two floors, it is a paradise in hell, and the next two floors are the core location of the Star Picking Tower, which belongs to purgatory in the world!!

The so-called four underground floors occupy a small area, about 1,000 square meters, and it seems that the upper three floors are all wailing and screaming.

There is no more life here except the sound of ticking droplets.

Apparently not, walking across the slightly dark red floor, opening the huge bronze door weighing 10,000 pounds, a disgusting fishy smell came to my face.

Blood Red!Blood Red!!Blood Red!!

The mountain wall and the stone path at your feet seem to have been soaked in blood for many years, and the thick dark red is wrapped in a fishy smell, making visitors feel as if they have entered another world.

Moving on, there were stone cells one after another, a few worn-out wooden pillars supporting the cave very casually, and in them sat prisoners with withered faces, their eyes blank and full of despair like dead men, who did not communicate much except breathing.

"Marcelo, it's your turn. ”

A man in black walked up, holding a thick chain with a hook at one end.

"No, I'm not going, you're all devils, devils!"

At the sight of this man, the people in the room looked terrified, and cowered in the corner of the wall, as if trying to burrow themselves into the stone wall.

The man who spoke was a blonde man with a sleek complexion, deep bags under his eyes, and a mustache hanging disheveledly over his chest, apparently having been held for some time.

The man in black didn't speak, sneered, and threw out the chain in his hand, and the hook on the side of the chain head was like hooking the collar around Marcelo's neck.

Then the man in black dragged it in front of him like a dog.

"Crawl for me like a dog, so that I will suffer less flesh and skin. ”

The man in black stepped heavily on Marcelo's back.

Marcelo snorted, and then barked like a pet dog on the street.

There was a sparkle called hope in his eyes.

The man in black laughed, he seemed to enjoy the feeling very much, but his hand did not stop, and he dragged violently, and led Marcelo towards the small room beside him.

"Zhou Gong, the person has been brought. ”

The man in black arched his hand towards an old man in white with a kind face in front of him.

"Ah, is it Marcelo?"

The old man was making tea on the table beside him, and the thick smell of tea diluted the smell of blood around him a lot, and after hearing this, he stood up with a smile on his face, and ran to Marcelo in a few steps.

"How can you do this to him?

Zhou Gong looked at Marcelo, who was still kneeling, and said with his eyebrows.

"I am wrong. ”

When the man in black heard this, he hurriedly took two steps back, bowed his head and apologized, and quickly removed the lock before Marcelo's collar.

Zhou Gong nodded, picked up Marcelo, and said with a smile

"The gentleman hasn't eaten yet, the old man has prepared some refreshments, come quickly." ”

With that, he helped Marcelo to the square table.

The layout of the room is simple, with a large urn, a small square table wrapped in floral cloth, and two chairs.

Marcelo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no torture instruments he had seen before, and at the same time, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and when he saw the delicate pastries on the table, he couldn't help but move his index finger.

Three or two mouthfuls a piece, seven or eight mouths and a plate, less than a cup of tea, three full snacks on the table all entered his stomach.

"Thank you, old man!"

Marcelo's eyes were full of gratitude, and he thanked Zhou Gong with his hands, which was the etiquette he had learned after being captured in the Heavenly Court.

"It's okay, you're full, but do you want to do it again?"

Zhou Gong seemed to be even happier after seeing Marcelo eat the pastries in front of him.

"Eat enough, eat enough. ”

Marcelo touched his round belly and waved his hand repeatedly.

"That's good. ”

Zhou Gong stroked his already gray beard with satisfaction, and pulled Marcelo away from the big urn.

Seeing this big urn, Marcelo's scalp was a little numb, for fear that something bad would pop out of it, but then he thought of this kind old man and the white robe without a trace of blood on his body, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"You go in!"

Zhou Xing was still smiling, with a very strong layer of kindness in his smile, and a very convincing charm.

Marcelo glanced at the big urn, looked at it carefully for a moment, and after confirming that there was no danger, he stepped on the stool under the gaze of Zhou Gong, raised his foot and turned over into the big urn.

The urn is very large and the people are high, at least Marcelo will be difficult to come out again.

"Are you standing?"

Zhou Gong's kind voice came from outside the urn.

"Alright, old man, is there anything else you want me to do?"

Marcelo stepped on the bottom of the urn, which was cast of iron and very solid.

"That's good. ”

With Zhou Gong's happy voice.

'Whoa'

The lid of the urn slammed shut.

"Old man, I haven't gone out yet, why did you close the lid. ”

Marcelo desperately tapped against the inner wall of the steel in the urn and shouted.

There was no response, and then Marcelo felt himself being flipped in a circle.

Faintly, through the gap in the large urn, he could smell the smell of firewood being lit.

"It's good to eat when you're full, you're full, it's time for my little babies to eat." ”

Vaguely, Marcelo heard the voice of Zhou Gong from outside the urn.

A bad premonition came flooding back.

"I think I've been fooled. ”

Marcelo stamped his foot in desperation, slapping the wall of the urn with all his might, even if it didn't work!

"Don't add too much firewood, add it slowly!"

Zhou Gong outside the urn commanded the man in black to slowly light the fire and add firewood.

With the nod of yes from the man in black, a little flame lit up.

The dark gray smoke slowly rose along the wall of the urn, and it was clear that the top of the wall was already dark, and it was clear that Marcelo was not the first person to enter the urn.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, half an hour passed.

The violent slapping sound inside, as well as the lowly cry for mercy, have long since disappeared.

"Go!

Zhou Gong pointed to the lid of the large urn.

The man in black obediently climbed up the ladder and opened the lid on the top of the urn, flipping it over at the same time.

Marcelo, who had long ceased to take on a human form, fell out of it.

'呲~呲~'

Marcelo slammed into the ground with a slight stain of water, and his body was not only thick with the smell of meat, but also a smell of burnt.

Zhou Gong pinched his nose with disgust on his face and looked at Marcelo curled in front of him.

'Uh~ah~'

I saw Marcelo stretching out an arm with difficulty, and there was a little tear in his cloudy eyes.

Zhou Gong grinned, the previous kindness, kindness, and kindness were long gone.

He took a deep breath in obsession, and then ordered the man in black to pick up Marcelo.

Marcelo's flesh has long been elastic, as the big hand of the man in black probes, the thick palm is deeply sunk into the flesh, and as the man in black walks with Marcelo in his arms, Marcelo's body will 'tick~tick~' constantly drop a little bit of broken meat.

'Hmm~Hmm~'

Hearing Marcelo's scream, Zhou Gong closed his eyes with satisfaction and violently lifted the broken flower cloth in front of him.

A huge glass box appeared in front of several people, with countless small black dots inside, crawling with sharp mouthparts.

Ants! Ants the size of a finger, ants in a whole glass box, roughly counting, no less than 3,000.

'Hmm~Hmm~Hmm~'

Marcelo screamed even more violently, and the sound that came out of his mouth was like the howl of a wild beast.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. ”

Zhou Gong took two steps to the right and comforted Marcelo.

The man in black then slowly lowered Marcelo and placed him on top of the glass box full of ants.

Marcelo's eyes rolled wildly as he wailed madly, and tears poured out like a spring, blood-red, making it impossible to tell whether it was tears or blood

Zhou Gong slowly took a jar of honey and a brush from the coffee table, walked in front of Marcelo with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder at the same time, as if to reassure him not to be anxious.

Opening the lid, Zhou Gong licked the honey inside, enjoyed it, and then laughed at Marcelo Win, "It's cheap for you." ”

Immediately with a look on his face, Marcelo picked up his cheap expression, dipped the supple brush, dipped in honey, and smeared it on Marcelo's body little by little, from the top of his head to the curly soles of his feet, not letting go of any place.

"That's it!"

Zhou Gong looked at the Marcelo in front of him with satisfaction, and then slapped his palms under his desperate gaze.

'Smack~'

The lid slammed open and closed, and Marcelo fell into it.

With the sound of crumbling and the muffled snort of Marcelo's beast, it didn't take a cup of tea to leave only a snow-white skeleton in the huge glass box.