The handwriting on the white wall was extremely red, looking like it was smeared with blood, and because it was so full, the drops of "blood beads" flowed down a little messily, leaving a number of thin blood marks, which made people look creepy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The man drew silently and patiently, as if what he was doing was something very important, but as the talisman in his hand kept waving, his voice came again.

"Most of the people in this world are very easy to deceive, and many times, they believe what others say. ”

"For example, this 'reincarnation array', for many years, people in the world have thought that it is extremely evil, and they always want to kill people to take blood and smear it into lines, in fact, how can it be so exaggerated. ”

The man's arm was raised, he made a stroke, then turned his head to look at it, and said, "Those who really want to use human blood are all the supreme supernatural powers in the Demon Sect, and it is very troublesome to kill people and take blood, how can cinnabar be used comfortably, right?"

Under the candlelight, the man's face wore a black mask, covering his entire face, leaving only two dark and deep eyeholes.

He Changsheng didn't know why, he suddenly felt a burst of fear in his heart, and shouted, "You, who are you, what are you going to do?"

The man smiled behind the mask, laughing hoarsely, and after a while, he didn't answer He Changsheng's question, but just pointed to his side lightly, and said, "If you make a louder voice, I'll use it to cut out your tongue." ”

He Changsheng's body trembled, and he turned his head with some difficulty, and sure enough, he saw that on the ground not far from his head, there was a black short sword, which looked extremely sharp, reflecting a chilling light in the candlelight. In addition, he saw that there were several small holes as thick as crooked fingers dug out of the ground around his body, and he didn't know what they were used for.

A chill enveloped his body, He Changsheng's face turned pale, somehow, although this mysterious person didn't look like a fierce god, but that kind of bland tone was even more terrifying.

He Changsheng looked at the masked man and turned around again, continued to paint those weird runes on the wall, and after gasping for a few breaths, he stammered: "You, who are you, where did I offend you?"

The man didn't react, he painted quietly, and blood-like traces spread out on the white wall, faintly as if a bloody door was about to take shape.

"Demon Sect, Demon Sect!" He Changsheng's wheezing voice became more and more urgent, and he suddenly said eagerly, "This big brother, I, I didn't provoke your Demon Sect, let me go, let me go." ”

The talisman pen was full of cinnabar, and it was heavily focused somewhere on the white wall, like the finishing touch, as if it suddenly gave those lifeless blood stains some aura, and then between the blood lines, a bloody door seemed to be open, as if the next moment, there would be an evil ghost from behind the blood door.

The man turned around, put down the talisman pen, and then walked to He Changsheng's side, looked at him condescendingly, and then said quietly: "You didn't provoke the Demon Sect, but you are useful to me." ”

He glanced at the mysterious and twisted terrifying blood door on the white wall, laughed lowly, and said, "I've been looking for a long time, but I can't find those partners, so I can only find a way to let them out by themselves." ”

He Changsheng didn't understand the meaning of this person's words, but he instinctively felt an indescribable sense of fear, his teeth began to fight, gurgling, and said, "You, what do you mean?"

The man looked at him and squatted down beside him, but he didn't seem to mean to do it immediately, but looked at He Changsheng's face, and after a while, he let out a sigh of emotion from behind the mask, and after a while, he only heard him whisper: "Bullying the weak and fierce gods are evil, and when you meet a strong enemy, you are greedy for life and afraid of death, everyone is like this." ”

"Standing humble and courteous in the light, and unscrupulous in the darkness?"

"Someday...... No, I must have been like this a long time ago. The masked man muttered to himself lightly, a pair of dark eyes looked at He Changsheng who was tightly bound and couldn't move, and there didn't seem to be the slightest emotion in his eyes, except for indifference.

He Changsheng suddenly felt like a pig, a pig waiting to be slaughtered, and that cold sense of despair seemed to rise from every corner of his body, making him tremble incessantly.

He writhed desperately but to no avail, only to make him look like a twisted worm, unexpectedly ugly, and at the same time, he once again lamented the man, begging him to spare himself with tears, and then willing to pay whatever the cost.

The masked man took a ball of cloth and gagged him directly.

He Changsheng let out a muffled sound of "wooing" in his mouth, his eyes showed a look of despair, and there was a trace of pain and regret.

The masked man looked at him, suddenly smiled, and said, "Do you regret that you didn't shout for help just now?"

He Changsheng stared at this person, his eyes were like wanting to breathe fire, as if he wanted to cut this person with a thousand knives. But the masked man shook his head, and then said gently: "I have set up a soundproof formation around this house, no matter how much you shout, no one will hear you." In this way, you can probably die in peace, right?"

He Changsheng's body stiffened suddenly, the color of despair in his eyes became even stronger, and when he looked at the masked man again, the color of fear also deepened a little.

The masked man casually picked up the black short sword that was inserted in the ground next to him, crossed it lightly in front of him, and said, "Do you know that there is an extremely terrible torture in the Demon Sect, which is used to punish those who have committed great sins in the Sect. ”

"That kind of torture is called 'dripping blood'. ”

"Tie the sinner to the ground, blindfold him, and cut his veins little by little, so that the sinner will hear the sound of 'ticking' 'ticking' and slowly flowing out of his body and dripping to the ground. ”

"Then, there will be countless terrible blood-eating insects, burrowing through the wounds on your body, into your flesh, eating everything in your body bit by bit, and you, even hear those chewing sounds, isn't it funny?"

The muscles on He Changsheng's face trembled violently, his head shook desperately, and his mouth made a strange sound like crazy, and there was not the slightest blood on his face.

The masked man looked at him, then reached out and took out a small cloth bag, shook it in front of He Changsheng's eyes, and suddenly made a "rustling" sound, like sand and stones rolling, and like the sound of countless small insects rubbing and biting.

He Changsheng screamed twice with "ahh

The masked man put down the bag and took another thing, but it was an eye patch, and then slowly put it on He Changsheng's face, and said quietly: "Let's start." ”

He Changsheng let out a sad cry and struggled desperately, but at this moment, it was useless after all.

Soon, his eyes were firmly covered by a black blindfold, and the darkness completely overwhelmed him.

An icy chill, like a merciless blade, landed on his right wrist. He Changsheng's body trembled violently in an instant, but the cold intent seemed to be indestructible, and it instantly seeped into his flesh and blood, and pressed down fiercely.

"Tick ......"

He Changsheng suddenly held his breath.

"Tick ......"

There was a sudden darkness and silence all around, except for the soft but clear voice, like a drop of water.

"Tick ......"

The sound of each drop seemed to have the same interval, and the sound of each drop of water was like a terrible hammer beating his soul violently.

With every blow, the soul is scattered.

However, the nightmare still did not seem to be over, and in the terrible and clear dripping sound, suddenly there was a thin "rustle" sound, like the sound of insects and ants crawling by, echoing in his ears.

A cold, terrible tingling sensation came from his wound.

He Changsheng couldn't bear it anymore and let out a heart-rending roar, but all the sounds were finally blocked deep in his throat.

The night wind was bleak, someone blew out the candles, and darkness poured in, plunging the world into shadows.

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The masked man slowly stood up, looked coldly at the person in front of him, whose whole body was like chaff, and even began to look out of human form, put away the small bag in his hand, and then turned and walked out.

Behind him, in those small, twisted pits on the ground, a bright red liquid was slowly dripping, making an orderly sound.

When the door opened, there was a low "creaking" sound, and when I glanced at the world outside, it was already late at night.

He closed the door, went out into the darkness by the side of the road, and sat down under the big tree. The dark shadows of the trees were hazy, obscuring his figure, and a moment later, a dark shadow came out from behind the tree, a black dog, sniffing and sniffing beside him.

The masked man took off his mask, and through the faint light, he could see the outline of his face, which was Lu Chen. He looked a little tired, and even the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

Ah Tu stood in the darkness and stared at him, and after a while, he leaned over and gently rubbed his head against Lu Chen's arm.

Lu Chen reached out and hugged it, gently touched Ah Tu's head, and said in a low voice, "It's done." ”

Ah Tu let out a low whimper, as if in response to his words.

Lu Chen looked up at the dark night, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in the depths of his eyes, and after a while, he picked up the small bag.

Ah Tu's eyes were fixed on the small bag, not blinking.

Lu Chen also looked at the pouch, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said to Atu: "Look, what I said is right, right? There are so many people in this world, they believe what others say......

His hand was easily opened, and the rope at the mouth of the cloth bag fell, and in the night wind, the sand inside was blown up by the wind and drifted down into the silent and cold night depths in the distance. (To be continued.) )