"Smack~!"

"Ahh

The whistling sound of the whip was high-pitched, more poignant than the sound of the blade cutting through the air, so the repercussions it caused were also poignant.

The victim who had been tied to a herringbone pole was on the verge of collapse, and his body, which was supposed to be white and sheltered, was now covered with whip marks.

He was gasping for breath, every muscle in his body trembling as he gasped.

"How is it, my brother's craftsmanship has not regressed, has it?"

As an enforcer, Denis dipped the whip in salt water, and a layer of blood rose in the salt water in an instant.

Before the painful wails of the victims had subsided, Janis drew the whip from the salt water again, and a new pain was given to the victim again.

"Hey, these 'old goods' are dull, man, how about looking at the 'new goods'?"

Lin Ming, who was standing on the side with his hands folded, didn't react to what was in front of him, and he yawned as if bored.

"Cut, that's right, the color of the goods or something, it's still fresh. ”

Letting go of the poor worm tied to the stake in front of him for a moment, Janis glanced at Lin Ming, who looked bored.

He retracted the whip, rolled it up, and turned to another position where another prisoner was tied.

The prisoner's face was gray, like dead grass on the side of the road, and he hung his head low, as if he had lost all will to resist.

That's a bit early for a prisoner who has just been sent to prison, and it usually takes two or three months for a prisoner to cry out, to be loud, and to say the cliché 'I'm innocent' a thousand times before they die.

No one here is innocent, at least in the official explanation.

As long as they are sent in, there will be a formal charge anyway, even if it is 'unwarranted'.

"Hey, the newcomer looks a little tough, let me see if it's still so hard when the whip comes down. ”

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Denis's face, and he could only feel alive during his long life, especially in the City of Angels, when he put whips and torture instruments on the prisoners, and listened to the screams and wails of the prisoners.

Alive, just as it was when he fought in the battle of hell.

Yes, he thinks that's the whole point of his existence.

"Whew!Whew!"

Deliberately fiddling with the means of summoning the whip, Minis made the tip of the whip swing in several circles in the air, as if he were holding a rope instead of a whip.

"Whoa!"

The whistling whip ripped a large piece of the prisoner's shirt off his chest, leaving a bright red mark right in the center of the victim's chest.

That's where the heart is.

The force of the whip passed directly through the flesh and skin into the victim's heart, and the single whip caused blood to vomit from the prisoner's mouth.

"Uh......h Ahh

The prisoner's body twitched violently a few times, his head raised and lowered, and a line of blood was sprayed far between the pitches.

Blood was out of his mouth, the prisoner hung his head, his gasps barely audible.

He fainted.

With just a whip, a flick of the wrist, and with some skill, one of the winged angels was knocked unconscious.

Dennis is not exaggerating in his 'craft', in fact his skill is a little higher than he may have boasted.

"The fresh food is really good, it's just a little crispy, drag it down, and then the solo should be over. ”

Dennis waved his hand to the attendant who kindly handed him a towel while two angels unloaded the prisoner from the rack and dragged him into the cell on the side.

"Pounds!"

The sound of the unconscious prisoner being thrown on the ground was like a sandbag falling to the ground, and the guards did not care whether he was alive or dead.

Angels' lives are hard, especially in the realm of heaven, and it is not so easy to kill an angel - even the lowest one.

To be honest, Mo Xie was able to kill an angel in large part because the incident took place outside the city at the time.

"Whew!"

Denis held a whip in each hand, and he played a whip, and the two whips swung out like dragons.

"Keep up, the party venue should be almost arranged!"

Turning back to greet Linming, Janis left the execution chamber, which consisted of only two shelves.

"Wait a minute. ”

Lin Ming was not busy keeping up, he unhurriedly pulled out an unused whip from the salt water basin.

"Huh!"

Without a trace, the whip dragged on the ground for a while, staining the tip of the whip in the pool of blood on the ground, and Lin Ming swung the whip fiercely at the victim who had not yet been dragged away.

"Ahh

Lin Ming's strength is not insignificant, after the previous transformation, he has completely reached the average level of the four-winged angel, so this whip directly beat the prisoner to the flesh.

The prisoner cried out and stopped moving, and appeared to have passed out.

"Haha!"

Hearing the movement behind him, Janis chuckled.

"Brother Hemes, your skills are far worse than your brother!"

The cell boss had no idea what the whip really meant.

The blood on the ground is not a 'clean' thing......

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In the Sea of Ghosts, Uncle Ma, who took the 'hitchhiker', could hardly figure out how deep he had entered.

The original plan to go out after twenty breaths has been completely forgotten by him.

Because at this moment he saw what drew him here.

No, maybe you shouldn't use a restrictive word like 'something'.

He saw the figure hovering in the sea of ghosts.

Far away, it's not too real, but for some reason, from the beginning, when he saw that figure was just a dark shadow, Uncle Ma thought it was a person.

It's like the figure lying there, sending out messages like "I'm a person" all the time.

That body should still be in the teenage years, and through the layers of light, Uncle Ma can vaguely see the figure that has not yet grown.

Uncle Ma knew that this was the goal he was looking for on this trip.

A body that can exist in the Sea of Spirits.

"Closer ......"

Although he knew that he couldn't control the whereabouts of this 'hitchhiker', Uncle Ma still couldn't help but think silently in his heart at this moment.

He was still very close to the body.

He was surrounded by ghosts, and he couldn't find even an inch of place in the dense points of light, and even the 'giant ghost' that Uncle Ma was optimistic about at this time was unable to move an inch under such a 'road condition'.

Its speed had slowed down under the constant collision, and if it was a bus before, it was an oxcart at this moment.

Even the trajectory that had been held unchanged by it began to deflect.

This 'car' is about to 'break down'.

If it strikes here, then things are classic.

Here, in the center of the Sea of Ghosts, all a guy like Uncle Ma can do is wait for death.

There is no way to come, and there is no way to go.

Therefore, Uncle Ma can only pray at this time that this 'hitchhiking' can be more reliable, at least let him get closer to that body before 'breaking down'.

That way, he could at least try to see if he could touch the body.

As long as he could touch that body, he could get out.