It is said that if you are cold to the extreme, you will have the illusion of fever, so are you not cold to the extreme? Li Chenyu squatted on the ground, thinking in a daze, there was a pool of blood on the ground next to her, there were blood stains on the side of her mouth, and there was a bright red touch on her pale lips, which made her look more and more weak. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Her limbs were cold, her body was stiff, and the sensation of numbness and tingling spread throughout her body.

Her situation is not only caused by the cold of the underworld, but also because her internal injuries are not light, first of all, intracranial hemorrhage, in other words, ordinary people are estimated to have died a long time ago, although her strong body and intracranial hemorrhage will not kill her, but she is not much better.

Her ear and eye power have dropped sharply, not even one-third of the usual one, the pain is still secondary, and what disturbs her is that her mental strength needs more time to recover, but what she lacks most now is time.

Li Chenyu raised her eyes and looked at the iron barricade, she couldn't see anything in the dark, but she knew that someone was coming, because the ghost crying wolf in the prison was gone, and it was as quiet as when she first came.

"This is it, the gatekeeper waits, and the subordinates will open the cage."

She remembered that this rough and hoarse voice was the bearded man who was watching the cell, and the gatekeeper he was talking about was the stele Qi! When he first dealt with the underworld, that man claimed to be a depressed person.

With a creak, the cell was opened.

Beiqi waved his hand to close the cell door, and walked in slowly, there was no sound of footsteps in the empty cell, he saw Li Chenyu squatting on the ground at a glance, and walked up to her in two steps.

Li Chenyu raised his head and looked at him with cold eyes in the dark, quietly and fearlessly.

A short knife roar came with the wind and stopped overhead, Li Chenyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't let go of the heart he was carrying. The knife was slashing down the top of her head, and she could feel the hair being cut, the tip of the knife running along her hair, pain from her forehead, her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose to her jaw.

The flesh then turned outward, and as soon as the blood gushed out, the flesh that had been cut grew back together, and a line of blood floated on her face.

The brief pain converged, causing a layer of corn to float on her body, and her stiff body trembled slightly, but she gritted her teeth and did not say a word.

Without the slightest pause, the knife slashed through the iron chain, sparks burst out, and the moment of fire turned into small black dots, attached to Li Chenyu's dirty little face, and the huge pain covered the burning pain.

Without pause, the sword came to her chest, and with a slight turn of the wrist of the stele, the sword burrowed into the chains.

The sharp weapon was pressed against the heart, and with each breath, the chest could touch the sharp sword, and the stinging pain spread little by little.

Li Chenyu, who had just recovered from the pain, was overwhelmed by an overwhelming pain, every inch of his body was tense, and there was no trace of fear in his red eyes, even faintly crazy.

Bei Qi stared at her fearless face, a smile on her lips, and the long sword gently forward.

Li Chenyu's body straightened, her breathing became slow and heavy, she trembled and clenched her teeth, her eyes staring at the front.

Little by little, the sword pushed forward, her facial features distorted, her bloodless lips opened and trembled, and a crystal glitter gathered in her red eyes, and as her trembling slid down, she was in extreme pain.

The thin and cool lips of the stele were hooked, and he smiled at the painful person on the ground. The movements of his men did not stop, and the pale hands grasped the sword and stirred.

I don't know how long this silent Ling Chi lasted, the prison was filled with a strong smell of blood, Li Chenyu sat in a pool of blood, leaning his head against the wall, his knife-sharp gaze was gone, and his dilated pupils were embedded in his eye sockets, dark and hollow.

The blood on the sword smashed on the ground, ticking, ticking, and the stele frowned as he looked at the man underground, and he drew his sword and stared at her wounds.

The big blood hole at the mouth of the bowl, the skin and flesh turned out are wriggling, and the hole is shrinking little by little.

"It only took a quarter of an hour to recover, and I knew you weren't dying so easily," Bei Qi snorted coldly, squatting on the ground and reaching out to pinch her jaw.

Li Chenyu is like a lifeless doll, no matter how the stele is fiddling, he doesn't react.

"Gatekeeper, Hades has sent his subordinates to urge you over," a black-robed ghost probed his head through the iron bar.

"Go out and wait," Bei Qi's cold voice was full of anger, he came to No. 1 to take Li Chenyu out on the order of the king of Hades, and now he made people half dead, and it was not easy for him to explain to the king of Hades.

Looking at the lifeless people on the ground, his anger dissipated, and he felt a lot more happy, but it was far from the point of relief.

"I let you go today, and I will cut you with a thousand knives in the coming day."

With a bang, the prison was closed tightly, and Li Chenyu was lying in a pool of blood, and a thin layer of ice gradually formed on his body.

"Morning Talk, Morning Talk."

"You must live, live well, live for me."

"Xiaoyu, don't lie on the ground, get up, get up."

There were voices in all directions, each sound familiar and unfamiliar to her.

"Dad, Mom, where are you, I miss you so much, I miss you so much," the woman ran towards the source of the sound in surprise.

"Where are you, please, come out, Chu Chuan, Chu Chuan." The woman stopped running, looked around with desperate eyes, tears poured out unsuspectingly, and she wept like a child without a home.

"What about people," Hades asked, sitting in his chair.

"I tortured her, please punish the king of Hades," Beiqi knelt on one knee and told the truth without any waves.

The few people standing next to him looked at each other with a clear expression, and someone asked, "What kind of punishment did you use?" This little effort will kill people half to death, and you should keep it to torture slowly, and work slowly and carefully. ”

The king of Hades on the throne said lightly: "What kind of punishment is inflicted." "He knows the relationship between Beiqi and the ghost slayer, and it is not surprising that Beiqi will torture him without authorization.

"Dig your heart," the mechanical voice said bloody.

Hearing this, the king of Hades narrowed his eyes, looked at the stele with a cold look, and a faint voice sounded: "Go down and receive the punishment." ”

"Yes," Beiqi saluted respectfully, got up and walked out.

Hades' gaze swept to everyone, stopping at a woman with a bewitching figure, who smiled coquettishly, "Hades commands to his heart's content, and the ghosts will not disobey your orders." ”

"You go to No. 1 A and bring people up, go and come back quickly."

"Yes," the ghost bent her knees, her eyebrows unconsciously threw at Hades, and glanced at the man sitting with a sideways motion, she pouted, and walked away with a cat's step.

In the gloomy cell, a ghost dressed in a gorgeous costume was staring at the people in the pool of blood, and a look of doubt flashed on his beautiful face.

She snorted dissatisfiedly, looked at the chain on the wall, and after seeing the rune paper on it, she took out the same one from the wide sleeved robe, and the pale fingertips were blood-red nails, Qianqianyu's hand waved lightly, and the yellow talisman between her fingers flew to the wall, and the chain fell to the ground with a clatter. (To be continued.) )