It was like a giant python entrenched around its neck, wrapping it tighter and tighter, unable to make a sound when it opened its mouth, and even breathing became extremely difficult, and the rough scales of the serpent rose and fell up and down, opening and closing to scrape the skin, and gasping for breath condensed into solids one by one.

Zhao Ji shivered all over. He had never felt so terrified.

The Flying Ray looked up.

His eyes were empty, cloudy, a gray-green nothingness.

Maybe he once had a time of vitality and beauty, but at this moment the vitality has left him, and at this moment there is only death, twilight, and corruption.

His face was unrecognizable – the word disfigurement was not enough to describe him.

When Zhao Ji saw his face, two words came to mind: hell.

It was as if it had been scratched and bitten by a wild beast thousands of times before it became such a terrible scene: the skin and flesh were open, bright red and black, and the flesh and blood became small flowers one by one, which were turned outward, and at a glance, the whole face seemed to absorb countless bright red mouths, and they gathered together, opened to breathe, breathe.

The horror is cruel to the extreme.

Zhao Ji couldn't stand it, and almost turned his head in a panic, wanting to look to the side. The movement of his head was very loud, and the flying dragon could feel it, so he simply took a step forward to catch him, came to him, and asked slowly, "What?

Zhao Ji was so frightened that the three souls lost their six souls, and struggled desperately: "Let's go-"

He said a word and didn't continue.

Because he saw the face of the flying dragon wrinkled and twisted, and the flesh trembled like worms! He began, he began to be hysterical—he was afraid of him hysteria!

"What has become of me? Tell me!" he slammed into Zhao Ji's face, and a stench of corruption rushed to Zhao Ji's face, "I'm terrible now, am I? I'm ugly, scary, isn't I?" His voice was hoarse and trembling, and it was the pungent smoke from the coke, which made people feel unbearable. He cried out in grief: "You don't recognize me, stupid apprentice! my apprentices don't want to admit me, I'm a monster—"

He yelled and screamed, like a skinned pangolin, writhing in pain, he threw Zhao Ji aside before Wang Liefeng could make a move, and then whimpered and cried!

Then he began to tear the armor off his body!

The flying dragon tore off the parts of his body one by one, screaming and crying hoarsely as he went, his armor seemed to be glued to his skin, as if it had long since become one, and as he tore them off, he tore off the festering and perhaps long lost skin, tearing out pink strands that felt like a synesthetic ache. Hood, mask, phoenix wings, eyebrows, collar, shoulder swallow, arm, arm, breastplate, belly, waist. He tore off the armor of his upper body piece by piece, tore it off, twisted it off, threw it aside, threw it to the ground, and the various parts of the armor with large pieces of flesh and blood collided with each other, clanging and ringing, like a death knell knocking and knocking, thrilling, terrifying!

At this moment, it is like the last step of forging a sword, and the red-hot sword is struck to make it finally take shape.

Zhao Ji sat on the ground, gasping for breath, he trembled, and the whole person still didn't come back to his senses, as if he had just returned from a trip to the underworld.

Wang Liefeng walked quickly in front of him, blocked in front of Feiyu, and asked him, "Your Highness, are you okay?"

Zhao Ji barely calmed down a little, nodded with a pale face, and said in a low voice: "Don't make a move, try to stabilize his ......"

Wang Liefeng frowned and said, "Okay." ”

Feiwei suddenly stopped crying, sobbed and said sadly, "I'm not crazy...... I also know who I am. I know what's going on with me...... I just suddenly woke up. ”

Outside, the jailer had four buckets of water, and those who did not have buckets soaked the clothes left by the prisoners in water, and swarmed in, and the fire rushed to the face, so they grabbed the water of the others and splashed it, and a fire creaked, and the sparks splashed and burst, and the sound of the wind shuttled through it, and for a time hundreds of thousands of sounds sounded in it, and there was everything, and suddenly became dumb, and the next one immediately squeezed over, and then splashed again—the fire was limited and the water was continuous, and the fire suddenly became a lot smaller, and it must have been extinguished soon.

"I've been tortured a lot, but unfortunately I didn't die. I was poured wine, and the wine was good wine, but more than a dozen jars of belly, and then trampled on my abdomen, and then poured and stepped on the water until the seven holes flowed, that feeling was not pleasant, and it was not better to live than to die. I was tied into a bundle and fixed to the ground, and the chariots and horses kept passing me, and my vertebrae were broken, but I still did not die, and even poured a new bone with iron, and attached this armor, the whole armor was not used to wear, but welded to me, and the emperor deliberately chose a large armor, so that every time I moved, the flesh and skin were implicated and rubbed, and the old wounds were cracked, and they were cracked again and again. Iron still rusts, you know? Whenever it rains outside, I feel pain, and even my breath smells of rust, and I'm rusting little by little.

"I have no legs, my lower body is empty, only armor, no legs. They were connected to my body. He blinded me, nullified my martial arts, and ruined my entire lower body. Knowing that I would not die, he ordered the lower half of my body to be cut off piece by piece, until the bones were left, and even the bones were scraped off little by little, leaving two tendons. The first time I saw the so-called tendon entity, it was in this way, and I only felt pain. Then he had the legs made, jointed and movable, and then the molten iron was poured into them, and they were poured so tightly that no one was missing, like armor. When it was finished, I passed out. When I woke up, I didn't feel any pain. But I knew it was festering, it was melting, it was stenching, it was tormenting what little senses I had left, but if I wanted to sever my legs, I would have to cut myself in half.

"Instead of doing that, I controlled every muscle in my body so that I could walk upright, and finally, I did...... He tortured me like this, locked me up here, hoping that I would die one day, but when he died, I didn't. He hated me like this, but he died before I did—maybe more people hated him, maybe he hated me more than he hated me.

Wang Liefeng listened with a tense face.

Although Zhao Ji didn't know the specific process, he also felt a sense of horror with nausea.

And all these things were done by his late father.