"The police have found all your information, you are the zombie killer, right? Also, the one that died, it's called the Dry Corpse Killer, how about it, is there anything wrong with what I said? Lin Mu asked with a sneer. (Starter)

"You, you are the legendary mercenary king of the North African plains......

"It's good to know," Lin Mu interrupted him coldly, "Tell me personally, you're willing to answer all my questions!" ”

The zombie killer was silent, his eyes staring at Lin Mu, Lin Mu was also silent, but his eyes were like two sharp swords, exuding a terrifying light! In that lightning-like light, a layer of silver-gray brilliance suddenly emitted, freezing all the willpower of the zombie killer.

In this layer of silver-gray light, the zombie killer suddenly fell into confusion, as if he had entered a dream, or that dream was also real, because he suddenly found himself tied to a hard torture platform by him like a brown child, with a raging fire under his feet, and in the hand of Lin Mu, he held a dagger burning with flames!

The dagger had already cut bloody cuts into his flesh, like red and white zebra crossings!

At this time, the guy in front of him was piercing a bamboo stick into his fingers one by one, first the index finger, then the middle finger, the little finger, and finally the thumb, and with each piercing, the zombie let out a wail!

"Please... Spare me..."

"It's late..."

Poof, the nail cover of the index finger was pulled off alive, and before there was time to scream more violently, the second nail cap was pulled off again, followed by the third...... The zombie killer fainted in pain......

Wow, a basin of cold water woke him up,

"Let me die quickly!" The zombie cried, "Please! ”

He really regretted that he had grown ten more fingers, it was better to chop them off with a kitchen knife earlier, in fact, for a cruel torturer, every part of his body was a burden!

Because the other party is like a devil, no, he is almost a complete devil who can drink blood and remove bones!

At this time, there was a cruel sadistic smile in the devil's eyes, he did not speak, but a voice seemed to pass from his head, "Yes, you will die, but we wolf fangs have a kind of murderous performance art, I want to rehearse it on you, and besides, I want to teach you how to appreciate the beauty of death!" ”

"Dead... Aesthetic feeling? The zombie killer felt a chill in his heart, "Wolf Fang... Mercenary organizations... Sure enough, as the legend goes... That changes. State... No... A little bit of humanity..."

"Thanks for the compliment!" The voice sneered, "Now, let's get started!" ”

The sound of hot iron burning on the flesh gave off an unpleasant burnt smell, and the zombie killer knew that the smell was coming from his bare back, so he let out a terrible howl again!

"No~~" The zombie killer raised his head twistedly, and under the domination of the intense pain, he persevered for half a minute, and finally lost his body and fell down heavily, like a half-slaughtered livestock, quietly waiting for death to come.

And the devil caressed the only intact skin on his chest, "Well, death is a painful process, so you have to be a spectator, or you won't be able to discover the cruel aesthetic realm in it!" ”

The zombie killer no longer speaks, and no longer begs for mercy, he knows that for the devil in front of him, his * is just an object for his amusement, and the more he struggles, the more he begs for mercy, and the more he wails, the more fun he will add to them, make the process of his death more fun, and thus make himself more painful!

So he stopped struggling, no longer begging for mercy, no longer wailing, he even cooperated with the other party, raised his forehead, and appreciated the process of being abused!

He finally learned to appreciate the process of death, and the devil was satisfied with his progress, so the next step was to delve deeper into more mysteries in his body, so the devil took out a sharp knife again, and the zombie killer was still awake at this time, and he recognized that the blade was Gillette brand, in the small market in Guancheng, this was the sharpest blade, but it was cheap, only three yuan a piece, thin, black, flashing with the color of death.

Wow, it was the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh, it hurt, but One-Eye couldn't make a full sound at this time, because his throat had just been burned by a cigarette, and there was a black cigarette butt left on the red fresh meat.

"I am sorry not to hear your *mourning,'" the devil seemed to regret a little, "but it is also a supreme pleasure to enjoy your convulsive dance!" Now, do you understand the ultimate aesthetics of death? ”

The zombie killer nodded, which means that he understands, he understands that this is a reincarnation, the killer only has two choices, kill and be killed, he used to kill, and now he is killed, so, this is his final destination!

So he silently watched as the Gillette blade cut through every piece of flesh on his chest and cut it into thin pieces, and he watched as the devil gently tore the cut skin from him, revealing the red flesh, and he didn't shout, because he couldn't shout, he didn't move, because he was already exhausted!

But strangely enough, when he watched the devil plunge a slender needle into his abdomen and draw a needle of blood, he did not feel much pain, but only with a fear of atonement; As he watched the devil pull his ten fingers into a strange hundred and eighty degrees with his clamp, he felt no pain, only a fatalistic fear; As he watched the devil leave a comical black hole in his navel with his chrome head, he felt no pain, but a sense of relief; He watched as the devil broke his ribs one by one with a long iron rod, and he still didn't feel the pain, just the extreme, soul-piercing fear!

"You know what? This qiē is to help you get rid of your filthy* and soul from this sinful world as soon as possible, you must know that the original sin in this world comes from the mutual killing and abuse between different souls, and only death is the liberation and liberation of all original sins in the world! ”

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"Am I dreaming? Can this qiē finally come to an end? Why am I always soberly enduring this unbearable* torture? But you didn't feel much pain? But only to feel inexplicable humiliation and endless fear? ”

The zombie killer muttered to himself, as if he had been evacuated, without a trace of strength.

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