Eshua had a dream, in which he was tightly bound by chains, floating and sinking in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, and the other end of the chain was tied to the depths of the darkness, and there was a hand hidden in the darkness holding the chain, and Eshua could hear the hoarse and dry laughter of the owner of the hand, as if rubbing a piece of sandpaper. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info is that the voice of an old drunkard? What is he laughing at? Essho tried to make it, but a gel-like darkness poured into his mouth and nose, oppressing his five senses. He seemed to be drowning in the darkness.

What does it feel like to die? Esher used to be very close to death, so close that it was like a wild veneer dance. It was one night when he was seventeen years old, and the old drunkard threw him into a pen full of hungry wolves. The smell of fresh flesh spurred the bloodthirsty beasts, who pounced on Eshu with ferocity, and all night Exiu stood in the corner of the pen, constantly fighting the wolves that pounced. Several times the wolf's claws almost opened his lower abdomen, and the strong desire to survive made him more fierce than ever, even fierce, and he kept killing with his bare hands, killing like crazy. When Estheu used his last strength to tear open the jaw of a giant wolf, and lay down on the ground, thinking that he was about to be torn to pieces, he did not see the pounced beast, but the rising sun from the tall walls of the gladiatorial arena, the warm golden light met his eyes, and the old drunkard stood outside the beast pen and said lightly: "It's still a man from the Baranduk family." ”

In an instant, Eshu burst into tears, and then burst into tears.

It was the first time in nine years that Esher had shed tears, and he cried like a child, so fragile and so helpless, as if he had returned to the child who watched old Barandoke block the door of the house. His father's back stood in the skylit fire and faded away, and Eschu wanted to cry, but the old drunkard covered his mouth so deadly.

Essho struggled suddenly, a low roar came out of his throat, but it spread like thunder, and in an instant the darkness was torn apart, and a warm white light shone in, and a man stood in the vast light, his face blurred, but Eshu knew that he was smiling at himself.

"Father...... Kiss. Essiu muttered, the urge to cry again.

"I'm not your dad." A scoop of ice-cold water splashed on Eishu's face, and the person who splashed the water said slowly.

A biting chill pierced his mind, and Eishu came to his senses to find that his hands and feet were tied to the torture rack, and his body was torn into a twisted "big" character. Samael was beside him, and an iron nail as thick as a baby's arm pierced his chest and nailed him to a thorny cross, the lower part of which was stained with dried blood, but the withered man's eyes shone like a wolf's hideous light, like a ghostly fire in the torture chamber, illuminated only by an oil lamp.

"He's awake!" The shirtless sturdy man threw down the scoop and said loudly.

"One was nailed through the chest for a day and a night, and the other was poisoned by the highly toxic 'Blue Star' and could still wake up. Very interesting. Someone said slowly, he sat in a shadow that was not covered by the light, and the bloated outline of his body could be faintly seen, like a hill hidden in the night.

Samael raised his head and hissed, "The dignified gold and silver tiger left Sarion's business and came to the small torture room to serve me, I have a lot of face." ”

"yes, I think I have a lot of face." Schneider said lightly, "Heretics will go to great lengths to let you lie dormant by my side for ten years, just to cut off my right and left hands today." ”

"Plans have changed, so we have to do it early." Samael spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, "You should have died, Schneider." ”

"There are not a few people who want me to die." Schneider stood up and paced into the light. This gold and silver tiger crisscrossing the Pande mall is fat to the point of being called "burly", with large shoulders and round waist, but the muscles are not tight, and the fat under the cortex is turbulent when he walks. But his steps were as light as a cat, and the footsteps of such a heavy body landing on the ground were inaudible.

"My patience is limited," Schneider said as he reached out and grasped the nail and twisted it slowly, the sound of the rough pig iron tearing flesh was creepy. ”

"My life is also limited." The sharp pain almost tore open the parched face, but Samael still forced out a contemptuous smile, "Please." ”

Flutter!

Schneider pulled out the thick iron nail with his bare hands, but not much blood splattered out. Samael did not fall because he was pressed to the cross by Schneider. Schneider threw away the blood-rusted nail and plunged his hand into the terrible wound, as if groping for something. As if sensing the intention of the Golden and Silver Tiger, the face of the man, who was already already stubborn, suddenly showed a trace of fear: "You, what do you want to do?" ”

"In my early years on Fieldsway, I had the privilege of destroying an altar of heresy. There I saw something very interesting," Schneider's hand dug into his chest, and he grasped Samael's heart, his fingers gently scratching his heart muscle, and Samael lost his voice from the severe pain, and his eyes were clouded with terror. Schneider leaned close to his ear, a cruel and playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "There is a personal retinue of the high priest, he is skinny and skinny, but his strength is no less than that of a first-class martial artist. In order to protect the infidel, he fought to the death, and I took the lives of several of my henchmen to have his head removed. Out of curiosity and anger, I dissected his body, and guess what I found? ”

Laugh at! Schneider's fingers stabbed into Samael's heart, and with the force of his left hand, he choked Samael's screams in his throat, while his fingers continued to penetrate until a hard, rounded touch came from his fingertips, and he nodded with satisfaction, and caught the ball between his fingers: "When I was looking through ancient books, I once mentioned that the demons are always followed by skeleton retinues, and they are both servants and food for the demons. But the devil eats people's hearts for a living, how can he gnaw bones? But after dissecting that man, I understood," Schneider spat out a cold wind, "it turned out to be a demonic orb embedded in his heart, and that thing was like a maggot on the tarsal bones that sucked human blood, providing almost immortal vitality and great strength while making people more and more skinny day by day. But those people are so willing that they are almost addicted. Samael, I'm curious if it's the same fuchsia bead that I'm holding in my fingertips, can I take it out and look at it? ”

"Don't! Don't take it out! Samael kept pleading, he was no longer fierce and tough, like an old dog who had been pressed down on a chopping board, "I said, I said! ”

"Say what?" Schneider pulled his fingertips out a centimeter slightly.

"Trevor! Trevor Pendragon! He'll kill you! Samael cried out in despair.

"Who is he?" Another centimeter.

"I don't know! He's my connector, and I've revealed the whereabouts of Baron Griff and Miss Elfvan, and he's in charge of mobilizing the men! ”

"What else?" Schneider's fingertips were about to leave his heart.

"That's all I know! Please, sir, don't pull it out! ”

Kiss! Schneider withdrew his hand, a ball between his fingers, a thick layer of blood flowing strangely on its surface, and then seeping into the surface of the bead as if water had seeped into sand, no, not so much seeping, but swallowed by an invisible mouth, and a dark purple light flowed on the surface. Samael looked at Schneider in disbelief, his mouth as big as a dehydrated fish, and a series of muffled grunts rolled out of his throat.

"After ten years of following me, you still haven't become a good businessman." Schneider looked at Samael indifferently, "A businessman never does a loss-making business. ”