Yan Hua's performance all fell into the eyes of the prison guards who picked her up.

There was a hint of surprise in his almost all-black but blood-colored eyes.

But that little bit of emotion only passed in a flash, and then disappeared without a trace, and returned to dead silence.

The prison guard took Yan Hua here, stayed until the prisoner was pulled out again and his bones were broken, and then left.

Most of the people I saw on the road were prisoners with broken bones.

Yan Hua just glanced at it lightly and lost interest.

After this section, the prisoners in the next area looked even worse.

They, both men and women, were bound to the cross and subjected to the torture of the prison guards.

In the hands of the prison guards, they held steel needles the thickness of slender long chopsticks, and they were stabbing the steel needles through the bodies of the bound red angels again and again.

It wasn't until they fainted from blood loss and were splashed with a bucket of blood that their injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If one bucket doesn't work, then two buckets.

In short, after they have recovered on their own, the prison guards will continue this seemingly decompressing and boring work.

That's right, boring.

These two words were clearly written on the faces of the prison guards who were being tortured.

The guards who picked her up paused for a moment at the beginning of the area before continuing to walk inward with her.

Yan Hua looked at the prisoners who were sentenced thoughtfully.

Even if the red angel has a strong recovery ability and is tortured like this, I don't know how long it has been, it doesn't matter if he doesn't die, he can still recover quickly by being splashed with a bucket of blood.

This resilience is also terrifying.

When he walked to the next "hell" scene to watch, Yan Hua had a new understanding of the recovery ability of the red angel.

In front of him is broken bones and flesh, but in front of him is peeled skin.

He really peeled off the skin of the red angel and threw it into the pool of blood.

After those red angels entered the pool in a bloody paste, their skin grew out visibly and returned to their original appearance.

And those angel skins that were peeled off hung up like goods, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

After that, there are pluckers.

Seeing that those prisoners were like a group of helpless lambs who were being frothed, the corners of Yan Hua's mouth twitched, and his understanding of this ethnic group was deeper.

It turns out that they are not only ruthless to humans, but also to their own kind.

I don't know what crime these red angels have committed, and they are treated like tools of production.

The pain of being tortured is already like eighteen layers of hell, but I don't want them to be "wasted", using their skins and feathers as goods.

......

I saw all kinds of cruel punishments along the way, but the prison guard deliberately paused to let her see clearly, Yan Hua's face was inconvenient, but the color of her eyes was almost the same as that of the prison guard.

As the guards descended the sixth floor, the guards took her to register again and locked her up in a private room.

All the prisoners on this floor live in a single room, and the reason doesn't need to be explained by anyone, Yan Hua just walked and understood.

On the way to her room, whenever she passed a small cubicle, she would coldly stretch out a hand and attack her.

Seeing that there was no sneak attack, there would even be people scolding and scolding that they must kill her.

Yan Hua was unmoved, and when those sneak claws came out, she avoided them without hurrying.

If she really can't avoid it, she will directly kick out and kick off the claws that grabbed fiercely.

The ferocity is no worse than these old fritters.

Her indifferent yet arrogant attitude aroused the resentment of the prisoners, who were clamoring for her to be killed.

The prison guard who picked her up only glanced at her, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then there was no more.

His attitude is that there is no attitude at all.

When Yan Hua was settled, the prison guard only turned on a miniature terminal screen in her room.

It has a list of rules to follow, as well as a timeline for what to do and when.

The prison guard didn't have the desire to open his mouth to communicate with Yan Hua, and he didn't care if she looked at the thing or not, so he untied the handcuffs, replaced them with chains and shackles like dog chains in the cell, handcuffed her here, and then left on his own.

Yan Hua: ......

Yan Hua didn't mean to make a fuss, so he simply didn't bother with the prison guards, and turned his head to look at the content on the screen.

She slid her fingers across the screen, and found that the small screen could only read rules and schedules, and nothing else.

If you want to do something with this small screen, I'm afraid it can't be realized.

And there is a bright monitoring on the small screen, and she can't keep tinkering with anything here.

It's not good to be a newcomer, it's too eye-catching.

Yan Hua roughly glanced at the regulations, glanced at the timetable, wrote down the contents on it, turned around and walked towards the bed.

The bed was fairly clean, a bit like an iron frame bed in the seventies and eighties, and the bedding on it was very thin, so there was no strange smell, and it was barely usable.

There is a shabby curtain in the corner, and there is a dirty and smelly bucket behind the curtain, which must be considered a toilet.

There are two file boxes under the bed, which are probably for miscellaneous items.

Other than that, there was nothing else in such a small cubicle, simple enough to call it rudimentary.

Yan Hua couldn't help but think of the prison in the interstellar era and shook his head.

There is too much difference in treatment.

The interstellar prison is still very humane to the prisoners, and many bastards who can't afford to eat and live in the slums refuse to come out in order to be able to have no worries about food and clothing inside.

Later, there were changes in the regulations that put a stop to this phenomenon of "overcrowding".

At present, the configuration of this cell cannot be compared with the interstellar prison, even before the end of the world.

After looking around, familiarizing herself with the environment, and making sure that she would not be tossed today, Yan Hua simply turned over and lay on the bed, doing everything she could to replenish her physical and mental strength.

She is not really feathered, but after the number of temporary hybrid points has been enough to draw a wave of treasure chests, after drawing 0.1 resurrection fragments, 3 stand-in fragments, and 5 original world information fragments, she also drew a lot of bits and pieces.

One of them, a booklet like a pamphlet left by Alice III, is a benefit that came from this time.

The pamphlet also belonged to the royal family of the Red Angels, but it was probably long since lost.

Otherwise, she shouldn't be able to pull it out.

This method of feathering almost with a fake and real and temporarily turning oneself into a red angel is recorded in it.

It describes how to do this, as well as the pros and cons.

In particular, the side effects are written in great detail.

Yan Hua didn't care about it after reading it.

This method cannot truly become a red angel, and the price of this mutation is to shorten the user's lifespan extremely quickly.

According to Yan Hua's conservative estimate, she is afraid that maintaining this posture for three months is the limit.

Even if she was released from the abnormal state in less than three months, she would become extremely weak, and she should ......, and she would not live for a few years.

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