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As soon as I heard this person's words, I learned that the Japanese monk who stirred the Yangtze River Feng Shui Bureau and fought with me was originally called Tomoo Wayama.

I became more and more sure that this man, like me, had come in from outside the ghost realm. I asked him, how long have you been here?

The man said: "I can't say this, the ghost realm is not the same as the time in reality. It's hard to say about the real world outside, but in this ghost realm, I've counted it, and it's been locked up for a year. ”

"What's that? A year?! "A cool breeze runs through the back of my neck.

The man: "yes, in this basement. I haven't seen the sky outside for at least a year, and I really miss it. ”

His tone was not frightened or desperate, but there was a kind of playful exclamation that made me feel the urge to beat him.

"Then why don't you want to get out?" I asked.

The man said: "Nonsense, how can I not go out if I can get out, you think I want to stay in this hellish place, and I'm not a masochist." ”

The lock of the door rang, and the man said, "If you don't want to be sinned, keep your mouth shut." ”

The door opened, and someone came in in the dark, and the man turned on the light, and there was some faint light in the basement, and the person who came in was none other than the homeless clown, who was carrying a suitcase that resembled a surgical kit.

The man I was talking to had gone back into a dark corner and was out of sight.

The clown stepped down the steps and placed the surgical bag on the table. He looked at me with a smile, then at the corner where the man was hiding, and said with a smile, "We had a good conversation." ”

I said, "You're spying on us? ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the man in the dark sighed: "I have made you talk less." ”

The clown laughed and said to the man, "You're still smart." The clown looked at me, "I'm going to punish you." ”

My heart was pounding, my teeth were a little chattering, I had never been afraid of anyone when I was so big, I was killed by the Thai black-clothed wizard Azan Boon Lok, and I was never so afraid when I was dying. This clown is like a man who has crawled out of a nightmare, and at the sight of him instinctively disgust and fear.

The clown waved at me and motioned to pass. I've figured out a strategy, don't disobey him, live as much as possible, for this goal, I can do without my face. But now there was a third person in the basement, and I couldn't hold my face and wanted to maintain my dignity.

The clown waved at me again, saying, "You've wasted three seconds on me, and if I am asked to wave a third time, then I'll have to consider chopping your hand." ”

Xiao Ai said in his heart: "Master, if you lose your hand here, you will not have it when you return to reality, you hurry over!" ”

I was shocked, and I had no choice but to go over slowly.

The chains were designed to be just the right length to walk to the table, and the clown gentlemanly dragged away a chair for me to sit on.

After sitting down, he asked me to hold out my right hand. I begged bitterly, will you let me go?

The clown laughed: "Hurry up, be obedient, I won't hurt you too much." ”

By this time I had lost the desire to resist and extended my right hand to him. The clown opened the surgical bag and took out a long cloth bag, which, when opened, was filled with rows of needles of various lengths. He picked out a needle the length of his middle finger and suddenly stabbed it into the back of my hand with lightning speed. Before I could react, the long needle passed through my palm and pinned my right hand tightly to the table.

I screamed, and the clown took out a second needle and continued to insert it into the back of my hand, he was very skillful, and he recognized the acupoints very accurately, which made me die of pain and live, and I didn't see the blood come out, and after a while, the back of my hand was like a hedgehog's back.

I was covered in cold sweat, my whole body twitched in pain, my lips turned white, and I felt dizzy in front of my eyes.

The clown flicked the needles with his fingers, and every slight tremor was killing me. He took out a small red notebook, opened it, and recorded it with a pen: "If I move a needle in a while, you will tell me the pain index." Oh, let me explain to you, what is the pain index, from 1-10, 1 is not painful at all, 10 is painful. You're going to tell me exactly. ”

He moved the first needle, and I trembled and said, "Six." ”

He nodded in satisfaction, wrote something in his notebook, and then pulled out the needle and moved on to the second one. In this way, he asked me about the pain level, and then he pulled out the needles, and the whole process took about half an hour, and finally the needles were pulled out. By the end of the process, I was almost prostrated and slumped in my chair, as if I had run a five-kilometer trail run.

The clown looked at me with a smile: "How's it going, isn't it cool?" ”

I scolded you in my heart, but I couldn't let him hear this, I lowered my head and was silent.

The clown seemed to be able to read minds, and said, "You don't need to slander me, you should thank me." Do you feel particularly comfortable right now, with a hearty feeling of refreshment? You know, I've been here for a long time, I used to be bored every day, people have become degenerate, and then one day, I put a cigarette butt on my arm, and the pain made me feel alive again, and it made me focus. I'm going to do a study specifically, a discipline that specializes in suffering. You're just going to be there, and I'll show you the pain machine I've made in a moment. ”

I was so scared that I was sweating again: "Don't, don't, I'm not going to try." ”

"Even if you want to try, I won't give you a try." The clown smiled and looked into the dark corner: "He's my first test subject, he's the best guinea pig I've ever seen, and it's your turn when he's dead." ”

My mind was buzzing, but I was glad that there was someone in my way.

The clown said, "Don't sleep tonight, I'll show you the pain machine I made, it's a rare invention in the world." ”

He packed his surgical bag, walked out slowly, and turned off the lights.

I slumped in the chair, my throat moved, but not to mention, I really have a feeling of comfort and fatigue after a lot of exercise, in addition to the back of my hand is still a little painful, the whole body is as comfortable as if I have become an immortal, it seems that the toxins in my body are discharged with sweating.

I don't want to move.

At this moment, the man's voice came from the darkness: "Hey, you're going to get addicted." ”

"What?" I asked.

"Pain is addictive." "Or rather, physical pain is addictive," he said. ”

"You're quite experienced." I say.

He smiled: "I have been suffering since I was born, and until now, there is hardly a time to rest. When pain becomes the norm, it will be less painful, and you must learn to find pleasure in pain. But the problem is that after you find fun, you will find that the pain is even more painful. ”

"What the hell, are you talking about slipping through the cracks?"

"Tonight, I'd like to try the pain machine." The man said.

"You're such a pervert." I sarcastically mocked him.

The man: "Perhaps, I also want to know if there is any pain in this world that I have not been exposed to so far." ”

"Who the hell are you?" I asked.

"Don't you know there's surveillance," the man said, "and he can hear all the conversations between you and me." ”

He stopped talking and hid in the darkness.

I was so tired that I didn't bother to talk to him, and I sat down in my chair and fell asleep. I don't know when I fell asleep, suddenly my mouth hurt, the whole person fell off the chair, opened his eyes and saw the clown coming, he laughed and scolded: "Is this chair for you to sleep on?" ”

I rolled and crawled back to the pillar.

The clown brought a machine, like a large hat, with many suckers with black threads underneath, there were hundreds, and it shook and rattled, like the characteristic hat of some ethnic minority.

The clown beckoned to the man in the dark: "Come on." ”

The man slowly walked out of the darkness, the sound of chains dragging behind him, and I watched him intently, and when he appeared, I froze.

He is bald and has a bit of a baby face, which is a stark contrast to the vicissitudes of his face. With a cynical smile on his face, he walked up to the clown as if he didn't care.

My teeth rattle, he was none other than Jieling!

"Solution, solution...... It's you?! I said in surprise.

Xie Ling's eyes widened, and he turned to me and said, "Don't call me a broken name, little brother." Do you know me? ”

I've dealt with him several times, but it's proven to be a fake. So is the bell in front of you real or false? He obviously doesn't know me, which means that he is not the fake Jieling I know, but his good identity can't be confirmed, because everything that is happening at this moment is in the ghost realm, which is a bit unbelievable.

Suddenly I realized a problem, a possibility, the reason why Xie Ling has not been found for so long, no one knows his whereabouts, could it be because he is trapped in the ghost realm?

I heard Erlong say about the eight generals, his master Xie Ling is a very capable person, how can such a character be trapped in the ghost realm and can't get out? It made me doubt his identity.

The clown looked up at him: "Your name is Jieling?" ”

Xie Ling sighed: "I've been here for so long and I've been incognito, but I didn't expect it to be unintentionally broken. ”

The clown said, "No matter what your name is, you're going to try my pain machine today." ”

Xie Ling smiled: "I'm really looking forward to it." ”