There's a word called droplet stone wearing!

Even if it is a hard stone, if it is constantly being dropped by drops of water, it will eventually be penetrated.

So what is harder, skull or stone?

Undoubtedly, it is the stone.

Even the water droplets that can drip through the stones, the skull can't bear it at all, and it's only a matter of time before it's penetrated.

The maid's skull, thinner, thinner.

That kind of pain is becoming more and more intense, more and more uncomfortable, and every second of every day is an unbearable torment and pain for this maid.

Every day the maid felt that the pain she endured was the worst, but the next day, that pain would become even more intense than today.

The maid screamed all day long, her limbs moving, frantically tearing at her clothes, scratching her skin, and covered in blood.

She tried to bite off her tongue to kill herself, but she was gagged.

She didn't want to eat, she would rather starve to death, but someone pried open her mouth and forced food down her throat.

She had to live, and only by living to endure that pain would the most cruel man feel pleasure.

Every time, the people who came to watch with the king were frightened by this picture.

But the king looked at those people, it was a complete mockery, these idiots, they don't know what the real essence is, that day will come soon.

In order to prevent the slave from harming himself, the slave's hands and feet were tied with iron chains and tied behind their backs.

The wounds on the body were also carefully smeared with ointment.

The executioner, on the other hand, was always paying attention to the thickness of the skull, and he knew very well that if he let the king miss the most wonderful moment, his fate would not be much better than that of this maid.

The maid's voice had become hoarse, and she could only let out a burst of screams like a sad loss of soul.

Empty.

The pain had numbed her.

This pain lasted for more than a year, and when the snow came, the king appeared in front of the maid again to watch the most wonderful picture.

A drop of water dripped down and landed gently on the skull as thin as a cicada's wings.

The skull could no longer withstand that kind of impact, cracked.

Click......

That one voice, so crisp that it was almost inaudible.

But at that time, there was not the slightest sound in the cell.

Everyone heard that sound.

The droplets continued to fall, falling into the brain tissue inside the skull, dark red flesh, and when the droplets fell directly on the brain, no one could imagine what kind of pain it was.

Even so, the maid was still not dead, she was screaming miserably, longing for death, this kind of torture was worse than death.

But...... The king is not such a kind person, he will not be kind enough to give this woman death.

The water droplets kept dripping, and the brain was flooded.

It's really flooded.

The droplets slowly drip through the brain, which is still a long process, but it will be shorter than piercing the skull.

During this whole process, the king would not allow this woman to die.

Until this woman, whose brain tissue was completely destroyed by water droplets, turned into an idiot who couldn't even speak except screaming.

About half a year or so passed, and this woman slowly died.

This punishment lasted for about a year and a half, and the woman finally died, ending the cruelest suffering in the world.

I was just watching, but the pain seemed to come to me.

When the woman died, the scene ended.

Then I found myself completely cold all over my body, and my body was completely permeated by cold sweat.

Man, where is the limit of cruelty?

Even if it's that heinous murderer, I've never seen such a cruel guy, that man, simply the most brutal thug in the world.

How could a normal human being have such cruel thoughts in his head.

It turned out that the skeleton was not the skeleton of the man, but the skeleton of the maid who was under punishment.

The doubts in my heart have finally been solved.

My throat was gasping for breath.

It was all in a trance, and after a long time, I finally recovered a little.

And then I soon realized that something wasn't quite right.

I wanted to raise my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead, but suddenly I found that my arm couldn't move at all, as if it was bound by something, and it shook a little, rattling, it was the sound of metal clashing.

Moreover, my body does not seem to be standing, but sitting somewhere.

Suddenly, I finally found out.

I sat in that chair and followed