"What's wrong?" I thought something was wrong and hurriedly jumped on it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info saw that the senior sister was staring at the person who was standing straight, covering her mouth with one hand.

I followed her gaze and didn't find anything terrible. At this time, the senior sister raised her hand, her fingertips trembled slightly, and pointed to the man's mouth.

I looked at it suspiciously, and found that the man seemed to have a small stick stuck in his mouth, and it was no wonder that his neck was tilted at such an angle. Yu Guang then swept down, suddenly stunned, and couldn't help but gasp, instantly understanding the reason why the senior sister exclaimed just now.

It turned out that the leg standing upright on the ground was not a leg at all, but the iron rod that came in from the mouth, entered from the throat, came out of the **, and wore the man alive on the stick!

Oh my God, what kind of torture is this?! Even the worst sinners in the world wouldn't be tortured like this, would they?

At this time, the senior sister suddenly said: "In medieval Europe, the Inquisition usually used this kind of punishment to punish those disobedient infidels, they nailed the infidels to iron stakes, and the pagans' bodies would sink with gravity, and they would have been suffering inhumanely, and this state could last for at least three days. ”

I quickly glanced back, not only did I feel a chill down my spine: "Is it ...... Is this really eighteen layers of hell? ”

The senior sister was noncommittal: "No, it's almost the same." Then look down.

Although I was already mentally prepared after this section, when I saw the next painting, I was taken aback and my hairs immediately stood on end.

It was a slaughterhouse-like place, and the four imps each held down a man's limbs and pressed him with his back up to the ground. Behind the man, there was a crane about two people high, on which hung a sturdy rope, one end of which was connected to the hand-cranked instrument on the ground, and next to the instrument was a little ghost with a funny smile on his head, holding the hand-crank handle and shaking it up happily.

At the other end of the rope hung a hook that was now hooked into a bloody intestine. That's right, that intestine was pulled out of the ** of the man who was pressed to the ground. Every time the little ghost next to the instrument shook the handle, the man on the ground groaned in pain, and the intestines in the ** were pulled out by an inch and hung on the hanging wheel.

Looking at this bloody scene, my head couldn't help but dizzy, and the picture in front of me seemed to have become a coherent animation, and the man's terrible screams resounded in my ears.

I couldn't find any words to describe the mood at that time, so I looked at my sister blankly and found that she was standing below me, her eyes glued to the painting on the wall, and her two thin eyebrows tightly entangled.

I moved down mechanically, and my heart felt like a huge stone had been crushed, uncomfortable and disgusting.

The painting depicts a woman hanging upside down on something like a horizontal bar, with her legs wide apart, ropes tied around her ankles, and two imps standing next to her, each holding a flowering pear, a saw head, and sharp-nosed pliers, as if to test them on this unlucky woman.

But the most scalp-numbing thing is that in this woman's pussy, there is a huge laughing tongs upside down, and blood flows down the woman's stomach all over the body. Next to her, there are two little ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, one of whom holds one leg of the pliers, and makes a hard pressing motion on both sides. It is conceivable that after a long time, the part of the laughing pliers inserted into the woman's ** will tear the woman's pussy apart.

At this time, the senior sister suddenly moved down a few steps quickly, and I jumped down with it, and there was also a woman painted on the wall behind me.

Her limbs were completely open, four nails nailed to her hands and ankles, pinning her to the wall, blood spreading like a spread net under the woman. Between the woman's legs, there was a grinning imp kneeling, looking up and stuffing a glass ball like a light bulb into the woman's pussy, and the other imp was standing next to the woman, holding an iron rod in his hand, his mouth was open with a twisted expression, and the raised iron rod was aimed at the woman's abdomen.

The woman, on the other hand, had an expression of extreme horror, her eyes protruding exaggeratedly, her mouth open enough to fit a man's fist, and her heart-rending screams almost rang in her ears.

I was stunned for a moment, puzzled, "What are they doing?" ”

The senior sister said, "They stuffed the incandescent lamp into the ...... In that place, and then hit the woman's lower abdomen with an iron rod, the light bulb will burst in the womb, which is a hundred or a thousand times more painful than directly hurting that place. ”

I was taken aback, I couldn't imagine how there could be such cruel torture in the world, the back of my head tightened, and my heart was depressed and disgusting.

There are many more such paintings in the back, but I don't want to look at them anymore, I just want to get out of this place as quickly as possible, even if it leads to the center of the underground.

It was then that I suddenly realized that the pagans in the painting were all naked adult men and women, and no less than sixty years of age. Because I noticed that they had noticeable wrinkles on their necks and foreheads, and that the curves of their muscles were shriveled and flabby.

Although these sketches are simple, the handling of details is extremely delicate, so it will give people a sense of immersion.

I couldn't help but ask, "Why are all these tortured old people?" ”

"Original sin." "Christ believed that man is born sinful, and that the old man and the infant are the closest to death and the closest to new birth, with a large amount of original sin in their bodies, and only through torture can the soul be redeemed. If I'm not mistaken, the main character in the painting is a newborn baby. ”

"Christ?" I wondered, "How can there be any foreigner stuff here?" ”

The senior sister thought for a moment and said: "The Middle Ages was a catastrophic era in European history, and it is unknown whether foreigners fled to China in order to take refuge. If you want to know the real reason, let's go. The senior sister said, habitually tilting her head downward.

We stopped stopping, just swept the paintings in a glimpse, and after a few turns, the protagonists in the paintings were indeed babies under a month, and the punishment imposed on them was even more cruel.

Even after a few glances, my body and mind were still shocked, and I wanted to find a topic to distract myself quickly, otherwise I would really go crazy.

I casually asked, "Senior sister, you seem to have studied medieval Europe very well, have you ever been to Europe after separating from me?" ”

Senior sister glanced back at me and said something that almost made me bite the tip of my tongue: "I haven't been to Europe, but there are a lot of foreign tombs." (To be continued.) )