The snow marks woke up slowly.

It was a cell with a sturdy iron barred door, a small skylight, and a room full of torture instruments.

The snow marks are fixed to a cross-shaped shelf. He heard a rustling sound behind him, but couldn't look back behind him.

"Are you awake?" a hoarse voice came from behind him.

"Who are you? Where am I? How long have I been unconscious?"

"Hehe, you have too many questions, which one should I answer?"

"Are you feeling better?" the husky man didn't answer the question, but asked Snow Mark a question first.

Snow Scar felt it for a moment, as if the altitude sickness of exhaustion of his mental power was gone, and he now wanted to breathe as smoothly and feel good as in the real world, except for being tied to the cross and losing his freedom.

He raised his hand and found that both hands were there, he was fully recovered, and all the previous injuries were gone.

"Of course it feels good, I just gave you a mental recovery potion so that you don't run out of mental power in Jerusalem and die. This is a very expensive drug. ”

Could it be that he was rescued? Xueji's heart was relieved, and it seemed that there were still good people in Jerusalem. But why was he tied to the cross?

"You...... Why?"

Behind him came the sound of bottles and cans. The man walked around the cross and walked over to the snow marks.

He wears the religious garb of the Protestant Church. Judging by the emblem on the neckline, it was a priest.

Snowmark's heart sank again. This religious garment, he had seen, the same clothes worn by the Protestant people who appeared on the rostrum before the introductory trial began.

Judging by the reaction from the people on the podium at that time, the Protestant man was supposed to be the administrator of Jerusalem, just like the military police in his homeland.

Will they save themselves?

"I am Sarai, the torturer of the Hand of the New Gods. "The man's face was covered with smallpox scars, and it was a very ugly face.

He unfolded a soft cloth wrap on the small table in front of Snow Marks, and as he slowly unfolded, it revealed shiny metal scissors, files, tweezers, and other objects.

"You are now in the torture chamber of the Jerusalem dungeon. ”

Saraj proceeded to unwrap the package, revealing a bone saw, spikes, a soldering iron, and a small vial containing an unknown liquid.

"And the reason why I have given you valuable mental recovery drugs is because so that you will not fall into a coma and die in the process of torture, these drugs can not only restore mental power, but also enhance your physical fitness, but the pain will not be diminished - you know what? When human beings are suffering great pain, the body instinctively stops functioning, such as coma, in order to protect the brain from damage. But this is the last thing our interrogators want to see. ”

In front of Xueji, there are already all kinds of torture instruments, which is simply an exhibition of torture instruments.

Sure enough, none of these people had any good intentions.

Snow Scar tried to mobilize the telekinesis to form a hard force on the surface of the body, but it couldn't do it at all, and the ever-present telekinesis was as if it had never existed at this time.

And since the last time the gods returned to the north, they had entered a state of dormancy.

"Don't try to use telekinesis, even if you are in this dungeon, you can't use telekinesis, because here is another legacy of the gods, a treasure that guards this Jerusalem. It can suppress all mental abilities. ”

Sure enough, Snow Scar's attempt to summon the power of Nian Shen's return to the north was also to no avail.

Saraj smiled, and he smiled like an old merchant with a lot of money.

"Answer my question, and you won't have to suffer like this. What kind of cheater are you, who are you instructed by, and what is your purpose?"

Snow Marks was stunned when asked, what cheater?

"I'm not a cheater, I don't know what you're talking about!"

"The tattoo on your back is a sign of cheaters that every cheater who enters Jerusalem will be marked with this mark. Do you still want to deny it?"

"I really don't know what you're talking about, I don't have a tattoo on my back!"

Snow Scar couldn't see his back, so he didn't know about the tattoo on his back.

Saraj smiled and nodded, "Why am I not surprised by your answer at all?"

The sharp cone pierces through the chest of the snow mark, like a screw screwed into the body.

Pain in the heart.

An hour later, outside the cell, the guards were sweating profusely.

The interrogation room had been tortured for more than an hour, and the beastly howls came from time to time, it was Snow Marks being tortured, and Snow Marks had endured more than an hour of painful torture, but it was the same for them, they had never endured such a long period of mental torture.

Just listening to the voices inside, you know the cruelty of those tortures, ordinary people have already surrendered, but they don't know what is wrong with this child, they just refuse to confess.

In the interrogation room, Saraj had already used most of the torture equipment, and Snow Marks had been tortured to death, but every time he endured the pain, he calmly explained that he was not a cheater - you were mistaken.

Even Saraj was a little surprised, and at some point, he really hesitated for a moment: could it really be a mistake?

But he immediately dismissed the idea.

It can't be, this is an order from the Pope himself, and the tattoo behind his back is also ironclad. He's definitely a cheater, he's just holding on.

So the calmer Snow Marks explained, the more Saraj intensified.

Snow Scar was angry, and now he has completely understood that he has fallen into this ugly trap: as an ordinary person, he has won the competition of the powerful, offended these capable people, and offended some high-ranking officials and nobles. That's why they took revenge on themselves with this despicable means.

He has realized that the other party has determined that he is the so-called "cheater", and he must come up with the so-called "intelligence" before he will give up.

Saraj is a stupid, cruel, and experienced executioner who doesn't listen to any of his explanations and doesn't suspect he's mistaken. It's an endless cycle, torture goes on forever, and no matter how much you beg for mercy and lie, it's useless.

The soldering iron in the furnace was already burning red.

"If you do this, aren't you afraid that others will retaliate against you?"

"Hmph, I've heard this kind of cruel talk a lot, but you see I'm still fine, who can do anything to me? But you're different......"

"Are you going to kill me?"

"You won't die, you'll soon be obedient like a kitten. In the end, it will not be recruited!"

The red-hot soldering iron pressed the chest of the snow mark, the high temperature burned through the skin, and the sharp pain in the heart instantly drowned the snow mark like sea water, at that moment, as if the ear was attached to the huge bronze bell to listen to the bell, a huge shock along the nerve line reached the brain, almost making him unconscious, but the medicine that Saraj had just given him always maintained his sobriety, which made him have to bear the pain that ordinary people would not experience, as if a place in his brain suddenly shrunk, memories and hallucinations were staggered, and his consciousness was no longer his own。

The soldering iron quickly burned through the skin, and the muscles were exposed, the pain was unbearable for human beings, the snow marks twitched and trembled, and the snot and tears were secreted instinctively, and the pain was so painful that they died and lived, and they had to shout: "I recruit me, I recruit them all!"

Saraj sneered and withdrew the soldering iron.

What is pain, pain is mental torment, because of the medicine, this pain at this moment has been magnified countless times, allowing Snow Scar to experience a realm beyond the scope of normal human experience. The pain that Snow Scar is experiencing now is like a mental torment boiling in boiling water.

If you have been tortured, you will know that it is very difficult for people to endure torture, and it is a pain that is far beyond the limits of human tolerance. Xueji is not a tough guy in the traditional sense, he is also a human being, and he is also afraid of pain. He had been tortured in the past, and he knew how much water the storyteller told about the martyrs who died without confessing.

It's not that there are no warriors under torture, but it's mostly because torture isn't cruel enough. When the pain goes beyond the limit, your brain is destroyed on a physical level, and when your consciousness carrier is devastated, you forget, forget who you are, why you hold on, and even what it means to hold on.

"It's really disappointing, looking at your scars, I thought you were a tough guy, it seems that you also begged for mercy. But that's nothing, no one can keep it a secret in front of me, so tell me what you know. ”

The snow trembled, gasping for breath, beads of sweat the size of beans covering his forehead.

Blessed is Jerusalem, his brain will not be destroyed, for he is now separated from the body of the spirit. He felt like his spirit had been broken and regrouped.

He breathed a few breaths as he felt his consciousness return to his brain.

Once upon a time, it was Qilu's belief in Jerusalem that made him have great fantasies and enthusiasm for Jerusalem, believing in the magic of Jerusalem, the first place of dreams. But now, again, he didn't believe it: maybe Jerusalem was the city of God, but as far as I could see, it was inhabited by cockroaches and bugs!

What kind of teacher organization, what kind of new god religion, like darkness, is a hill of raccoon dogs, and it is a huge mistake to pin the hope of saving the mother here.

Hehe, bullshit, even if the world worships you as gods, in my eyes, you have now become demons!

When the torture instrument was added just now, Snow Mark instinctively wanted to give up. But as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he regained his arrogance.

Since the torture will not end, then at least don't want me to give in!

Facing Saraj's expectant eyes, he smiled, "Hey, grandson, give grandpa another time!!"