Box! Frame long and long! Box ......

The sound of metal crashing against each other was even clearer and piercing in the dark and dead underground stone passage. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a square-shaped passage about two meters wide from top to bottom, left and right, and all four sides are made of stone slabs, allowing two people to pass side by side. Even an ordinary woman would feel oppressed when she stood up straight, let alone a man who was 1.8 meters tall.

A man with unkempt hair, long hair sticky with sweat, and a naked upper body, struggled to move forward while holding his chest and holding on to the wall. The man's lower clothes were almost rotten, and the crotch of his pants, which had been haloed into dark brown by blood, was still hanging around his waist. Wounds, large and small, crawled all over the man's body, quite hideous. In addition to the old wounds, some wounds that seem to have not healed are faintly bleeding. It was impossible to tell whether the black stain on the man's body was mud or dried blood.

In addition to a scarring like a centipede, the man's ankles were also clasped with rusty iron shackles, which were badly corroded and uneven, and the man's ankles were also scraped and fleshy, and with each step, the shackles seemed to sink into the wound a little more. As the man advanced, the chains dragged behind the shackles kept sending out frames! The simmering sound of the box.

"Where the hell is this? Why are you in such a hellish place?" The man muttered to himself.

As he walked, the man tried to search for the last memories in his mind outside the cold stone path. However, the man could not remember anything at all, not even a fragment of the memory. I only remembered that I felt a sharp pain after waking up with my eyes, which made my brain explode instantly. Only then did he realize that his limbs were now shackled, and a wrist-thick iron chain was welded to the cuffs, and the other end of the chain was directly pierced into the stone wall, making the whole body unable to move.

Through the light of the torches in the corner, you can vaguely see two masked people, dressed in black, half of their bodies hidden in the dark.

The man in black didn't say anything, his exposed eyes staring directly at the frightened man.

One of them suddenly stepped forward, quickly detoured behind the man, grabbed his throat, forcibly broke open and raised the man's jaw, and the other poked into his mouth with an object similar to an iron pipe, and poured a black and slimy thick substance into the other part of the iron pipe. The iron pipe reached into his throat, and a disgusting force rushed up.

Before he could stop the feeling of wanting to vomit like crazy, the black and mushy object immediately went down the tube, and the extremely bitter taste instantly melted in the man's mouth. He only felt as if his body was suddenly burning, extremely hot.

The feeling of nausea was still in his throat, and the man choked, screamed, and struggled, and soon his vision gradually blurred, and he fainted.

After waking up again, he began to live a life like purgatory, constantly being forced to be fed. What was forced down the throat was all the bitter black thickness. As long as you refuse to eat or struggle, you will only get a poisonous whip. I don't know how many times this kind of thing has been cycled, from the initial positive desire to escape, to the gradual abandonment. His limbs were shackled to death, and he was surrounded by stone walls except stone walls, and his severely dehydrated and chapped skin could not feel any trace of air flow.

The whole stone chamber is like a secret chamber carved out of a large rough stone. Except for the two people who were in charge of feeding the food, there was only endless silence and darkness for the rest of the time.

The musty, bitter, and urine smell mixed into a disgusting smell that filled the small, clammy stone chamber. The imprisoned man has long since given up the will to live, his eyes are scattered, and he is fed without a struggle. He tried to bite his tongue and kill himself. But when I woke up in a coma, my tongue was still there, as if I hadn't bitten it.

Except for the painful feeding and the burning sensation of tearing the internal organs after the food was put into the stomach, there was no torture or coercion of confessions.

The man began to believe that the place where he was in hell, that he was forced to drink Meng Po soup, that it was his soul that was imprisoned here. All the torture is all to pay for the sin that I can't think of anyway.

In the long darkness, suddenly, a glimmer of light emerged from the crevices in the rock wall. A hole was made in the originally dark stone wall, and a man in black slowly walked into the stone chamber from the passage with a torch. Inserting a torch into the hole in the stone wall casually, the picture does not look like a torch being inserted into the tip, but rather as if the fire is spewing out directly from the stone wall.

I don't know if it's because I know that the man has given up on survival and is not struggling, and only one person is responsible for the last few feedings.

The slight fire of the torches warmed half of the stone chamber, and the breeze blowing from the passage shook the fire on the walls. The wind blowing in the passage rubbed against the still air in the original stone chamber, making a rattle similar to a nail scraper, and the strange sound of the wind made people tremble from the soles of their feet to the door of their heads.

The man was like a stone puppet on the wall, the fire was dazzling, and the flickering light and shadow in the stone room made the man slowly prop up his eyelids. Watch the man in black move. Although both eyes are open, the eye sockets are more hollow and dull due to dehydration and sunkenness.

The imprisoned man's mind was blank, his soul had crossed the limit of collapse, and in this long darkness, endless feeding, and painful body heat, sooner or later a person's mind would be left at all.

The man in black got up, and suddenly, with a clatter. Something fell from the man in black. The man in black snorted and squatted down to pick it up.

This smack, the man's whole body shook slightly. All at once brought back his disintegrated will.

! What hell is this! Who's going to drop things and pick things up in hell? Which ghost will tsk around? There was a glimmer of hope in the man's originally dry eyes, and he was sure that the man in black in front of him was a living, panting person.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he was on the chain on his right wrist.

The stone chamber must have been built underground, and the humidity was heavy. Dripping water beads oozed from the ground and stone walls, and the iron shackles and chains had long since rusted and peeled off in this environment.

The man saw that the iron chain on his right hand had a rusted opening in the seam of the iron buckle, and with a little force, it could be torn off.

People are like this, when they cross the moment of despair, as long as they find any chance to live, the whole person will be instantly filled with unimaginable power.

The man in black picked up something and walked towards the man.

No chance.

If you hesitate, you don't have a chance!

Seeing that the man in black was almost one step in front of the man. There is no time to hesitate, there is no time to think about the consequences, and even if it does not succeed, the end will not be worse than it is now. After these thoughts flashed through his mind for a moment, the man gritted his teeth, pulled his entire right arm hard, and twisted his whole body to the left with all the strength of milk.

Smack!

The chains really broke. The man grabbed the chain with his backhand and quickly wrapped the chain around the neck of the man in black.

"Ah! Stop—" The man in black let out a low roar, his hands clutching the chains around his neck, and his feet kicking wildly because of the pain of suffocation.

Hearing the sound of the man in black struggling, the man's original anxiety and fear disappeared at once. He understands that the other party is also flesh and blood, the same can speak, the same will feel pain, and the same breathless is death. As soon as he realized this, the man's hand exerted even tighter, until the man in black under the chain gradually stopped moving.

The man didn't dare to relax, as soon as he let go of the chain, he picked up the iron pipe that fell to the side for feeding, and without much thought, he smashed the head of the man in black hard. Under the masked mask, the head of the man in black could be seen distorted, and the firelight in the corner reflected the blood splashing everywhere.

At this moment, the man believed that the man in black was really dead. The whole body relaxed, and he sat down. The whole process may not even take a quarter of an hour, but from the beginning of the murderous intent, the nerves are tense to the top, and to the moment when the other party is really out of breath, the whole process is extremely torturous.

The man stared at the corpse in front of him, and a wave of nausea rushed up, lying on his stomach and retching. It is self-interest and conscience condemnation that collide with each other, but the head is washed down, and there is no right to choose.

The entire space seemed to be left only with a man and a corpse, and there was no silence around him, only the sound of the man's gasps and frantic heartbeat. The man covered his face with his hands and smiled bitterly, it turned out that he still had a heartbeat, it turned out that he was really alone.

Get out.

It was the only voice in his head right now.

Scoop up the iron pipe at hand, and knock it on the other iron chains where the rust is bad.

The man broke free from the chains, got up, stepped over the body of the man in black, drew a torch on the stone wall, and moved to the hole where the man in black entered.

Behind the entrance to the cave there was a passage made of stone slabs, which seemed to be so deep that even with the light source of the torches, the visibility was no more than three meters. Looking at the darkness in front of him, the man hesitated, and his whole body trembled. It is man's instinctive reaction to the unknown. A moment ago, I was still in the abyss of despair, but now the exit was in front of me, but I was terrified by the unknown darkness on the other side of the passage.

He glanced back at the corpse lying behind him, and his heart fluttered. Let yourself be swallowed up in the darkness.

Thinking of this, the man coughed a few times in pain, he shook his head, and now he was walking on the stone corridor made of stone slabs on all sides, and he did not have any memory of this passage. This is the only way to the stone chamber!

The torch was extinguished on the way, and the fire core could last for a long time, and when the fire was extinguished, it meant that it had also walked a long way, but there was still no end in sight, and the body covered in wounds had already withstood it. Thinking back to the process of being imprisoned, the man had a terrible headache at this time. He leaned against the wall, his body sliding slowly, closing his eyes and wanting to rest for a while.

Don't think too much about it in the dark! Anyway, this is the way to go, and there must be an exit to the end!

At this moment, there was a sudden rattling sound from behind, and a flash of fire burst out of the crack in the stone slab.

"There!" A man in black shouted loudly, and countless black shadows poured out from the cracks in the stone. The man instinctively wanted to escape, but he was exhausted and covered with injuries, so he couldn't escape. After only a few steps, the iron chain hanging on the shackles immediately made the chasing man in black straight.

The man was dragged back to the original stone room, where there were many more men in black, and the bodies of the men in black were no longer there, but there were still traces of blood in their place.

"Got it back." One of the men in black said, his lips trembling slightly.

Although there were many people in the stone room, no one dared to answer. The enclosed underground space suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"When you're done, go to the top and get punished." Suddenly, a neutral and calm voice.

Everyone present was dressed in black and masked, and they couldn't tell who was speaking. But apparently the owner of this voice is the leader of this group of men in black.

"Yes." The man in black hung his head even lower.

"Then let's get started." The calm voice fell, and the three black-clothed men held the man, the man kept twisting his body and struggling desperately, and the moment his mouth was pulled open, the fiery red mud was swallowed into his throat along the iron pipe.

Yes! Ahh Yes...... Yes! ......

The man rolled on the ground with a terrible scream, and the scorching heat from his body reached his limbs and bones, like karmic fire. He clearly felt that the pain of this fire was different from the past, in addition to rolling on the ground, he kept pulling his hair up and down with his hands, and his nails were scratching the skin, as if he wanted to get rid of the terrible burning sensation.

Half a moment later, the man was hunched over, his limbs bent and curled up in the corner in the shape of a fetus. The shriveled skin of the whole body is straight against the bones, as if there is no trace of muscle, and the whole appearance is indescribably weird.

The leader pointed with his chin and said, "Go and see."

A man in black stepped forward, reached out and pressed the man's neck, and gestured to the back, "I'm still alive, but the pulse is getting weaker and weaker, I'm afraid it won't happen."

The leader slowly stepped forward, stopping beside the curly man and crouching down to look. The eyes covered in black veil were complex.

At this time, the man who was originally curled up and shriveled up to the shape of a man suddenly pounced on the man in black who was in the lead, ripped off his masked turban, and fell to the ground, out of breath. Black blood was also left in the seven holes.

The turban was torn off, and the leader's long hair was cathartic and scattered on a plain face. The scar on the center of the left forehead and eyebrow is incompatible with the delicate facial features. The leader was indeed frightened by the man's sudden attack, and a lot of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He opened his eyes wide and stared directly at the bleeding man from the seven holes, and his eyebrows trembled.

"Don't dispose of it yet." After a moment, the leader glared angrily at the man in black beside him, gritted his teeth hard, and spat out the order from between his teeth word by word.

"Yes."

At this time, another man in black standing at the door said, "My lord, it's past the ugly time."

The leader took out a white hosta from his arms and tied his hair up at will. The stray hair is all over the back of the head, and the scar between the eyebrows is even more conspicuous.

The leader looked coldly at his feet, and it was impossible to tell what kind of corpse it was.

Turn around, "Let's go."