Hearing this voice, Spark's whole body trembled, his anger was instantly drowned out by fear, and the hand holding the neck of the torture blade became weak.

I turned around with difficulty and saw that at the door, a peerless beauty wearing a purple trench coat, her hands were covered with blood, and she was holding a barbed dagger in her hand.

"Teach... Teach·· Official. Sparker said with difficulty.

The Slaughter Slaughter Monarch strolled into the interrogation room, and a pair of Danfeng eyes swept faintly over the executioner's body.

Thump!

With just one look, the directly frightened executioner fell to the ground, then rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and stopped breathing.

Yes! With just one look, this executioner was been... Scared to death!

Sparker leaned down, his face pale and staring at the ground. The Slaughter Butcher strolled up to him and uttered the characteristic venomous voice, "Next time, your father won't be able to save you." ”

Hearing this, Sparker was immediately pardoned, and shouted "Thank you!" in gratitude. Thank you, instructor! He yelled and ran out like a lost dog.

After Sparky left, the Slayer looked at the already unconscious Torture Blade with a smirk and said, "Very good! Very good! No matter how much pain you suffer, you can stay calm. How·· How nice! What a wonderful toy! ”

As he spoke, the barbed dagger slashed lightly across the blade's body.

"Alright! All right! The coroner, who was wearing a white coat and had pale skin, hurriedly walked in, pulled the slaughterer aside and said, "This kid knows a lot of things, but he doesn't make it clear. He is really a smart lowly breed who knows how to exchange his value for his life. ”

"Save him!" Slaughter Slaughter Jun said three words coldly.

The coroner stooped down to pick up the blood-clotted metal horns that were sticking to the flesh and skin, "This thing has been knocked down, it's no different than gouging out half of his brain." Whether he can survive or not depends on himself. ”

Frannie's villa. Anxiously waiting, Frannie finally gets the news of the Torture Blade.

Uncle Song hurriedly said, "As the dean said, Torture Blade is very clever and has managed to survive. ”

Frankie breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, looked at Deng Heng on the side and said, "Uncle Deng is really like a god." ”

Deng Heng smiled lightly and said, "What about after that?" ”

Uncle Song pondered for a moment and said truthfully, "He was in prison and was abused by Spark. The connector on the head has been knocked out, and now the brain vitality is less than 10% of the usual one. He is being treated in the hospital. ”

Hearing this, Frannie gritted her teeth and yelled, "Spark! I'm going to crush you to ashes!! ”

Deng Heng clenched his crutches with both hands and slowly got up. On Furui Wubo's face, a pair of eyes seemed to be covered with frost.

A chilling and terrifying aura emanated.

Feeling such an aura, Uncle Song's face turned pale and his body trembled slightly.

Long. Deng Heng returned to normal, and said with a smile, "Let's go, go and see the torture blade." ”

Frannie nodded, turned to Uncle Song, and said, "Go and negotiate with the Seven Killings Division and bring the torture blade to my private hospital." If you don't give it, grab it back! ”

The Seven Killings, who already knew that the torture blade was not the murderer, was ashamed. When Uncle Song found the Seven Kills, Khakassia directly returned the humanoid torture blade.

Rhodes Private Hospital.

Through the surveillance, Farni looked at the inhuman-shaped torture blade on the operating table, and slowly clenched her fists. Especially the two huge holes in the forehead, it makes people feel chilling to look at.

"Give me the best doctor, the best medicine, the best materials, and save him!" Frannie gives a death order to the hospital.

After hearing this, the chief executive was sweating profusely, nodded solemnly, and then left in a hurry.

Deng Heng looked at the torture blade and suddenly smiled.

Frannie looked at Deng Heng incomprehensibly and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?" ”

Deng Heng explained: "This may be an opportunity. ”

"What's the trigger?"

"In the city, the lowly breed is too eye-catching, no matter what. For a hunter's hideout, this is not a good thing. Through this incident, isn't it an opportunity to change the torture blade from a lowly breed to a normal person? ”

When Frankie heard this, she suddenly nodded and said, "Yes! I didn't think of that. ”

Intensive care unit.

The blade was soaked in a transparent liquid all over its body. Through the two holes in his forehead, his brain can be clearly seen.

Frannie stood outside the door and asked through the window, "How's it going?" ”

The attending physician said with a heavy face, "It's not good." The nerves in the brain were severely traumatized. And there are some cracks in the skull as well. There are also multiple bone cracks on the body. Now the main problem is the activity of the brain. If the brain activity does not reach the standard 40%, within a few days, he will be completely dead due to brain death. ”

Hearing this, Faranie was anxious and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Deng Heng and asked, "What if the activity of the brain is restored?" ”

"If you recover, it's easy. His skull bones are fully developed. Even if there are two holes, we can repair his skull with the most advanced titanium pieces available. ”

Deng Heng nodded and said, "Frannie, don't worry. A plague dragon wouldn't be on top of a dirt dog. The blade won't be a problem. ”

Frannie was unconditionally convinced of Deng Heng, so she nodded reassuringly.

"Go and rest!" Deng Heng touched Frannie's head dotingly.

After Frannie left, Deng Heng looked at the attending physician and asked, "What about the other conditions?" ”

The attending physician looked surprised and said, "When we examined his brain, we found a very miraculous situation. That's the tattoo on his back that is connected to his brain through some neurons. And these neurons just inhibit the emotional system in his brain. ”

"You mean that it's not that he doesn't have feelings, but that his emotional organs are suppressed?"

The doctor nodded vigorously and said, "Yes!" It's amazing. This technique has always been in theory. If we can effectively suppress our emotions, then we will have a group of invincible troops. ”

Deng Heng didn't care about the doctor's unrealistic fantasies, and his eyes were staring at the tattoo on the back of the torture blade.

"Suppress emotions..." Thinking of this, Deng Heng suddenly remembered a legend he had heard when he was a child, a legend that was widely spread in the wilderness.

Trapped in a coma, Tortureblade felt nothing, only eternal darkness.

"Lose your emotions and become a hunter. Find your emotions and become a king hunter. In the dark, the torture blade was still as calm as usual, his lips moved slightly, and he had words.

Tortureblade couldn't think of anything now, but instinctively remembered the phrase.

This is what the old hunter has been saying to Torture Blade since he was a child.

In fact, although Tortureblade was a ghoul when he was a child, he still had a lot of emotions. The old hunter has always been happy to cultivate Tortureblade's emotions, and always tries to make the little Tortureblade constantly release all his emotions.

Joy, loss, anger, fear, sadness, bitterness, jealousy, envy, doubt, hope, etc.

Tortureblade remembers it well, and every time the old hunter saw his rich emotions, he was very happy.

But the abundance of emotions came to an abrupt end that year.

That year, that day.

The old hunter died, and Tortureblade didn't know how he died. By the time Tortureblade awoke from his stupor, the old hunter was already in a different place. And not only did he lose all his emotions, but his head also became bare.

As a result, Tortureblade had no sense of the old hunter's death. It's as if an unrelated person died.

The old hunter died, and the torture blade lost a lot. But also got a lot.

"The old hunter is dead, well, dead." Tortureblade muttered, his blocked thoughts gradually returning.

From childhood, the scenes flashed in front of the Torture Blade's eyes like a marquee. Finally, it stopped at Spark's hideous face.

Then, the conversation between the coroner and the slaughtering monarch rang out.

"Is it worth it? Well, that's a good word. I'm alive now because I'm valuable. ”

"Spark, the hunter remembers you. The same mistake hunter does not make a second time. If you want to frame me again, it's impossible. ”

"The hunters will slaughter you, brute." Torture Blade thought to himself, and there was a gradual movement behind him.

Late at night, in the dark. The tattoo on the back of the blade squirmed, and then a tiny chain on the cross shattered. A grimace mask tied to a cross in chains came off and seeped into the Torture Blade's body.

"Resentment, hidden under the skin, is the most dangerous and vicious emotion of man. When resentment erupts, everything on a person's face is obscured. ”

An esoteric voice sounded in the darkness, and then the torture blade in the cultivation chamber suddenly opened its eyes. The brain in the skull is like a heart, emitting a terrifying agitation.

When the nurse on duty saw it, she immediately called the attending doctor with an excited face.

"How are you feeling?" The attending physician who hurriedly ran over stood outside the cultivation warehouse with a surprised expression and asked.

Torture Blade nodded calmly and said, "It's good, except that the body is very uncomfortable being soaked." ”

"You have two holes in the top of your head, and coming out now could cause a brain infection. You're patient, and if your brain activity has returned to normal, we'll be able to do a craniotherapy tomorrow. ”

Torture Blade nodded flatly, and closed his eyes again.

The next morning, the sun was shining, and the weather alone was full of energy. Frannie and Deng Heng hurried to the hospital after breakfast.

"How does it feel?" Frannie asked with concern through the cultivation chamber.

"It's okay, my head is a little heavy." Torture Blade replied calmly.

Seeing that it was still the usual indifferent torture blade, Farney secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Deng Heng smiled and said, "Boy, hurry up and recuperate." I've got the hunting ground for revenge ready for you. Just send the hunter in. ”

The doctor came in with the nurse and said, "Dean, Miss." The surgery is ready. Rest assured, after this operation, I promise that the torture blade will be no different from a normal person. ”

The two watched the torture blade being pushed into the operating room, and Deng Heng smiled and said, "Look, this kid won't die so easily." ”

Frankie smiled and nodded. Then the smile gradually retracted, and he said in a deep voice, "Since the torture blade is fine, it's time to settle the score." ”

Deng Heng said with far-reaching eyes, "I have already laid out the bureau, and then I will wait for the protagonist to enter." ”