In the woods not far from the clearing of the hut, Maiya Witch nailed her hands wide and feet folded together in the shape of a cross to a large tree in the arms of four people.

"You...... You want to torture me? Maia Witch spoke sarcastically, her face showing disdain, "Young man, do you want my sister to teach you a few torture tricks?" ”

This Maiya witch named Meisha had already recovered from her panic, and she was very ashamed of the fear she had just shown in front of an ordinary exorcist, and she tried her best to provoke Qin Lun with words and free herself.

The exorcist and the Maiya witch belong to two groups that are incompatible, and there is no possibility of reconciliation at all. Whichever side wins, the best outcome as a captive is death.

In comparison, witches are much easier to be captives, and the most feared death penalty is to be purified by the Holy Light. Once an exorcist becomes a captive, the end will be much more miserable, and many exorcists will lie on the witch's test bed and be made into magical creatures.

But now it seems that the exorcist in front of her wants to torture her to avenge the heavy casualties of her companions.

However, witches do have the ability to despise the torture methods of most exorcists, their bodies have been modified by undead forces, their pain nerves are sluggish, and witches' mental will is generally strong, and they are able to cut off bodily reactions in their minds.

With the exception of a very small number of injuries that directly affect their souls, most of the torture methods have no effect on them.

"Torture?" The young man whose body was controlled by the killer Joy seemed to be slightly stunned, and grinned without smiling.

"That cowardly boy did prepare some questions, but Uncle Joy never did such a low-level thing as torture, and I only cared about 'art'. You reminded me that it would be better for you to shut up first to avoid being interrupted by your creative process! ”

Joey stepped forward with a sinister smile and stabbed the broken sword into her mouth under the witch's horrified eyes, ruffling her tongue and vocal cords in a few blows.

"Yes, now we can get started!" Joey touched his chin, chuckled, and pulled out the evil dagger that had pierced the witch's heart.

In fact, the heart core of Maia Witch is the equivalent of a human heart, but with a few differences. Once the human heart is damaged, it is almost certain to die, but the witch's heart core still has the ability to heal itself.

If you want to kill the witch by harming the heart core, you either want to completely shatter the heart core, or use a magic device with immortal power to pierce the heart core, and use the immortal power to repel the immortal power in the heart core.

The reason why Qin Lun's sin dagger pierced the heart core, but did not make the witch die immediately, was because the sin dagger was different from the weapon used by the exorcist. The Dagger of Sin is slowly devouring the heart core, not emptying the immortal power within.

The dagger of sin spun a knife in Joey's hand, stabbed neatly into the witch's chest, and dragged it down fiercely.

"Poof!" A stream of dark green liquid spurted out like a water arrow, Joey skillfully tilted his head slightly to let go of the water arrow, his bloody eyes emitted two strange lights, and he gestured intently at the dagger in his hand, and began to "dissect" the witch's body.

Joey's "anatomy" is different from ordinary anatomy, he is dissected layer by layer from the outside in. First the skin, the witch's tough skin like cowhide, was skillfully separated by him with a dagger, and then flattened and fastened to the trunk.

The Maian witch, who looks like a cross nailed to the trunk of a tree, is like an extra layer of skin wings behind her, like a peacock opening the screen, and like a crucifixion angel.

Then there are the muscles, Joey carefully divides the different muscle groups with a dagger, extracts the muscle fibers, straightens them and fixes them on the epithelium, forming the exquisite feathers on the wings.

"Your skin is truly the most perfect work of art, but unfortunately the muscles are a little rotten, not elastic, not the best feathers!" Joey obsessively touched the layer of angelic wings attached to the trunk of the tree.

"Your watch is also very good, and you haven't fainted yet! Hold on, come on! Joey clenched his fists, made an encouraging gesture, leaned close to the witch's ear, and asked softly with concern, "How about it, do you want to rest first, and then we can start the second half!" ”

At this time, Maia Witch could not hear what Joey was saying, her whole body trembled, her eyes were white, and her mouth was foaming dark green, like an epileptic person. After Joey's so-called artistic creation begins, the witch suddenly realizes that she has misjudged her.

Every time the sin dagger cut through her, it devoured the immortal power in her body. It can be said that every bit of enhancement and transformation of the body that the immortal force usually has now become the source of suffering.

This devouring is not simply physical pain, but the extraction of power that has already been fused with the physical soul. In addition to the heart core, the other parts of the witch's body also contain immortal power.

If Joey had been sticking a sin dagger in a certain section, the process of this power devouring was very rare, and the witch did not suffer much.

But Joey's dissection is fast, and the dagger is fleeting, for fear that the artwork under his hand will not survive, after all, he does not have narcotics on hand now. And this dragonfly-like extraction of power is also the source of the witch's current pain.

She only felt as if there were thousands of ants crawling in the depths of her musculoskeletal muscles, and it was itching. If given the choice, this Mayan witch would never provoke Joey again, but would immediately gather the last of her strength to self-destruct. By now, having been extracted so much immortal power, she has completely lost control of her body, and she can't even self-destruct.

"Shhhhhhh

In the final part of the creation, he needs to empty the witch's internal organs, scrape the skeleton clean, and completely transform into a "skeleton angel" with only the skeleton and membrane wings left.

This is the origin of the nickname of the killer Joey Foster's "dissecter", and it is also the reason why Lin Feng regarded Qin Lun's killing methods as art in the first place, which is the unique art of "dissection" of the demon Joey.

"Kill me, kill me!" Qin Lun's mind heard the witch's weak pleading.

"Hey, without a tongue, you can still communicate with me?" Joey stopped what he was doing and looked at the dying witch in amazement, noticing for the first time the look of desperate pleading in the witch's eyes.

"Don't you have any more questions for me? I can tell you all, please set me free! The witch lost her tongue and opened and closed her mouth like a dead fish, and her voice sounded intermittently in Qin Lun's mind.

"By the way, that hunchbacked companion of yours, I can also help you save his life!" Maia Witch Blissfully called.

“NO，NO，NO！ Uncle Joy is not interested in hearing this, maybe you will be Uncle Joy's most perfect work so far, the only 'skeleton angel' who is awake to become a work of art. Joey licked his lips and smiled bloodthirsty.

"Huh?!" Joey was about to step forward to continue his work, when suddenly his head jerked, and two small snake-like nosebleeds hung from the end of his nose, as if he had been punched head-on.

"No, you...... No! You said she was mine! Joey suddenly bent over his face and let out a low, screwed growl in his throat.

"No, I can't give it to you!" Joey jerked his head up, his bloody eyes revealing endless madness and violence, and he walked towards the witch with a shudder, trembling and raising the evil dagger in his hand.

She ...... It's mine, it's mine! No~~" Joey's left hand suddenly clasped his throat, and the sinful dagger in his right hand slipped weakly to the ground, falling straight under the tree, curling up like a shrimp, and rolling in pain.

After a long time, Qin Lun stopped struggling, stood up with his body bent, a smile on his face, and looked up at the half-finished angel on the trunk tiredly.

Looking at the Maiya Witch who had been stripped of her skin and muscles, and her viscera could be vaguely seen in the bloody skeleton, Qin Lun shook his head slightly and sighed: "No wonder he reacted so violently, this is indeed his most perfect work so far." ”

"Tell me, how can I spare the life of my companion!" Qin Lun pinched the witch's chin and asked with an indifferent expression, "I hope you don't lie to me and cherish this last chance!" ”

"In ...... The hut, I have a crystal ball in it...... Can save the soul of human beings......"

"What about the flesh? How to resurrect! Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and he asked sternly.

"Carnal ...... No, there is no way, the immortal attribute potion around me has been used up, and I can't repair the flesh of ordinary humans, so I can only use ...... Use the compound body of a halfling! The witch's gaze slowly dimmed, and she could barely hold on.

"Hmph, you can't die yet!" Qin Lun sneered and took out a soul power crystal and pressed it into the witch's broken heart core.

"What is this, and why do I feel a pure soul power!" The spirit of the witch was lifted.

"I don't want you to die, you can't die. If you lie to me, I'll let you enjoy the treatment of a skeleton angel all the time! Qin Lun showed a friendly smile, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes, "Now tell me, what are the magic traps in the hut......"

……

"Oh!" Bony slowly opened his eyes, only to feel the world spinning, and a burning pain came from his face.

"You're awake!" Qin Lun smiled and turned his head, "Have a good rest, in a few hours, we will be able to meet with Ms. Nova and them!" ”

"Doctor Stan, witch...... Did we win? Bony asked weakly, "Otto, Bligh ...... them?"

"They're right next to you, and my servant Frank!" Qin Lun was silent for a moment, and then said lightly.

Bony struggled to brace himself up, only to find him lying in the carriage in which the werewolves had been imprisoned. The bodies of Otto, Bligh, and Frank were stacked beside him, and Qin Lun was sitting in front of the carriage to catch the car.

The miserable bodies of his companions silenced Bony for a while, and his heart swelled with inexplicable grief. However, the blonde youth soon noticed the fourth corpse in the carriage, which was a scrawny old man's corpse, definitely not any of the exorcists he was familiar with.

"Who is he? Is it a victim in a witch's hut? ”

"You don't know him?" Qin Lun looked at Bony with a smile, "He's a creature you brought over personally!" ”

He ...... Could it be ......" Bony's eyes widened slowly.