"Here we are." The messenger looked urgent, "According to the instructions of the left envoy of the night sand, it will be tonight." Boss, hehe, you also opened your eyes to the brothers, for so many years, I have heard of the water feast, but I have never seen it. ”

The other servants sitting around the low table nodded their heads with eager expressions, rubbing their hands together and staring at their leader. The head of the prison put on a posture that had been experienced for a long time, raised his neck to drain the glass of wine, and then dun the wine glass to signal his subordinates to fill it, and said, "What's so beautiful about a water feast, you really don't know it, you have to follow me for so long." ”

"Boss, haven't we seen each other, open the eyes of the little ones, anyway, he will die sooner or later, what difference does it make a day earlier or a day later."

"Fart! That's the order of the night sand, is it you and I can be early, and if you say it's late, it can be late! Blame you with your head? Ten heads are not enough for the top! ”

The servants were silent in an instant, and they all lowered their heads and didn't dare to make a sound, although they also heard a little about the matter of the night sand, but now he is still firmly in the position of the left protector, but he can't afford to be provoked by the criminal department, he really doesn't dare to provoke, he said that whoever dies at the beginning of the year, that person can't survive fifteen, unless it is a prisoner who has no instructions from the underworld, otherwise all of them are under the management of the three protectors, that is to say, the protectors basically control the power of life and death of the criminal department of the ghost world.

The prison hair was stunned, his vanity was greatly satisfied, and he squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you sure it's today?" If you get the wrong day, get ready to make a mistake! ”

"Sure, the little ones count their fingers every day." The servant smiled flatteringly.

The head of the prison groaned, "Then take him off and take him to the water area behind." ”

"Yes!" The officers rose to their feet in unison, and swarmed into the deepest part of the cloister. There, Mei Mei is paying a terrible price for her mistakes.

A bloodied figure was nailed to the overhanging wooden cross, with a cloak and a dirty face that could almost be blurred if you didn't make it carefully. Yin wood is a unique wood species in the ghost world, which can suck the vitality of living creatures in a short period of time, and it is cold to poison, which is a kind of poison that slowly erodes from the inside out, so that the poisoned person begins to gradually decay from the internal organs and gradually spreads to the musculoskeletal of the whole body. But compared to the torture he had endured in the past month, the toxicity of Yin Wood was really nothing.

Whether he regrets it at the moment, whether he is deeply nostalgic for the time that will never return.

Because his crimes were known to the Ghost Emperor, and he used to be a special identity on the side of the Immortal Body, although Yesha wanted to put him to death, he didn't dare to act rashly, so as not to get into trouble, leaving him here to survive, struggling and tormenting in the endless hell, at this moment, he longed to be executed, whether it was Ling Chi to death, it was better than the fear and pain in every dark night.

Yes, he can't die so quickly, otherwise Yesha will be suspected of murder. He could only slowly exhaust it, swallowing his last breath in endless pain.

The firelight reflected the blood-gone, haggard face, which looked as if it were a corpse nailed to a wooden shelf. The arms were stretched out along the horizontal planks, the wrists were clasped by iron cables, and the palms of the hands were firmly nailed to the planks by a sharp and long steel nail, the blood had long since coagulated and scabbed, the wounds festered in the extremely humid environment, and the whole person also exuded a corrupt and turbid aura, which enveloped the narrow cell. However, he seems to have gotten used to it, his body has been numb a long time ago, wrapped in layers of painful and burning wounds, his pipa bones have also been broken, and many bone meridians in his body have been broken, if it weren't for the cross behind him, I am afraid that he would have rotted on the ground like soft mud and could not be carried.

The blurred light and shadow in the line of sight overlapped, oozing with blood, and everything in front of him seemed to be wrapped in a red light veil. Faintly, he heard footsteps coming, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Here they are, here they are, what torture awaits him tonight.

"Boss, please first." The errand man opened the door for the prison boss to make way for him.

"Hmm." The prison chief nodded heavily, enjoying the flattery of his subordinates, and stood a few steps away from the cross and glanced at him, "Let him sober up." ”

"Yes." The messenger took the order, picked up a bucket of dirty sewage on his side and raised his arms, drenching the charm from head to toe, and suddenly a pungent smell spread in the space, but the errand man in the criminal department had long been accustomed to this kind of rotten yin tide, and he didn't even bother his nose, lined up behind the prison head, and looked at the people on the cross with a satisfied and mocking gaze.

Blood flowed down the cheeks and hair, and he suddenly laughed coldly, and then shouted hoarsely, "Night Sand!" I want you to never be reborn! I'll be waiting for you in hell! Ha ha. ”

"Shut up, you madman!" A whip slammed into him, and the servant sneered, "You're already in hell, but today is a good day for you, you can change places." ”

The pain of the wounds on his body burning under the stimulation of sewage made his mind suddenly wake up, change places? Where to go...... Fear, extreme fear made his lips tremble violently, and he tried to say something, but only staccato syllables sounded, whimpering in his throat.

"Let him down." The warden ordered.

Several officers hurriedly stepped forward, unshackled them, and then quickly dodged away, only to see the man fall heavily from the cross and fall to the dirty and damp ground.

The head of the prison approached and kicked him with the tip of his shoe, "You really have a life, you can survive under my hands until now, hehe." With a cold and contemptuous tone, with a kind of dark show-off, the head of the Ghost Realm Punishment Department is a notoriously cruel pervert, and there are very few who can survive more than half a month in his hands.

Mei Mei coughed violently, and the rotten blood poured into his throat, and he tried to get up, but he couldn't, so he could only lie there, and let the boots of the prison head stomp on his head.

"Take him away, it's dirty, and it makes people sick to their stomachs when they see it." With that, the warden strode out of his cell and walked towards the darker and colder place in the rear. The sound of heavy shackles sounded in the dead silence of the cell, and he felt a heart-rending pain in his collarbone, and the whole person was dragged away like a dog.

The mournful wails from the other cells echoed in his ears for a long time, leaving a dirty, bright red mark on the ground, sliding all the way to the deepest and most unfathomable places. In a hazy and painful moment, it stopped, and a rusty iron door came into the eyes of Chaos.

This was followed by the sound of unlocking. Then, a cold wind blew in my face. The air also became clear in an instant.

This is where it is. He wanted to open his eyes wide to see clearly, but he didn't have the strength, and the light veil of misty blood red that lingered in front of him could not be removed.

Immediately, he was dragged in. I don't know where I went.

But the intuition is cold. Cold and clear. A beam of moonlight fell faintly, staining his filthy countenance.

Hydroacoustics. He faintly heard the soft sound of flowing water.

(From the old age of the Ming Dynasty to the four thousand four double shifts a day, until the end of this article, I think, my friends are the same as me, and they are impatient.) I'll just try my best to write it as good as possible, give them a good ending, and thank you for your long-term support. ）