Qi Xuance's voice was very peaceful, his palms were unusually warm, and the tip of his knife was pointing, as if he was a teacher who taught art carefully.

Before this, the fat sister's heart had been occupied by hatred.

But at this moment,

Looking at Qi Xuance beside her, in a trance, she had an extremely strange feeling.

It was as if behind the young man's kind smile was a cold poisonous snake that temporarily retracted its fangs, and it was the night Grim Reaper who hid the scythe behind it.

The fat eldest sister suddenly felt a chill in her heart, and there was an illusion of hell as a companion in her heart.

"Do I have flowers on my face?"

Qi Xuance smiled slightly, and there was some kind of indescribable smile in his long narrow eyes.

The fat eldest sister was stunned, quickly came back to her senses, swallowed her saliva, and forced herself to concentrate on the dagger in her hand.

Well, this big fat girl said in her heart that whether it is a little fairy or a poisonous tongue of death, she is a good person who can help herself take revenge!

At this moment, the hanged man was on tiptoe off the ground, and because his chin was removed, he could only let out a snort of rage, his lame glasses rested on the bridge of his collapsed nose, and his eyes were fierce.

Qi Xuance didn't look at him at all, patted the fat eldest sister on the shoulder, and encouraged: "Let's start, I will guide by the side." ”

The dagger glowed with a cold light, and there were still blood stains on it, Qi Xuance sat on the empty bed belonging to the hanged ghost, and smiled to signal that the fat eldest sister could start.

Ling Chi.

It is a delicate work that requires a lot of technology, and even in ancient times, it was a subtle torture technique that only a very small number of executioners in the hall of the criminal department could master.

And the fat sister's stubby and rough hands are too frizzy to kill a chicken.

She held the knife in both hands, beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, the desire for revenge and the helplessness of not knowing where to start.

Qi Xuance leaned over, propped up one hand on the bed, and lifted Erlang's legs, saying that it was a guide, but at the moment he was wandering into foreign objects.

It's not that he was in a daze, in his mind, the life of the hanged man was like a thick comic book, turning quickly page by page.

......

In the winter of the seventies and eighties, the thirty-year-old hanged man lived in a dilapidated house in the east of the village, shrunken and reading a book.

Many children jumped past the door, and somebody shouted, and the children picked up clods of dirt and laughed and threw them at the hanged man.

The thirty-year-old man was embarrassed to hide, and he was reluctant to cover it with a borrowed book, so he had to hide while powerlessly scolding.

The children laughed and called the man's nickname together: "Kong Yiji, Kong Yiji ......"

Among them, the loudest and most joyful is a chubby little girl.

......

Spring flowers are blooming, and the season is blooming everywhere.

The man's glasses were somehow torn off, and he walked alone on the trail in a cloth coat that didn't fit well, holding a stack of books and carrying wild vegetables dug from the mountains.

Suddenly, a rough man with a stubble on his face rushed over, flew up from afar and kicked the man's thin back.

Before the scholar could scream, the man was kicked more than two meters away, a stack of books was skimmed into a puddle, and wild vegetables were scattered on the ground.

The rough man rode on him all of a sudden, raised his big slap, fanned him headless and facelessly, and scolded while fanning.

"Dare to call my daughter, dare to call my daughter......"

The man didn't cover his face with his head, and his waist hurt so much that he was about to lose consciousness, so he had to forgive: "Xiaoxia burned my book, I ...... I just said two words to her, and I didn't scold ......"

How could the rough man listen to this, his big hand twisted to the nerd's ear again, pulled the man up, and said angrily: "Go and bow to my daughter and apologize!"

With that, he grabbed the man's ears and walked towards the village.

And the thirty-year-old dilapidated scholar could only accommodate his rickety body and keep begging for mercy.

......

Seasons.

It seems that such a scene is like a cycle that will never stop.

It was as if this nerd who couldn't get into college at the age of thirty, forty, or fifty had become an eternal joke in the village.

And among them, he is the most proud repertoire of Xiaoxia's family.

The two families are not far away, and Xiaoxia's family is unhappy and has to scold a man twice, kicking and punching twice is even more commonplace, and even the children in the family will laugh and spit on it.

And all this,

Until the morning of that day,

It all came to an abrupt end.

In the morning mist,

The man who has been in the bag all his life shows a determination that he has never felt before, and this is the last time he enters the examination room in his life.

He brought two pens with him this time, one was a psychiatric diagnosis in his arms, which he had exchanged for splashing and rolling around, eating and drinking urine;

The other pen was a bone chopping machete, one foot three, six inches wide, and one finger thick, which he bought after selling all his belongings.

The examination room is not far away, the red brick courtyard wall that made him suffer a lifetime of grievances - Xiaoxia's home.

He has been admitted to college for many years, but he has never been able to get the score as he wants, and this time, he decided to get a high score thoroughly.

The puppet was furious, and blood splattered five steps.

A family of seven, slaughtered all over the house!

......

"Little Fairy...... I...... Can I gouge out this demon's eye first. ”

The fat eldest sister trembled slightly and looked at Qi Xuance, and the bloodshot eyes of the hanged ghost stared at her a little uncomfortable.

Qi Xuance didn't speak, still in a lazy posture, but there was no expression on his face anymore.

He finally understood the meaning of the Inferno Tower.

Tragedy and comedy are opposites.

However, if placed on top of life, one kind of tragedy always gives birth to another tragedy, and if it is traced back to the source, it is also a claim about whether human nature is good or evil.

Of course, the Tower of Hell must advocate the inherent evil of human nature, so it will show the plot of repaying evil with evil.

It's boring.

Facing the fat face's flushed fat face, Qi Xuance suddenly shook his head, it was really boring......

Illusion obsession, evil seeds, human nature is evil, this is the Hell Tower trilogy, maybe there is a fourth and fifth layer behind it, and it will open people's hearts little by little.

What to see?

That bit of darkness in human nature?

Plant a seed of hatred for humanity for every witcher who enters the Tower of Hell?

Hehe!

Qi Xuance instantly felt bored, is this considered darkness, no, this is far from it!

Human beings, insignificant individuals, no more than two meters seven tall, no more than a thousand pounds in weight, no lions and tigers on the top, no hard armor on the bottom.

Putting aside foreign objects, even coyotes and hyenas can't be beaten, how dark can such creatures be?

True darkness is always directly related to power!

I have the power of a slap, then I am the greatest darkness in the whole mosquito world;

I have a Barrett anti-materiel sniper rifle, and I'm the darkest in range;

I have an aircraft carrier formation, then I am the darkest in the take-off radius of carrier-based aircraft;

The greatest darkness is not that I can destroy you, but that I can cover the light.

Qi Xuance slowly stood up,

He decided to give the Tower of Hell a glimpse of the true darkness!

Because

He was a little bored with this grinding and chirping world.

He wanted to kill.