82_82410 Inside the bronze ghost prison, there was a dim forest light, and the smell of blood filled the air.

On the two white skeleton torture frames, Liu Beishui and Yu Chiyan were tightly bound. A black-robed attendant swept the ground ghostly, and the slight sound of mopping woke Liu Beishui up.

After three days of horrific torture, he had become skinny. The chains of white bones wrapped around the black soul smoke had penetrated deep into his bones, and the flesh was like dry bark, showing a large number of cracks. His arms and legs were fixed to the torture rack, unable to move.

At this time, he also had no strength to move.

On his hands, the tips of the ten fingers were all cut off, revealing the white and black bone stubble, and a sharp gold needle was inserted into each severed finger. On the ground, on the bronze walls, on the torture frame, his and Yu Chiyan's bodies were splashed with blood everywhere. The pitch-black bruises, solidified into drops, adhered to the ends of the gold needles like black wax beads.

In just three days, Liu Beishui lost half of his weight, and his body was only skinny and bone.

He was unkempt and his head bowed, covered in rags, covered with purple-black poisonous scars. He was weak and almost breathless, but after being awakened, he first looked up at his side and made sure that Yu Chiyan was still by his side, so he took a breath with difficulty.

"Woooooooo He twisted his head, stared at Liu Beishui with wide eyes, and wanted to say something angrily.

"Save some effort. Liu Beishui said hoarsely and weakly.

Suddenly, the secret door of the bronze ghost prison opened.

Kerr took the golden tongs and walked in with Hong Feiying.

As soon as he saw them, Yu Chiyan's eyes turned red, like an extremely ferocious beast, struggling frantically, eager to rush out and eat them one bite at a time!

Liu Beishui was numb.

Hong Feiying sat indifferently on the black throne, while Kerr walked to the torture rack and looked at Liu Beishui's severed finger, and found that not a single finger had grown.

"The body is depleted. Ke Ai said regretfully: "No matter how good the reclaimed water is, it can't give birth to limbs." However, the most wonderful time has come. ”

"Today, there are no fingers to cut. Liu Beishui sneered numbly: "Help Lao Tzu cut his hair." ”

Kerr stretched out his hand dyed with cyan nails, held up Liu Bei's chin, pointed to a blood-colored spiritual realm in front of him, and said, "Look at your appearance, you must remember your most painful expression, that is a wonderful thing." ”

In the blood-red spirit realm, what was reflected was no longer the handsome appearance of the first prince of the Yuntian Continent, but the miserable and terrifying appearance of a hungry ghost.

"He's not your own brother, he's just an arrogant imp. Kerr said suspiciously, "How did you do it after you endured all the suffering for him?"

"You won't understand. Liu Beishui said hoarsely.

"I don't need to understand. Kerr said, "Still, I'm sure you'll be relieved soon." ”

"Don't worry, the second master's mouth is made of a soul. Liu Beishui said.

The soul can forge the hardest weapon in the world.

"Really?" Kerr grabbed a golden needle inserted in the bone marrow of Liu Beishui's severed finger and pulled it out violently.

A thick black blood spurted out. It was as if there was a terrifying boning knife, cutting deep into his bone marrow, his originally numb body trembled violently, and his bound hands and feet struggled and kicked wildly.

"Ahhhh

The miserable screams echoed in the ghost prison repeatedly. His body trembled miserably, his chest arched extremely forward, his emaciated expression contorted with excruciating pain.

This maddening pain should not be on earth, it belongs to hell!

Whenever Kerr appeared, Liu Beishui had to walk around hell, which was also the ultimate torture for Yu Chiyan. His body was also trembling wildly, and if he could exchange death for a chance to fight back, he would not hesitate to choose to bite through Kerr's throat!

Two white skeletons, trembling madly for a long time. In the end, Liu Beishui's body turned from stiffness to prostration, and he hung his head loosely.

Kerr threw away the golden needle in his hand, and said with a demonic smile: "There are still nine more." ”

Then, he walked up to Hong Feiying, bowed down and asked, "Miss, they will be executed tomorrow, don't you really want to torture that little ghost?"

Hong Feiying stared at Yu Chiyan, shook his head, and said, "He has been tortured. ”

Wei Chiyan's eyes widened, staring at Liu Beishui's tragic appearance, the corners of his eyes were torn apart by extreme madness and collapse, and the blood formed bloody tears, slowly flowing on his cheeks.

After a period of death-like silence, Liu Beishui raised his head in a heavy daze, his eyelids dragged, the corners of his mouth moved hard, and he said weakly to Yu Chiyan: "Little meaning." ”

"Woo!" In an instant, two lines of tears flowed from Yu Chiyan's eyes.

"What are you crying about?" Liu Beishui lowered his head weakly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "Today, the pain we endure is shed every drop of blood. Big brother, he will get it back for us. ”

............

Midnight.

The area around the brightly lit imperial city gradually quieted down.

A ghostly black figure carried a one-foot-high sack containing an unconscious Golden Fox Imperial Guard. However, when he passed by a filthy gutter by the imperial wall, he stopped. A severed finger was left on the edge of the gutter. He reached out and picked it up, sniffed it lightly, and his body shook violently.

Then he reached out and uncovered a rag by the side of the gutter, under which were nearly a hundred amputated fingers, emitting a pungent stench, and had rotted maggots.

He stood silently like a statue. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails were sinking deep into his palms, and he didn't know that blood was dripping down.

............

The next day, in the morning.

At the east gate of the imperial capital of the Golden Fox Kingdom, in front of the majestic city gate, there are divine relics and half-orcs coming and going. On the tower stood a row of majestic guards, standing as solemnly as statues. At the bottom of the castle tower, two guards in bronze armor stood, all wrapped in armor, except for the golden tail behind them and the slits in the eyes on their helmets.

"Hey!" a bronze guard halberd stopped a carriage and drank, "Iron slaves are not allowed to enter the imperial city!"

The owner of the carriage hurriedly got out of the car, apologized to the guard, and asked the servant to take away the few iron slaves he had brought.

After the small turmoil subsided, the guard turned his head to look, and the other guard, who had been silent, asked curiously, "You are from the Eighth Guards, right?"

"Yes. The other guard replied briefly.

"No wonder I haven't seen you before. The guard chattered and said, "I don't know what happened in the palace......?

"When will those two human felons be executed?" the silent guard asked.

"It's noon, there's still an hour. ”

Hearing this, the taciturn guard raised his head and glanced at the sun in the sky. Then he dropped the halberd and turned and walked towards the city.

"Hey, where are you going?!" the guard behind him asked in surprise.

"You'll find out in a moment. The taciturn guard said without looking back