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The images of tormenting him in Harry's mind vanished, and Harry knelt on the ground, panting, tears clearly visible on his face, and his little face was haggard.

"Poof! poof!..." Then Harry heard the sound of his own heartbeat, so close, so rapid, as if in his ears, his heart was beating faster and faster, and then a bunch of memories came to his head, like a big bang, Harry screamed in pain, his hands clutched his head, bright red blood ran down his fingers, and he scratched his scalp.

These memories that had disappeared were replayed in Harry's mind, the battle in the underground palace, the hideous face when he slaughtered those knights, the resurrection after being tortured by the burly knight countless times, and the memory that he was most unwilling to recall.

In the dark room, nothing could be seen, it was dark, and the rancid smell that could make people faint at once permeated this small room, and suddenly a door opened, as if someone had walked in, very tall, the light from the outside shone in, and the black-haired little boy who was tied to a cross in the deepest part of the inside opened his eyes in a daze, but he was a little uncomfortable with the light, his eyes were half-open, and then the door closed again, and the darkness came again.

I couldn't see anything, and there was the wheezing sound of some animal around me, very hurried, far and near, which frightened the little boy, and he wanted to struggle, but he found that his hands and feet were firmly fixed, and along with his neck, he was also imprisoned, and he couldn't really move.

There was a slight pain in the arm, like a needle stuck on it, and then it was pulled out, and then the body became warm.

When the little boy hadn't finished feeling the changes in his body, suddenly his mouth was stuffed into a ball of cloth, full of foul smell, and wet, slippery, Harry accidentally swallowed a small part of the liquid, and the disgusting smell swept through, the bitterness was heartbreaking, and it was mixed with the greasy of something, which was unimaginable, and a strong feeling of vomiting hit instantly, and there was a feeling of discomfort in the stomach, and he wanted to vomit, but his mouth was plugged, and the vomit could only stay in his throat, which made the little boy extremely uncomfortable, and his breathing became unsmooth.

But it wasn't over yet, the little boy felt something sharp on his open palm, a little stinging, the little boy could feel the skin being pierced, the blood was flowing, "Bang!" the sound of something hitting it, "Hmm!!" followed by the sound of the little boy, the little boy's eyes were very wide, his hands and feet wanted to struggle, but they were firmly fixed, he couldn't move, his head could only shake, it looked like he was in some severe pain.

That's right, a very large iron nail was nailed to the little boy's palm, and the wooden plank behind it was pierced together, and the blood fell on the floor little by little, and the fingers on the palm that were pierced were still moving, and the pain was incomparable!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The sound of three pounds came in turn, each time it was hammered, it could arouse the little boy's painful sound, and there were three iron nails inserted in the small arm in turn, one wrist, one in the joint of the arm, and one in the shoulder and arm, the little boy who should have fainted in intense pain and pain, but for some reason he couldn't faint, but he still felt a little excited, like drinking stimulants or something, and he was energetic, which made the little boy suffer from the pain, and his spirit was about to collapse.

Then, not only the arm, but also the little boy's feet were nailed together, again and again, after a pause, and then continued, and the man who pounded the nail seemed to be very good at taking advantage of the pain, without the slightest opportunity for the little boy to rest, so that the little boy could fully experience the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The blood was left along the cross that tied the little boy, and there were a large number of blood stains on the ground, it seemed that there was a lot of blood loss, and it would definitely not have survived if it was a human being, but the little boy who should have lost too much blood and died was still alive, at this time his limbs were neatly filled with iron nails, his head was lowered, his eyes were blank, and he became extremely dim, as if he had been tortured to death, but his chest was still slightly undulating, proving that he was still alive, and the scene was terrible.

It's a pity that this torture is not over, and the iron nails were rudely pulled out by the person who beat them down, splashing some blood, and the little boy's expression moved slightly, and as one after another iron nails were pulled out, the little boy's expression had risen to a hideous and terrifying appearance.

At last he was finished, and the little boy's tense spirit from the pain suddenly relaxed, and he was on the verge of collapse, if it weren't for the voice in his head that was always encouraging him and accompanying him, he might have gone crazy a long time ago, and he was about to lose the pain he could not bear anymore, it was really too painful.

But this pain is not over, it hurts! It hurts! The body seems to be constantly being bitten by something, and the warm body suddenly becomes hot, so hot that the little boy's body is red, but his wounds pierced by iron nails are also slowly healed at this time, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, although they healed, they left an ugly scar.

The little boy looked at the darkness in front of him, and let out a whining sound, and his bloodshot eyes widened wide, as if he was saying something, but no one paid attention to it, as if he was alone in the whole space.

The door opened again, the light shone in again, and the little boy struggled to raise his head and look at the tall, bloated figure and go out.

Maybe the soul in the little boy's body really couldn't stand it anymore, and decided to swap souls with the little boy who was about to collapse, and let himself be in charge of the body.

After a while, the figure came in again, as if holding some tool, closed the door, if someone paid attention to the little boy's eyes at this time, they would definitely find that the original black pupils had turned into jewel-like dark green eyes, which looked a little dazzling in the dark, like a glowing gem, of course, this also attracted the attention of the monster, it was stunned for a while, curiously looking at the little boy's eyes, the little boy who had exchanged souls could now see what the monster hidden in the darkness looked like, feeling the shock and discomfort brought by the body and smelling the indescribable stench in the air。

The monster just looked at the little boy curiously for a while, and then continued to do the business that his master had explained, stretched out his little hand and took out a small dark purple centipede from the small bucket he brought in, walked up to the little boy, ignored the little boy's pleading eyes, and put the centipede in front of him into his ear.

Disgusting bugs like white maggots were placed on the little boy's body one by one, and the arm was bitten out of a bloody hole by these bugs, and then drilled into it, and a small piece of swelling that would move appeared on the surface of the body, the little boy's expression was naturally needless to say, the body was crawling with these disgusting bugs, and these bugs were still biting the little boy's flesh and blood, the pain was unimaginable, the facial expression was hideous like a ghost, and sweat was like water all over the forehead and cheeks.

The torture, I don't know how long it lasted, whether it was a day or a week, it didn't matter anymore, the little boy and the soul in the body were busy enduring the physical and mental pain, they had experienced too much pain together, the spirit had reached the critical point of collapse, and if they came a few more times, they would probably go crazy.

The last time the boy woke up was of an old woman in a black robe, who stretched out her palm like a dead branch and slowly pressed it against Harry's face, with a satisfied smile on her face and a look of surprise, but it was quickly hidden by her, and the little boy closed his eyes and lost consciousness.