Looking at his hideous appearance, the filthy pig laughed even more, full of pride and inner satisfaction.

Once upon a time, he was in charge of the largest dungeon of the Demon Clan, where the prisoners could let him play with it at will, but now he has fallen into this fate.

He resents the new king and looks forward to Hu Tian, so he must behave well, drive this person crazy, and torture him.

Cover everything he knows.

Zhang Er, who was chained to the pipa bone and penetrated the pipa bone, was already sitting on the floor of the cell, and the wall behind him had several notches that could quickly tighten the chain to control him.

The pig crouched in front of him, sprinkled poison under his feet, and urinated again.

Satisfied, he stepped back and pulled the control of the chain, but he felt comfortable when he saw Zhang Er lying on the ground licking like a mad dog.

"Enough", he stepped forward and found that Zhang Er didn't pay attention to him at all, still licking the brick cracks on the ground.

Lifting his foot, he flew him straight away and slammed it into the wall.

The chains tightened, and the filthy pig picked up a few sharp knives from the shelf beside him, and looked at Zhang Er with a smile.

The healing drugs were quite miraculous, no matter how many injuries he had, he could heal in one night, including his throat, and now he could speak.

"Don't... Don't....", Zhang Er trembled and stuck to the wall, not knowing whether it was the tears on his face or the liquid under his body, resisting and dodging.

But the smile on the face of the filthy pig became even stronger, and the knife slowly, slowly embedded in the ribs, and stood up with the slide.

The effect of the poison at this moment is fully activated.

The pain seemed to be able to reproduce, and it began to climb up Zhang Er's head quickly, and the pain in his heart made him start to roar, and the struggling chains rattled, but they couldn't stop it.

Another knife, until seven knives, all embedded, let go of the pig as if admiring a work of art.

And his fingers, jumping with electricity.

The flickering light, jumping, fell on every metal knife, the trembling of the body and the malaise of the soul made Zhang Er almost numb, but he couldn't stop this endless torture.

Filthy Pig never asked about anything, he was just enjoying the torture.

"Do you know who you are?" , the sharp voice echoed in Zhang Er's ears.

"I love it, studying the structure of the body, you're amazing, your bones are hard and can withstand a lot of experiments that I didn't dare to try before"

"Cooperate with me, you will cooperate with me, right?"

The thunder that jumped on the body touched every inch of the nerve cells that existed, and they died rapidly, and multiplied rapidly under the healing of the potion, stimulated by the poison.

It starts to swell, the cells get bigger and bigger, and they can tolerate more and more things.

Only Zhang Er's soul trembled, his crazy thinking began to split, and a twisted soul slowly revealed his figure from his depths.

Another day, another day.

Until his body, every inch of skin was already covered with scars, and those marks seemed to be connected to each other, like an eye, slowly opening.

"Hold on, you'll have nothing left when you die"

"Lord Hu Tian, I still want to see you alive~ I want to persevere"

"I'll teach you a way, how about it~"

The sharp voice echoed in his ears every minute and every second, and he couldn't tell whether it was day or night, he was always there, like a worm living in the ear canal.

Day and night, it gnaws on its body, making a clattering sound.

"Ahh

A steel needle the thickness of a thumb, embedded in the heart.

He could only stare blankly at the dim ceiling, the poison producing hallucinations of dependence, tearing his brain apart piece by piece, and reorganizing it unrestrictedly.

"Let me die...", I don't know if it was muttering when I was awake, or what I said when I was confused.

Healed wounds, broken, healed, and repeatedly.

When the filthy pig came this day, he was holding a disgusting bug in his hand, and he didn't know what it was, but he could only see the countless tentacles writhing wildly.

The fear in Zhang Er's eyes trembled, but he couldn't break free from the restraints on his body, and the insect bit his chest and got in, gnawing on the sound of bones.

Click, click...

I don't know where I crawled, but the voice was always there, it was always there, and he was about to go completely crazy, the disturbing sound.

"Where are you! It's so itchy! It hurts! ...”

"Why... Who's there!! ”

"Don't make a sound! It's noisy... It's noisy..."

Zhang Er's eyes were dazed and painfully struggling, the sound of the iron chain clattering was not an exaggeration at all, only the sound that had always existed in his body made him crazy.

The filthy pig spread his hands in satisfaction and stood in front of him, his eyes full of appreciation for his work, how long.

I can finally taste this taste, I can finally let myself squander it at will, and I can torture people's minds at will.

It's been four or five days and hasn't been here.

But the patrolling guards could always hear the terrifying roars and intermittent skin-numbing pleading voices from the depths of the dungeon below.

"You have to learn to have some fun on your own", the filthy lord walked in again half a month later with some medicine, and he smiled, laughing so happily and hideously.

The retinue behind him threw in a rotting corpse, I don't know how long it had been dead, and it couldn't see clearly that its face had rotted and it was stinking and black.

He was light on his hands and feet, and poured some poison on the corpse.

The familiar smell made Zhang Ergui's body shrinking in the corner tremble a few times, and then he was like a beast, and rushed out in an instant.

But the restraint of the iron chain strangled his limbs and shoulder blades with blood, but he didn't have any expression.

Just frantically looking at the decaying corpse sprinkled with potions.

The original jet-black hair may have become scarlet due to the long-term blood immersion.

The cloak looked like an evil ghost, struggling to bite the corpse in front of him.

The filthy pig smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the guard loosened the length of one meter in the chain, just so that he pounced on the corpse, and the way he gnawed at it, he couldn't tell that this was once a sunny and cheerful teenager.

All that remains, unrecognizable madness, madness that can't be saved at all.

Approaching the guard who wanted to make Zhang Er back a little, but he lacked some attention, and the scarlet mouth bit on the guard's arm.

With a tear, a large piece of flesh was bitten raw, and the guards retreated in pain.

And Zhang Er was faced with a group of guards beating with knives and sticks, but he laughed and chewed.

He reattached to the wall, he no longer knew what pain was, he smiled, it was a crazy smile that had lost his sense of self.

In the immersed space, only he cowered in the corner, not knowing what he was muttering.

One laughs, the other cries, sometimes pressing his fingers hard against the wall, letting the blood be like a pillar, as if he doesn't care at all.

He was talking to someone, and Zhang Er didn't know him.

It was after here that another one appeared.

The man stood in front of himself lying on the ground, his long bright red hair was windless and automatic, and he did not speak.

Just Yang Tian laughed and looked at him sarcastically.

I don't know where he walked into his heart, that hideous face is not a person, it's a ghost.

Iron skewers, embedded in ten fingers.

No matter how much he struggled and begged for mercy, it seemed that the more this happened, the more excited the filthy pig became, and the red-hot iron stick, as the temperature rose, the pain doubled and intruded the soul that was not in Qingming.

He wept and pleaded, his body shuddered and shrank back, but the wall behind him was extremely cold.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!! ”

"Your everything!! Everything here!! ”

The smile on his face became even stronger as he listened, as if he liked it.

The poison poured into his mouth was like a bottomless abyss, allowing him to fall into it, not knowing when he would see the light.

There are only false pictures, vivid figures, slowly disappearing, dying.

The darkness of the dungeon, the endless loneliness, the false world, the unrecognizable him, and who can save him.

"I really want to... Step into a wonderful world..."

"Then will you leave it to me?"

Standing in front of him, he tentatively squatted in front of him, gently stroking Zhang Er's face.

"Over to you... Will everything change..."

"I... It's not me anymore..."

The same Zhang Er showed a hideous smile, like a demon, and stuck it on his face.

"What do you think?"

……

"Who are you...", the darkness of the scene, homeopathic transformation.

And it has become a world of corpses, where rivers flow from the blood pool, and roads paved with corpses, and only a person with a face similar to Zhang Er stands at the highest place of the corpses.

The consciousness that gradually collapsed, roared and laughed wildly, for some reason just looking at the sea of blood between heaven and earth, laughing inexplicably, looking at the raised hand, becoming a little transparent, and the laughter became even more desolate and terrifying.

A long, long time has passed.

Sun Bin and they have already entered the next interface.

Only here, in endless darkness, there is another person, who does not know whether he is laughing or crying every day, and more vaguely crazy.

"Don't forget, have you forgotten?"

"How many seeds are in the gourd?" , The filthy pig slid gracefully from Zhang Er's body, as if he was painting with a sharp knife, casual and full of blood.

"Five thousand two hundred and forty-seven..."

"Five thousand two hundred and forty-eight...", a trembling voice, muttered from the mechanical department of his mouth that did not dare to resist.

The dim world has narrowed the distance, and the suffering does not seem to end, it will always be there.

"How did this happen!" , Hu Tian's angry face made the filthy pig kneeling on the ground tremble.

He looked at Zhang Er, who had already realized madness, and his face was bruised.

This way! How else to find the existence of those two divine seals! This way! Can you still call it human!

Zhang Er, who was cowering on the ground, looked at Hu Tian pointing at him, and didn't know why he was still laughing.

Hu Tian's brows became tighter and tighter, he took a deep breath and shook his head.

"This man has been, deposed..."