The air here is viscous.

Bloody, rotten, dark, damp, sultry, lack of oxygen, I don't know how long I have been immersed in such an environment, and occasionally I think of the feeling of the outside world with coolness and breeze in my nose, and it is like a world away.

He still struggled to keep his brain awake, even though it meant a thousand heart-piercing pains weighing heavily on the string.

He couldn't tell where else in his body he could use, seven or eight different pains would come from the same part at the same time, and there was no need to expect numbness to the pain, but the brain's ability to perceive where the injury was was indeed ineffective.

The first three days were the king of Zhenbei, and there was cruel pleasure in his eyes. Wu Qiu didn't expect such a distorted expression to appear on this majestic face, and then look at these complete utensils, look at the blood stains that are still fresh, the frequency of use of this torture chamber obviously shows the prince's perverted habits.

Three days later, he left, and at this time, Wu Qiu's body was still in tatters, and he couldn't distinguish his human form.

King Zhenbei is keen to break a beautiful and perfect piece of porcelain, and he is too lazy to do anything with those pieces.

But for Wu Qiu, the real pain has only just begun, and a genius executioner will vent his unfinished anger in the place of his master, and he will begin to test his wild ideas on this strong body.

His technique is much more nuanced, and his understanding of pain is deeper, and every part of the body must have been used to its fullest extent before it was completely damaged.

Just one day later, as soon as Wu Qiu's body saw him, he began to tremble violently and irrepressibly.

I don't know how long the days that followed, each day challenged the limits of what he could endure, and then the next day was even more unbearable, until the executioner finally got tired of the rotten meat.

And this is the moment that Wu Qiu has been waiting for.

The King of Zhenbei had long forgotten about him, and the executioner thought that he had long since collapsed - even if he was occasionally awake, it was nothing, and he could not have the ability to resist.

Not to mention that the meridian tree had been dug up at the beginning, even if he really had the power to resist, how could he endure the moments when he was screaming and trembling so many times before?

Impossible.

But to wash Wu Qiu is to endure it.

Although the meridian tree was scrapped in the first place, the eyes were only gouged out the next day.

The so-called "Immortal Bestows Pupil", although this left eye is not useful for accumulating true qi, there are indeed some remnants in it.

He carefully guarded this faint true qi, day and night, which was the key to his life.

Until the man unhooked him like a piece of rotten meat.

"Poof".

In the quiet of the chamber, the executioner's eyes widened, as if he saw the pork on the cutting board suddenly stick out of a spike and pierce the butcher's throat.

Killing a person can take a month, or it can take just a blink of an eye.

Washing Wu Qiu accurately controlled the balance of his true qi, and he didn't waste a single penny, because he still needed the remaining true qi to support this body with all broken bones and no strength left.

- In the past twenty days, he had not eaten any water for the first twenty days, and had to eat some swill occasionally.

Stepping over the corpse at his feet, Xi Wu Qiu touched the door with his memory.

When he was caught here that day, he wrote down the way he had come from, and this memory was preserved by him as precious as those true qi.

At this point, I was finally able to pull it out.

It's night.

Although his eyes are no longer sensitive, there are many other temperaments at night, and he has often accompanied them in those experiences over the past ten years.

The location of the torture chamber was relatively remote, and the way out had been in his mind thousands of times, and it was the first time he had measured the land with his feet, but he was already familiar with it.

Passing through the gardens and out of the back wall of the city, this is the edge of the palace, with only a small courtyard and a small hut that I don't know what to do.

He'd go to the cottage first, because it was supposed to be a kitchen.

He had to eat and drink, and he needed precious true qi to climb over the walls of the courtyard and go out of the city, and he couldn't waste it on making offerings to his body.

When I got there, I pushed the door, and sure enough, it was locked, and I turned to the window and squeezed in, and suddenly touched a warm wall of earth while groping.

Be...... Stove!

Washing Wu Qiu quickly sniffed and groped, stuffed the soft things in the pot into his mouth, and slowly swallowed them under the severe pain of rubbing against his eroded mouth.

The decision to enter here was the right one, although it consumed two equally valuable things, time and true qi.

But it was not only water and food, but also time, because the walls of the furnace were still warm, and it should be shortly after nightfall.

Wash Wu Qiu sat here for a while, and after a long time, he felt some heat in his body, and he squeezed out of the window again.

Moving on, in the midst of the trees, he walked strangely like a beast with his memory.

This is a rockery, and I reached out and touched the craggy rock.

Here it should be the flowers, and sure enough, the fragrance has reached the nostrils.

The sound of the water has arrived at the spring pool.

There should be a small kiosk in front, go around and pay attention to the steps.

One hundred and fifty steps, it should be to the small courtyard.

I don't know who lives there, try to get around.

Suddenly he stopped, and a rather light man in the small courtyard was kicked out, rolled twice and rolled to the ground.

Wash Wu Qiu stood motionless in the shadows of the trees, blending in with the night.

Then there was another "oh oh" footsteps out of the door, accompanied by a sharp female voice: "Cheap thing! The pig hand who washes the urine bucket every day dares to touch my hairpin! ”

The woman on the ground wailed and let out a "uh", and then seemed to be choked.

He couldn't see, but he was familiar with the sound—it was a heavy kick on his stomach.

"You think this hairpin is beautiful, don't you? Do you still want to try it on?! Whining slut, don't you want to touch it, touch it for you! Touch it for you! ”

It's the sound of a sharp weapon entering the body, and it should be the hairpin.

There were hurried steps running out, accompanied by a reassuring voice: "Miss, miss, discourage—hey, why are you dirty your hands for this pig." ”

The sound of stabbing stopped.

The young lady gasped and stood up and screamed, "Beat me to death, feed the dog!" ”

"Good, good! Feed the dogs, feed the pigs! Miss, don't be angry. As he spoke, the man kicked the lying girl in the face.

Wash Wu Qiu only hesitated for less than a second.

He reached out and plucked a leaf from the tree.

When he made this decision, he realized that he was still so alive.

The previous dozens of days of darkness, including the period after escaping from the torture chamber, were just a survival machine.

Carefully preserved the true qi of the day and night, it flowed out without hesitation at this time, and Wu Qiu seemed to turn into a ghost in the wind.

A leaf cut the throats of two people, and the young lady strangely reached out and wiped her neck, blood gushing into her hand, and she raised her hand to see that there was still horror in her bright eyes.

Wash Wu Qiu watched a master and a servant fall in front of him.

There is only half of the True Qi left, and you can still climb over the courtyard wall, but you must not be able to support it outside the city.

Wash Wu Qiu heard that the tortured girl on the ground was slowly sitting up, and the master died like this, and she would definitely not be let go after that—but she would not have lived.

I didn't want to save her.

Wash Wu Qiu slowly collapsed to the ground, and he suddenly understood this truth: escaping, killing back decades later, and still torturing the enemy with the same torture, that is called revenge; And now throwing away the opportunity to be born, and doing the exact same thing that led to you in such a situation, and doing it all over again, is called victory.

- You think that the torture that came for dozens of days and nights has completely destroyed me, but in fact, not even a single cent of me has changed.