In bedroom 4c,

Andy, the locksmith, is still fascinated by the study of door locks.

The runes in the keyhole made him feel as if he had sunk into an ocean, a world that was hungry for him.

"The ring of the ring, the word of the word, the bitterness of the suffering. A world within a world! Andy's eyes were bloodshot and he kept muttering in a low voice.

He could feel the vast world on the other side of the lock, and he felt that he was about to have an epiphany, about to comprehend the mysteries.

And in fact, the lock is on the opposite side of the world.

A person's screams and pleadings are constantly ringing.

"I'm leaving, leaving, leaving, let me out!"

His body, starting from the pelvic bone and extending downwards, including his legs, had completely turned into bones, and countless steel nails had been driven into the bones, and the right calf bone was broken and fell to the ground.

The upper body is hung in the air with a long iron brazing-like barb.

His arms had lost skin, their bare purple-red muscles were in tatters, and the jagged steel nails had been inserted.

These steel nails pass through the muscle plexus, pierce the bones, and emerge from the other side, like the originator of body piercing, and the tongue nails and lip rings are simply weak compared to these.

In the abdomen, a sharp blade seven or eight feet long was inserted.

"You untrustworthy despicable fellow, that's not what I want!"

"It's not fair, I've been deceived by you." The man who was hanging here wailed loudly.

With each of his openings, he could clearly see that between his tongue and gums, there were dense steel needles.

Perhaps because the blood had dried up, there was no bright red flowing out of his lips as he spoke.

"Thorndike, you used to be so lustful."

"But now it's so petty that I can't be interested!"

Another indifferent voice rang out from the hanging Thorndike, the originator of this masterpiece of the human body, a monk from Leviathan who existed to maintain order.

He was wearing a black tight-fitting robe and trench coat, and the skin of his head had been cut in half, revealing a withered yellow Heavenly Spirit Cover skull.

The remaining skin on the forehead has been cut out of the shape of a mountain-shaped crown, and each peak of the crown is inserted with steel nails, like a New Year's painting, stabilizing the appearance.

The lips were sliced off whole, like a grinning clown.

He was bare-chested and exposed, and three pairs of lightning-shaped explicit wounds were symmetrically carved along his ribs on his chest.

The abdomen resembles an unsutured wound from a caesarean section, and an upside-down key-shaped iron handle is inserted into the navel.

"I have personally offered countless sacrifices to you.!"

"And these, is that my reward?!" Thorndike, who was hanging, asked in pain.

"Isn't that what you've been looking for, and we've been doing it for thousands of years." The Keyhole Hellmonk stabbed a sharp blade into Thorndike's body again as he spoke.

This is not for the body, but for the torture of the soul.

"Stop, please. I have always followed your orders well. Give me another chance! ”

"I have found yet another heinous filthy soul in this world, and I will bring him to you at once, and I only want to be reborn myself!" Thorndike said bitterly.

Originally, as a hell worshipper, he had done countless things in the human world for the Keyhole Hell Monk, and he thought that he could get the ultimate enjoyment, but no one ever told him that it was this kind of enjoyment.

"Can't we think about it, master?"

"Isn't there a glimmer of mercy?"

Hearing this plea, at the monk's right foot, a creature that looked like a monkey was spoken, with a pitch-black body, yellow eyes, and a hedgehog sticking out of its back.

Hearing this, the Keyhole Hell Monk slowly let go of the bladed dagger in his hand, turned his head, looked down at the monkey-like creature, clapped his hands together, and said in praise:

"Have mercy, my little agate?"

"Oh, what a touching vulgarity!"

As he spoke, the index finger of his right hand, which was like the tip of a needle, lightly pressed against the monkey-like creature's head.

This little thing, before it even had time to beg for mercy, immediately dried up and turned into a puddle of ashes the moment it was touched.

"You've induced this little pet's sympathy, Thorndike. This makes me have to put a stop to its existence! ”

The monk finished his actions as if he had swept away the dust, and then turned his gaze back to Thorndike.

The steel nails and daggers pierced Thorndike's body seemed to have become wriggling creatures, and the feeling of extreme pain pierced Thorndike's whole body.

This gave his soul that was about to be numbed to a whole new level of suffering, and the soul that was tortured to the point of almost collapsing was forcibly held together by these steel nails, making his suffering beyond the limits of an individual soul.

"I didn't have it, it's not me! It's not my fault, please. We're still in the middle of the deal, which doesn't fit the process. ”

The intense pain, even Thorndike's soul, gave off a foul smell.

"Okay, stop crying, this pain is just a compulsory course for monks, that's it!"

"But the role you played in the play 'The Death of Little Onyx' left a deep impression on the abusive soul in me, which made me look forward to what was next."

The Keyhole Monk half-raised his palm, revealing an evocative expression.

"What else do you want?"

"As you said, offer your chosen sinful soul to make a deal for your rebirth, I look forward to your gaze!"

"Yes! Yes, sir! I'm relieved! ”

The chains tightened, and Thorndike's stump fell to the hot ground, but he had ignored the scorching heat, and there was only one thought in his heart: relief, liberation, liberation!

Thorndike immediately communicated with Demin who was still in the basement through the broken bones he had left behind.

"What's next?"

"What should I do next, Sister Lydia, please guide me, please, show me clearly!"

Holding a woman's severed arm, Deleming knelt on the blood-soaked floor, looking anxious, and asked the corpse pieced together on the wall.

".blood.!" Thorndike's voice, coming from the corpse, was full of longing.

But Delvin didn't care about any of this anymore, he immediately picked up the dagger on the wooden table, which was stained with unknown dirt and even some rust, and turned and walked towards the basement door.

Blood, blood, blood.

Delemin's face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he kept muttering these two words, and he thought of the locksmith in the bedroom.

He had forgotten Thorndike's previous prompt to ask the locksmith to pick the lock.

In the living room No. 4C,

Just according to Wu Heng's instructions, he drew the dissolving spell with table salt, covered the carpet back to its place, and tore the dissolving spell photo into pieces in line with professional principles.

He came to the door of the bedroom again, and said:

"Hey, locksmith."

"If my brother didn't ask, don't say I've been here, if I did, haha. Then tell him the truth! ”

The young man felt that he left without saying a word, and there was always a sense of loss in the brocade night, in case the other party was a fool or didn't care about the book at all, and didn't find his masterpiece at all,

Isn't that a vain drawing?

But Andy, the locksmith, turned a deaf ear to the young man's voice.

His eyes had almost touched the keyhole of the wall, and the tears secreted by his pupils had wet the wall to the size of a fist.

It's just that the guy looked at it from the oblique side, and didn't find this abnormality, and saw that Andy didn't speak, and was about to continue to speak,

But I heard a low pant behind me.

"Oops!" The young man's heart sank, this is the feeling of someone behind him.

"I hope it's not the owner, but this locksmith seems to be asleep at this time, and if it's the owner, maybe I can pretend to be the locksmith's apprentice again and get out."

The young man's mind was in a hurry, and he managed his facial expressions in a moment, and he planned to turn back naturally.

Burst--!

The friendly smile that the young man just showed stiffened on his face, he lowered his head sluggishly, and then his pupils contracted rapidly,

I only saw the tip of a dagger half an inch on my chest,

He was directly stabbed in the heart.

"I'm going to die!"

"Damn, the huge amount of five thousand dollars I just earned hasn't been spent yet," the idea popped up in the young man's heart for the first time.

Poof!

After two stabs again, three penetrating wounds appeared on the guy's body.

Mr. Deleming, who has killed dozens of people in a row, naturally will not commit the stupid behavior of talking nonsense and not knowing how to mend the knife in the novice period.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength.

'Stab three times in the back, don't open your mouth before three stabs', this is Delming's code of conduct.

None of the people who died at his hands died from the opposite side.

Cheap cheap you dog. Finish! The young man choked on blood in his mouth, extremely unwilling, and said this sentence intermittently.

Bang!

The young man who had been fatally injured in his body and was only conscious was still struggling with the five thousand dollars in his pocket, but he was suddenly pushed to the ground by a strong push from behind him.

The body slammed straight and fell on the floor, bounced up three inches high again, and then fell back.

His nose was smashed flat, he was already completely fainting, and quickly died in the syncope.

"The blood is there, the blood is there.!"

Deemin muttered, grabbed the guy's hind legs, pulled out a bloody streak, and went straight back to the basement.

And Andy, the locksmith in the bedroom,

But he turned a deaf ear to the exciting scene that was close at the door, and he didn't even bother to look back, just constantly studying the lock on the wall.

He felt like he was about to solve the mystery.

"It's . That word, that word that is more mysterious than these symbols! ”

The pupils had been clinging to the painted walls, constantly squeezed and eroded by the lime powder, which had caused the eyeballs to be congested and swollen, but Andy finally noticed the change.

Under the intense stinging of his eyeballs, guided by such pain, he saw that the symbols gradually converged into a complete word:

"Pain is the key!"

The voice fell,

The deep blue light, lit up in the bedroom, drowned out all the filth and chaos, but in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed up by the overwhelming darkness.

At the end of the locked passage, in the dense darkness, a little reddish oozed out, gradually increasing, like an entrance, an entrance to some mysterious realm, and the glowing blood light filled it.

In the crimson foam, Andy saw a man, or a humanoid, coming on the blood wave.

That's a terrifying alien monster!

"Oh God! That hoarse wail, where did I attract the sacred?! ”

At this time, Andy, who had regained his senses a little, tore his dry and sore eyeballs away from the tear-stained wall in horror.

He took two steps back in fear, but tripped over the bed behind him and sat down.

"God, what the hell have I done!"

The walls were like ancient gates, a crack had been opened, and a cold aura and endless wails came from within.

"You opened the door of dreams!"

The Keyhole Hell Monk slowly walked out of it, his voice cold and relieved.

Andy finally saw the scene inside the door that he longed for, saw Thorndike who was still breathing, and saw the manifestation of pain.

"Welcome on, Mr. Andy, as you might think, this is hell, and as order, we need your locksmith talents!"

The Keyhole Monk's voice fell, and before Andy could answer, a steel nail with a wire had already flown into Andy's body.

Swish!

"Ah, it hurts, it's not what I was expecting!"

Andy's body twitched and wailed.

I saw that countless black spikes suddenly appeared all over his body, like a humanoid cactus.

But that subtle prism,

It's more like the tip of an iron nail.

Rumble--!

The tiny spikes suddenly swelled, and all of them turned into finger-thick and foot-long iron nails, and they clustered into a huge humanoid sea urchin.

And poor Mr. Andy has been torn and crushed into flesh by these crowded iron nails.

Inside the wall, the broken Thorndike had disappeared in place with the help of the open passage.

Because there is no one to use the coordinates of his death to go to the blood sacrifice, summon and resurrect him, he can only take this way of temporarily opening with the help of the hell passage to return to the world.

Basement,

With the body of the guy, he was dragged in and thrown at the feet of the patchwork corpse.

The corpse on the wall suddenly opened its eyes, and the young man's corpse was visibly dried up, and all the blood in his body was lost.

"Haha, I'm finally back, and you're done!"

The resurrected Thorndike broke free from the wall, his face restored to his original square, resolute face with the replenishment of blood.

Some complete donors and blood, he doesn't need someone else's face.

"You, you're the master of that voice. Are you Sister Lydia, but you're a man! ”

Deleming sat on his knees, tilted his head, and asked a little distractedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting a little carried away."

Thorndike walked up to Delming, stroked Delming's face, and said softly:

"No one else knows how to listen to your heart, except for me."

"Those ordinary people do not understand your actions, and what you do has nothing to do with death, nor is it destruction."

"It's about creating!"

"Just like my body right now, Deleming, I know you've done a lot for me and opened a new life for me."

Under Thorndike's touch, Delming was smeared with blood on Thorndike's palm, and under the interweaving of red and white skin tones, he actually showed a little shyness:

"I'm just.!"

(End of chapter)

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