Arms stretched out from the fence, struggling frantically to escape.
Snap!
A long black whip with barbs was suddenly thrown out, and a harsh sound broke through the air. It was severely slapped on an outstretched arm, and new scars were added to the already scarred arm.
The arm shrank back because of the pain, but after a brief hesitation, it still struggled to reach out, and its skinny and bloody fingers frantically scratched several times in the air, as if trying to grab the whip.
"presumptuous!"
The man in black robes in charge of patrol shouted angrily, and at the same time whipped out another whip!
This time he used clever force, and the long whip did not tear off a large piece of flesh and blood like last time. Instead, it tightly wrapped around the man's wrist. A circle of barbs hooked into the flesh and blood, and blood gushed out and dripped to the ground.
If he exerts any force, his hand will be torn off!
However, this action did not make the man feel scared. Instead, he became excited and grabbed the whip tightly!
The palm soon became bloody and bloody.
"Such dirty and despicable blood has soiled my whip!" The man holding the whip was angry and shouted coldly: "I don't know whether to live or die! Get him out!"
"yes!"
The servants following behind quickly responded and immediately stepped forward to open the door.
However, just when he was about to open the cell door, the man holding the whip suddenly shouted to stop him: "Wait a minute!"
The servant did not dare to disobey, so he immediately stopped his movements respectfully and stepped aside.
The man holding the whip looked at the prisoner trapped in the cell, saw the flash of shock and disappointment on the other person's face, and immediately sneered.
"Want to die?"
The man's hand holding the whip trembled slightly.
The man holding the whip narrowed his eyes: "Why, you can't stand the torture, and you think that if you piss me off, you can die more easily and be done with it?"
He whipped out his whip!
The man let out a scream, and something fell to the ground and rolled half a circle.
——It was one of that man's hands. The wrist had been torn off by a long whip, and it was bloody and bloody. It looked very scary.
"It's not time for you to die yet."
The man holding the whip laughed, took a step forward, and looked down at the prisoner who was curled up on the ground due to pain.
"In this Nether Bone Palace, if you want to die, you also need luck. Do you understand?"
On the wall of the cell, a black vine suddenly squirmed, silently came to the prisoner's body, and pierced his shoulder.
The man groaned, feeling only despair in his heart.
He really wanted to die because it was so painful here!
Instead of enduring torture day after day, he would rather die!
So he did not hesitate to try to make the other party angry and kill him. If that didn't work, he could also find a way to kill himself while he was out to be tortured.
——Anyway, as long as I can get out of here!
But now it seems that this hope has been completely dashed.
Dark red blood flowed along the black vines and was quickly absorbed.
The air is filled with an unbearable smell.
The man's body gradually became motionless, and the aura around him became much weaker.
But this does not mean that he is dead, but that part of the power in his body has been taken away again.
The man holding the whip stood in the corridor, glanced coldly at the cells on both sides, and sneered.
"Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. If anyone has these thoughts again, I guarantee that his end will be worse than this!"
