Wu Zhiqi opened his eyes drowsily. He only felt pain all over his body, but he couldn't tell where it hurt. Ever since he was arrested, he had been thrown into this dark room and tortured.
Fainting and waking up, repeated over and over again, Wu Zhiqi truly realized what "infinite hell" is. However, he had practiced the art of "extreme torture" for many years, and he could survive no matter what kind of torture he suffered.
It's a pity that the secret medicine and talismans he kept close to him are gone! In pain, he secretly cursed the fat Taoist priest with thunder skills. Some of these secret medicines can quickly stop bleeding and heal injuries, and some can make people unaware of pain and hunger.
There are also poisons that can lead to immortality after taking them...Wu Zhiqi has no expectations for his own future: committing suicide is the best outcome.
However, seeking death is now as difficult as going to heaven. There is a leather shackle stuffed in the swollen mouth. Not to mention biting his tongue to commit suicide, he can't even speak. He is naked, even his head is shaved, and he can't find a rope to hang himself.
.Now he is in a small brick room. He lies down with his legs curled up. He turns around and stands up. The ceiling is above his head. The walls are bare with ceramic tiles, and there is only a wooden bucket in the room for toilet use.
The door is made of iron bars as thick as your thumb. Outside the brick building is a blank brick floor. A slight light shines in. Although the field of vision is limited, you can still tell that he is in a large room.
The house is usually dead silent, and the only sound is the footsteps of the guards patrolling every once in a while. The footsteps come from far to near, and then pass in front of the door. Any unnecessary noise will attract sharp scolding from the guards and unknown things.
The punishment of the East and the West will often make people scream sharply. From these painful wailings, Wu Zhiqi knew that there was more than one brick room in this house, and the other people arrested at the Maojia Inn should also be locked up here -
Because he heard Fuwen's wailing more than once.
"Humph, they are all incompetent people!" Wu Zhiqi didn't care about the life and death of these people.
"Creak-crack-clang!" The sound of the iron door hitting the brick wall continued.
"Come out! Come out!" The guards roughly dragged the prisoners out of the brick room one by one. Wu Zhiqi recognized all kinds of people in the Maojia Inn. They all looked exhausted, and their numbness revealed panic.
What is this? Wu Zhiqi thought to himself, but he is about to go on the road?
He was not afraid of death, and even looked forward to dying quickly. But prisoners like them were destined to die badly. From the moment he started doing this business, his master told him that he must not fall into the hands of the government in this business, otherwise he would be killed.
It is the end of death by a thousand cuts.
Compared with death, he was more afraid of his soul being taken away by Taoist Mu Shi - the Taoist said: If he dares to betray, his soul will be destroyed. After death, the three souls and six souls will be incomplete.
Even the Lord of Hell refuses to accept him, and he can only become a lonely ghost who will never be reborn!
Thinking of this, Wu Zhiqi couldn't help but shudder.
The guards locked the prisoners tightly against the wall in a "big" shape. The iron door of the big room opened, and several strangely dressed people came in. They were wearing white jumpsuits with arrow sleeves, gloves, and knee-length clothes.
The boots seemed to be made of oilcloth, with only their heads and faces exposed. Most of the weirdos covered their faces with a piece of cloth hanging from their ears, only their eyes were exposed. Only two people had their faces exposed, but they also had strange hangings around their waists.
Mask. The man recognized that these two people were Wu Mu and Cui Daozhang, and Jie Buliao was not among them - his strong figure was easy to identify, and the man breathed a sigh of relief.
Wu Mu nodded, the guards stood at attention, saluted, and filed out of the cell. Wu Mu glanced at the row of prisoners with a half-smile: "Witch Gu? Caisheng? You bastards!" He snorted from his nostrils: "All of them.
It's a shabby thing! Today, I want you to open your eyes and know the methods of my Senate!" After that, he nodded to Taoist Cui: "Taoist, you can start."
Taoist Cui rubbed his hands excitedly and put his small suitcase on the table. Wu Zhiqi's heart tightened: Are you going to trick me again?
The suitcase was opened, but inside was not a variety of scary torture instruments, but a silver-white square box that was neither gold nor jade. Cui Taoist priest opened the lid of the box and turned the inside of the lid toward the prisoners, but it was pitch black. The prisoners were confused.
, I saw the Taoist priest pressing something on the box, and the lid suddenly lit up, showing an image, and the prisoners couldn't help but widen their eyes.
The picture shows some back figures, tattered clothes, skinny bones, yellow heads, hunched backs, hands hanging down, dragging feet, stumbling with a strange pace. Aren't these the hungry people who can be seen everywhere?
What's weird? The man thought secretly. The scene gradually turned to the front of the figure. The exposed skin was lead-grey and covered with interlaced wounds. The ribs were even exposed on the chest, and gray-black intestines flowed out from the opening on the belly.
Hanging between his legs. The man's heart tightened, this was definitely not a living person! As if to confirm his judgment, the screen turned to show the face of the figure. "Ah!" Someone couldn't help but cry out. The face of the figure
It is a living skeleton. The nose has rotted away, leaving only two black holes. The eyes are muddy and shriveled. The lips have also been rotten, exposing the withered black tooth flesh. The yellow incisors are unusually ferocious and conspicuous. "Roar!" The figure suddenly made a huge sound.
Roaring, the black mouth seemed to swallow everything.
"Ah--" the prisoners screamed in unison, several streams of water flowed down the walls, and a smell filled the air.
"Can't you stand it anymore?" Taoist Cui waved his hand and fanned the air with disdain, "Killing corpses, skinning and removing bones, cooking corpses to make elixirs, you have experienced some scenes, what? You have never seen a living corpse? You are a country bumpkin!"
The scene continued to change, as if looking down from a high place. As far as the eye could see, there were black living corpses everywhere for a few feet below the feet. Skinny arms like forests stretched out into the air, with fingers spread out and nails as sharp as knives.
The living corpses roared, and the picture was full of rotten and hideous faces. Wu Zhiqi's body was oozing with cold sweat, this must be an endless hell! Suddenly, a man screamed and fell on top of the living corpses, and countless withered hands immediately clenched
Grasping his whole body firmly, he was instantly submerged in the faces of the living corpses, leaving only a sea of moving heads of the living corpses and a few touches of blood on the screen.
Are we going to feed the living corpses? Wu Zhiqi thought in fear. Then the scene changed again. A thief woman ran away in panic, surrounded by living corpses slowly surrounding her. The woman screamed and tried her best to avoid
Holding the withered hands of the living corpse, the clothes on her body were torn to pieces, exposing a large area of snow-white skin. Soon, the woman was surrounded by the living corpses, screaming in despair. The woman fell to the ground, her clothes had been
It was torn to pieces, and the white flesh was covered with blue-gray rotten withered hands. The living corpses were kneading the fresh flesh, and the woman could no longer scream, and she let out pitiful cries intermittently. A living corpse opened its mouth
With a big mouth and green saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, he came close to the woman's cheek and bit it slowly and firmly.
"Ah -" the woman screamed again. The living corpse shook its head from side to side and slowly tore off the piece of flesh. There was a bloody pit on the woman's face. More living corpses opened their mouths one after another.
, biting into various parts of the woman's body... until the living corpse moved between the woman's legs, knelt down, lifted the woman's thighs on his shoulders, and pushed forward... the living corpse swayed its waist back and forth, the woman had already
He made no sound, his head was tilted to one side, his face was bloody and bloody, and he was lying stiffly on the ground. On his chest and abdomen were the heads of several living corpses squirming, and his white calves hung on the shoulders of the living corpses, shaking with the rhythm of the movement.
Then. Several other living corpses crawled over from behind, held the woman's calf, and bit her calf... The living corpses continued to move, and the calves on the shoulders gradually turned into bloody leg bones. The living corpses emerged.
Howls of pleasure….
The picture darkened. Wu Zhiqi seemed to wake up from a nightmare and let out a long breath. Taoist Cui's voice rang out: "It is a mistake for you to live, and there is no benefit in the world." He raised his voice,
"Your lives are worthless, and your sins will never be redeemed!" He chuckled twice: "Fortunately, under the rule of my great Senate, there is nothing useless, even you-"
He deliberately prolonged his tone, as if to arouse the prisoners' curiosity, "...it's also useful. What you just saw, you will all be made into living corpses!" He paused again and asked the prisoners to take a closer look.
Digest this shocking news. "You will have two souls and four souls extracted from you. From now on, you will not be able to rebel, think, or die! Even if you are chopped into pieces, you will not die - if your soul is not intact, even the underworld will be tolerated.
You are not allowed to go, you will only suffer endless pain for eternity - becoming a slave of the Senate! Your wives and daughters will be turned into corpse prostitutes! They will be prisoners of the labor camp, slaves in the mines, ridden by thousands, and slept by thousands!
You have no chance to succeed, so you have to pay for your sins! Days like this will accompany you all your life, life after life, until thousands of years!"
Daochang Cui's voice was not loud, but these words were like a vicious curse, no, a cruel prophecy, which struck the prisoners' hearts hard, echoing in their minds with lingering sounds.
"May I have mercy on you! I want to be exposed and atone for my sins..." A prisoner suddenly collapsed and cried uncontrollably.
"What a waste of time!" Cui Hantang snorted dissatisfiedly and waved his hand downwards.
A strange man stepped forward, swung the short stick in his hand, and hit the prisoner's open mouth hard with a "snap" sound. Blood spattered, and his screams were choked in his throat. A tooth hit the prisoner's open mouth.
Wu Zhiqi's slap on the face caused a dull pain in his cheek. The prisoner fainted without saying a word.
"Hahahaha..." Cui Daochang laughed like a devil, "Why are you so anxious? When you become a living corpse, everything you know will be known to the Senate. Hahahahaha..." After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "First
This person who intended to atone for his sins was taken out to be refined into a living corpse!" (To be continued.) 8