"Who...are...you?" Just as Fang Zhongshou was about to inject a drug that would aggravate the sensitivity of the nervous system, Leng Shanrong, who should have been unable to speak, made a sound from his trembling mouth. It was very vague and difficult.
His expression was also very painful, but he did show it.
Huh? Fang Zhongshou's sleepless eyes were a little surprised, but he soon returned to a calmness like a deep pool. He pushed the piston gently, squeezed out the air in the syringe, and then inserted it into the blood vessel of Leng Shanrong's wrist.
The blood bag and medicine bottle are inserted into the arm at the same time, one for blood transfusion and the other for medicine transfusion.
After completing a series of preparations, Fang Zhongshou's ghost-like voice floated out again: "Let you experience what pain is and what anatomy is."
His fingertips were swiping around the medicine box, stirring at will, and a small scalpel was screwed into his hand like a resurrection. The very simple movement was smooth and smooth in his hand, with a kind of visual enjoyment.
"The first step, nails."
The sharp scalpel slowly swiped along the edge of the thumb nail, and traces of blood seeped out, sliding down the finger onto the wooden floor, staining it with dots of red and desolate beauty.
The sound of tearing paper sounded softly, a complete nail was peeled off, the fingertips were twisted, and a little salt powder was sprinkled.
Hmm!!! Fingers connected to the heart, the severe pain made Leng Shanrong's eyes turn white, his teeth chattered, big drops of cold sweat dripped down, and his body twitched more violently. The nails were peeled off and sprinkled with salt, that kind of pain
It's enough to make an ordinary person faint on the spot, not to mention that before taking action, Fang Zhongshou also injected him with an injection that increases nerve sensitivity, amplifying the pain three to five times!
"The second..." Ignoring Leng Shanrong's pain, Fang Zhongshou focused all his attention on the ten fingers in front of him. The scalpel moved and stopped on the second finger. The blade followed the outline of the thumb nail.
Scratching again, with a sound like tearing paper, another nail was peeled off.
The third and fourth pains swept through Leng Shanrong like a tide. He was like a drowning man struggling in the churning sea water, but the sea water choked into his mouth one after another, destroying his life and torturing him.
body.
He wanted to shout and struggle, but his body and throat no longer obeyed the command. He could only allow the pain to continuously impact his nerves, silently enduring the maddening "stimulation".
He thought about death, but the needle on the left kept injecting blood into his body, and the needle on the right kept injecting medicinal liquid. The two substances maintained his life and made his consciousness clearer.
Silent midnight, silent bar, silent corridor, silent room, everything is so quiet, only the occasional tearing sounds and suppressed moans circulate in the air.
A gloomy atmosphere quietly filled the air.
What was most unbearable for Leng Shanrong was that he didn't even know who this crazy devil was or what he wanted to do. Everything happened too suddenly, even inexplicably. Before, he even helped like a fool
When I started, I felt strange at the time, but now I think about it, I am so stupid, I am just digging my own grave.
He, Leng Shanrong, has dominated the underworld for so many years and has become the strongest among the five sharp knives. Whether in the Tide Gang or in the entire HN, he has a great reputation. Whoever sees him calls out Brother Rong disrespectfully, even if it is
The other nine major gangs in mainland China also know his name!
But today... I was full of confidence and wanted to become famous again, but I encountered such an unheard-of thing before the war started. This is a shame! It is a great shame!!
His body was suffering great pain, his mind was suffering from depression, and his heart was suffering from shame and anger. His... strong mind was on the verge of collapse. Tears began to accumulate in the corners of his eyes. This was the first time since his debut more than ten years ago that he
I feel like crying.
He hates!!! He hates!!!
In just ten minutes, Fang Zhongshou pulled off Leng Shanrong's ten fingernails one by one, looked through them one by one, picked out the most complete one and put it in his own glass bottle.
"Next... what should we play?" He picked out a brand new scalpel, and the sharp and cold tip slid back and forth on Leng Shanrong's body like a snake. The faint sound was more like the devil's grin.
"What...do you...want...to..." He tried his best to squeeze out vague sentences. Leng Shanrong was a strong man. He was not afraid of pain, no matter how unbearable it was, he could not bear this kind of mental torture.
.
"That's it." The scalpel stayed on Leng Shanrong's eyelids, and the sharp edge gently scratched it. Although it didn't cut, the cold feeling was enough to make people's hearts tremble. "However,
Before that, let me ask you a question."
"Say" His teeth were slipping uncontrollably, and his facial muscles were twitching and stiff, but Leng Shanrong still tried his best to squeeze out the words.
"First question, who is the person who attacked Xu Yun?" Fang Zhongshou said, using tweezers to pull up his eyelids, and the scalpel began to cut slowly, and he cut off the eyelashes one by one.
"You...are..." Leng Shanrong's spirit was slightly shaken, and he finally confirmed the identity of the person in front of him. There is no such monster in the Nongchao Gang, so there is only one explanation...Tianmen! He comes from Tianmen!
"Don't want to say it?" Fang Zhongshou said coldly and dryly, the tweezers suddenly pulled hard, and the scalpel vibrated to the right. The blade cut, blood spattered, and the entire eyelid was cut off in an instant, and the exposed eyeballs were like
It was severely bulging like a dead fish, and was quickly submerged by the sticky blood that emerged from Gugu.
Ah, Leng Shanrong had difficulty in speaking. Under the stimulation of severe pain, he still let out bursts of wails, like moans coming from the ground.
"My patience is limited, tell me...who is the person who attacked Xu Yun..." Fang Zhongshou's voice was hoarse and low, and it was even more chilling in the bloody environment. "When did you think clearly? Nod."
The scalpel was drawn again, along the midline of the body, from the forehead to the tip of the nose, from the lips to the chin, from the chest to the lower abdomen. The sharp blade not only separated the clothes, but also left a trail along the way that started to ooze blood.
of shallow incisions.
Tortured by severe pain, Leng Shanrong's body twitched unnaturally even more obviously. His originally handsome face became twisted and ferocious due to pain and anger. His mouth kept twitching and opening and closing, but it only made a whining sound and could not make any more sounds.
Obvious syllables.
With a pop of the scalpel, Leng Shanrong's crotch was completely exposed.
"The pain will get worse bit by bit until you nod. Don't worry, as long as I don't want you to die, you will never die." In a low voice, Fang Zhongshou had a bottle of liquid alcohol in his hand, which slowly dripped.
On the thick hair and soft things of the body, drip bit by bit and infiltrate bit by bit.
Leng Shanrong thought of some possibility, and struggled desperately in anger, shouting desperately, but his body and throat were no longer controlled by the brain nerves. No matter how hard he tried, his body still only twitched unnaturally and gently, and his voice whined.
Woo low.
The match was lit and slowly fell in Leng Shanrong's frightened and angry eyes. The thick flames jumped up and instantly enveloped the entire crotch. Leng Shanrong wanted to roar and struggle in anger, but...
Things never turn out the way he wants.
Two tears fell from the corners of his eyes, not because of the pain, but because of this humiliation... This indescribable humiliation was tormenting him. Fang Zhongshou not only tortured his body, but also his spirit! It was torture, it was destruction.
!
The alcohol burned for three minutes. After the flame was extinguished, the black hair was no longer there, leaving only charred hair, dots of white smoke coming out, and the smell of meat. However, Fang Zhongshou used alcohol, and the burns were not
It was so big that it only damaged the surface. But even so, the humiliating feeling entangled his soul like maggots attached to his bones, almost causing him to have a nervous breakdown.
Picking up the smoking penis with tweezers, Fang Zhongshou looked through it, and a horrifying voice came out: "If you don't want to be a eunuch, give me the answer within two minutes."
With a simple sentence, Fang Zhongshou took out a large number of scalpels and tweezers from the medical box. Without waiting for Leng Shanrong to make any indication, he leaned over his chest full of hard muscles and started bit by bit...
…Skin it off!
"Wu" couldn't bear this cruel torture, and finally began to shake his stiff and tight neck, nodding with difficulty.
"Very good." Fang Zhongshou slowly stood up and rubbed his sharp fingertips along the wound he had made before. The friction between his fingertips and the flesh caused tremors again.
Bang! The slender fingers gently pinched and rubbed near the Yamen point, restoring the blood flow in this area and restoring Leng Shanrong's speaking ability.
The twitching of facial muscles gradually calmed down, the teeth no longer vibrated so obviously, and the mumbling sounds gradually became clearer.
"Tell me clearly, who it is..." Fang Zhongshou put his ear against Leng Shanrong's mouth.
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