Mu Fan waved his hand, and the two entered the realm of strange dreams.
The blood around him was extremely rich, so rich that it seemed like everywhere his eyes glanced, there was blood.
As soon as I entered, I saw a humanoid corpse, motionless, lying in the center with blood still pouring from it.
"Is Wang Pingcheng like this?"
Mu Fan didn't dare to go up and recognize that this was Wang Ping.
The Cursed Witch Spirit nodded silently.
As he approached, Mu Fan saw that Wang Ping could no longer be called a human being.
The mouth was sealed with a secret fishing line.
As if it was a bad idea, the tailor didn't sew it carefully.
Some places are dense, some are scattered, and it is even more painful to pull and move when breathing.
The originally transparent fishing line was stained with blood.
But Wang Ping's body had long been blurred.
It's hard to tell which part is the thigh and which part is the calf. It's like a human stick with bloody flesh, and the bones inside can be seen.
There are two nails like steel bars inserted into the soles of both feet.
But the strange thing is that I don't know what method was used to stop his bleeding.
"Okay, let's wake him up. It's time for us to ask him something."
Mu Fan nodded towards the Cursed Witch Spirit.
The cursed wizard waved his hand, and the surroundings were filled with gloomy souls.
Then Wang Ping vaguely opened two bloody eyes.
"Ahhh!"
The fishing line around his mouth prevented him from pronouncing complete syllables.
He could only scream like a speechless person.
The screams were full of fear, terror and despair.
"It seems that you haven't asked for anything these days, and your screams are like this."
Mu Fan could not imagine what kind of torture this guy had suffered these days, but no matter what kind of torture, as long as he told him, the location of Twilight Castle would be good.
"Open his mouth."
Mu Fan gave instructions to the Curse Witch Spirit.
The Cursed Witch Spirit nodded, and directly used the fishing line to separate it bit by bit, instead of disappearing instantly.
"Ah! Ah! My mouth! Ugh!"
This separation bit by bit is much more painful than disappearing all at once.
It's like the stinging sensation of a dull knife cutting flesh, this kind of mental torture, which makes people even more painful.
Mu Fan watched all this indifferently.
The cause before, the effect after.
When he commits evil, he should have expected such an outcome.
If I didn't have it myself, I'm afraid I would be like this now.
"I ask you again, where is Twilight Castle?!"
Mu Fan asked softly from behind him.
Wang Ping seemed to have not heard anyone's voice for a long time, so he turned his head mechanically.
The two people's eyes met.
Mu Fan's eyes were full of plainness.
There was a trace of fear in Wang Ping's eyes.
"I can't tell you, I can't tell!"
Hearing what Wang Ping said, Mu Fan shook his head in disappointment.
It's really uninteresting.
"Yeah." Mu Fan's cold voice echoed throughout the dreamland.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Thousands of sharp knives pierced through the chest.
Then he turned around and rushed over again.
Then they formed a 360-degree circle and everyone rushed towards Wang Ping.
"ah!"
Fierce shouts came out from Wang Ping's mouth again.
I had been extremely desperate and miserable.
"Say it, and I will give you a good deal, lest you become a human being and not a ghost, dirtying my place."
After thousands of swords were covered in blood, Mu Fan's voice came.
"Have a good time? Give me a good time, I say!"
Wang Ping finally gave in. As a dream thief, he knew that he could not win in the dream state.
Having been tortured for such a long time, I am exhausted both physically and mentally.
After all, Soul is no longer the stubborn person he used to be.
"Thousands of reincarnations, eternal pain, I can tell you where it is, but you have to give me a good time!"
Mu Fan didn't say anything, and with a wave of his hand, the sharp blade passed through his chest again.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me!"
Wang Ping looked at Mu Fan with red eyes.
There was a hint of hatred in his eyes.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you."
While coughing up blood, Wang Ping laughed wildly.
"Since you want to know, then I'll tell you!"
The laughter was full of disdain and sarcasm, as well as hidden deep hatred.
Wang Ping knew that the old guy inside had also been looking for Mu Fan.
This time maybe the old guys inside can take their revenge.
Although he will die, it is best to have someone to keep him company.
"The Twilight Castle is hidden in the farthest depths, where the waves are sparkling and darkness and light alternate."
Wang Ping's words did not directly say where.
Instead, he said some strange sentences.
These strange sentences seemed to have a unique charm. After finishing speaking, Wang Ping used all his strength to lie down on the ground.
Ah! Ah!
Whoop whoosh!
"You can't judge me without my soul being betrayed, and you can't torture me anymore!"
Just after he finished speaking, Wang Ping seemed to have seen something strange.
His eyes widened, and the blood on his body gradually turned black like a curse.
Immediately afterwards, the blood on his body bubbled as if it were boiling.
And this kind of bubble is very hot at first sight, and the surrounding dreams seem to be swallowed up.
"Able to swallow dreams?!"
The Grudge Witch Spirit tried to use the sharp blade constructed in the dream to block the splash of blood bubbles.
But these originally invincible sharp blades were corroded without exception.
"A river of blood?!"
Seeing Wang Ping like this, Mu Fan suddenly remembered what he had said before.
If once the secret is revealed, the soul will be tortured by a river of blood.
"Kill me quickly, kill me quickly, I don't want to be tortured like this anymore!"
Wang Ping suddenly got the strength from nowhere and kicked his feet.
The long nails on the soles of the feet were broken free, and they were covered with black blood.
Then Wang Ping hugged Mu Fan's legs tightly.
"Kill me quickly!"
"You promised me!"
By this time, Wang Ping's tongue had turned black, followed by his face, which seemed to be spreading to his brain.
Mu Fan sighed.
Lightning flashes in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, there was a trace of lightning in the deepest part of Wang Ping's brow.
Wang Ping died with a relieved smile and hatred in his eyes.
died.
It can't be dead any more, it's a complete mess.
It exudes a strong fishy smell, and people who don't know better think it is the carcass of an animal.
No one would have thought that there was a human body in this puddle of mud.
"Okay, put it away, it's disgusting.
Now that he is dead and we have obtained what he said, we don’t need it here for the time being."
Mu Fan disgustedly wiped his own leg, which had been held by Wang Ping's dirty hands.
Then he turned his head and said to the Cursed Witch Spirit.
"As you wish." The Cursed Witch Spirit lowered his head, and the entire environment was broken.
The reincarnation of dreams will eventually be shattered.