Suddenly I heard a snap, and a burst of burning pain came from my back. I quickly turned around and saw that it was the old man holding a bloody whip full of barbs, staring at me fiercely, and grunting.
They spoke something I couldn't understand, it seemed to be their dialect.
I was a little angry and stared back fiercely. Unexpectedly, the other party actually raised the bloody whip in his hand high. This time, he swung it directly towards my cheek without mercy.
Probably because the man is old, his strength is not very strong, but because for some unknown reason, the whip is actually equipped with barbs, so even a gentle swing can scrape off a lot of skin and flesh.
Not to mention that this time he whipped me fiercely. Even though I tried my best to turn aside to avoid my cheek, the whip still hit my shoulder, scraping off a large piece of flesh and blood. The wound was like a field plowed by an ox.
, blood continuously gushes out from the thin and deep blood marks inch by inch.
I screamed in pain, but this scream seemed to irritate the old man even more. He raised his hand and whipped him down, and slapped him hard many times. I finally didn't dare to resist, and endured the pain and the blood oozing from the corners of my mouth.
He knelt there motionless.
Damn it, if I hadn't entered someone else's memory, I would have killed you with a mahogany sword, and then burned you with Nan Mingli fire.
I was cursing fiercely in my heart while suppressing my anger. After all, I couldn't help myself now. Since I'm here, I'd better wait until I see the truth.
The old man whipped him a few more times, and finally seemed to be satisfied, so he let me go. However, the girls around me looked at the scene in front of them with expressions of familiarity and familiarity, as if nothing could distract them.
Attention is the same.
Because the opening of the cave is very large, the outside sunlight can also shine in. I knelt on the ground until my knees went numb. Judging from the sunlight shining in, it had changed from the brilliance of noon to the afterglow of the evening, and then gradually turned completely dark.
And fewer and fewer girls are coming in one after another.
Finally, the sun completely set in the sky, and the entire cave fell into a silent night. Only a few white oil lamps placed on the stalagmites were floating in the deep and silent cave like UFO ghosts.
"Okay, the time has come. You don't need to be nervous. Just practice as usual. It's just that the volume is larger this time, so you must hold back."
The old man cleared his throat and spoke to everyone in an unusually loud voice. The voice kept bouncing and echoing between the walls of the cave, vaguely possessing the ability to move people's hearts.
He bent down and placed in everyone's hand a beautifully crafted and ornately decorated brocade box. The brocade box was roughly made of wood, but had eight drawers that could be pulled out. The decorations and colors on each drawer were different.
They are all different, but when put together they are not cumbersome and fancy, but rather very colorful.
I didn't know what the so-called "daily practice" was, but my right hand moved involuntarily, and the girls around me did the same. They stretched out their right hands, opened a drawer decorated with Kelsang flowers, and put their hands in.
Suddenly, a stinging pain came from my fingertips. I quickly wanted to reach out my hand, but found that the drawer automatically closed forward, trapping my hand firmly in this space like a shackle. No matter how hard I tried,
They were motionless, like a pair of locked handcuffs.
At the same time, the tingling pain in my fingertips slowly turned into a burning pain, which slowly flowed into my body along my fingertips. Although there was no spark in front of me, I felt as if I was in a sea of fire.
In the middle, the billowing flames kept burning and devouring my flesh and blood, an unpleasant burnt smell emitted from my throat, and the severe pain from the inside out of my body came in waves like big waves.
There were also waves of moans coming from the surroundings, and every girl showed an expression of extreme pain. Some of them were even rolling on the ground, but no matter how their movements increased, their right hands were firmly stuck in the grid.
No one can take his hand out.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a few minutes, but I felt like I had been in the Red Lotus Hell for hundreds of years. The shackles that bound my right hand were suddenly loosened, and the burning sensation in my body gradually faded away.
After a while, the body slowly returned to calm.
The old man's voice came again at the right time: "Very good, you have survived the colorful centipede, and then we will proceed with the next step of the ceremony according to the previous process."
Centipede? Centipede? So what was in the drawer just now was a poisonous insect. The so-called burning pain is also caused by the toxicity of this insect.
What does this ritual mean, and why do we need to test ourselves against insects? From the old man's tone, we can tell that he seems to have been accustomed to these poisons, so why would he use them to torture a young woman?
No, it's not torture. From his words and the pious expressions on everyone's faces, I noticed that this seemed to be a ritual with sacred meaning, and the greater the number of poisonous insects suffered, the more pain one felt.
The effect seems to be better.
Without waiting for me to think about it, my left hand moved and reached towards the drawer with carved bowls and flowers. I tried desperately to stop it, but I don’t know whether it was because I couldn’t interfere with other people’s memories or because my body had been eroded by toxicity.
There was no reaction at all, and he still reached into the grid without hesitation.
This time, a dull numbness spread from the entire palm of my hand, as if something jumped on my palm and crawled on it. At first, I didn't feel much pain, but gradually, I felt that my palm seemed to have shriveled up.
, as if something was sucking away his own flesh and blood.
Then this dull pain spread throughout my body, and I felt that my limbs were rapidly drying up and withering. My whole body was like a piece of yellow paper that had been folded thousands of times, becoming more and more wrinkled and dry.
The vitality slipped away slowly from an unknown hole. I seemed to be able to see the pace of life passing away, but I had no power to stop it. The fear and struggle in my heart were actually more intense than the pain when I was burned before.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally passed the test this time. I took out my left hand angrily and felt that there was no intact place in my body. Although objectively, apart from the fact that my skin color turned sallow, I didn’t seem to have anything.
It doesn't look like he was injured.
"Except for two people, everyone survived Akiba Shougu, which is great! Everyone must continue to persevere!"
The old man's encouraging voice came from behind. It seemed that after seeing our painful appearance, his mood became very high. But the information conveyed in his words made me shudder.
Except for two people?
What does this mean? Could it be that someone failed to survive?
Before this, I had always thought that although the poison inside could cause torture and pain, it was only prepared for special rituals and would not do much harm to the body.
But it wasn't until I heard this that I realized that this seemed to be fatal.