In desperation, he knew that he would not have time to return to the basement, so he wanted to dig behind the box, probably because there were many densely packed goods there, and it was difficult for me to move around there because I was covered in injuries.
"Asshole, don't run! Fatty, I'm going to teach you a lesson! Let you taste the suffering I just suffered!" The fat man also noticed what happened here, quickly realized what was going on, and turned around to chase after him.
The two of us were so well "entertained" by this man's millipede and suffered a lot, especially since he was very vicious and seemed to have specially cultivated this kind of millipede corrosive liquid that is not very toxic but extremely painful.
The victim suffered endless pain and torture, and my resentment against him can be said to be unbearable.
I immediately threw the mahogany sword out, with a real fire talisman attached to the blade, and pointed it at the corner of his clothes. With a snap, a burst of flames suddenly rose from the corner of his clothes, scaring him so much that he screamed and hurriedly
Rolling on the spot trying to put out the fire.
Naturally, the two of us would not miss this good opportunity. We took three steps and two steps at a time. It seemed that all the arrogance we had suffered before burst out. We didn't care about everything, and started with punches and kicks.
"Ouch! Help! Stop fighting! I was wrong! Spare your life!"
The manipulator who was ravaged by us was still stiff at first, silent and groaning, as if he was trying to hold back the pain, but after a while he couldn't hold on any longer, and he whined and begged us for mercy.
After the two of us punched him hundreds of times, we heard him kneel down and beg for mercy. Then we felt a little relieved. The wounds on his body seemed to no longer hurt so much, so we stopped and wanted to ask him some useful questions.
information.
It was only then that I saw his face clearly from the front for the first time, which surprised me a little. It was a very old, weathered face. Although it didn't have the most wrinkles, it had dull skin and rough texture.
, deep bags under the eyes, etc., all indicate that this person is old and getting old.
But judging from his strong hands when he escaped and the tone of his voice when he begged for mercy, he looked like a young man younger than the two of us. Judging from the feeling, he was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, older than Aying.
Just a little bit.
"Let me ask you, besides you, are there any other traps and ambushes here? How many Gu worms have you prepared? Let me confess to you honestly!" The fat man used his strong and thick arms to hook him.
He grabbed the other person's neck and said viciously in a threatening tone.
"I, I...I can't say..." The other person's expression was extremely scared, even to the point of being slightly exaggerated, as if we were going to eat him.
"You don't have to be nervous. As long as you tell it honestly, we won't make things difficult for you." Since the fat man played the bad side, I played the good side and gave him both kindness and power.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the man's expression not only did not relax, but instead became more nervous and frightened, and his eyes widened, almost as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.
"You don't have to be too afraid. As long as you tell us everything you know, we promise not to torture you or let you get hurt." I thought he was too nervous and didn't hear what I said clearly, so I tried my best to
I repeated it sincerely and loudly. As long as he is a normal person with no problem with his hearing and brain, he should be able to hear the sincerity in my words.
"No, don't, I, I..." The face of the man in front of me, who seemed to be aging before he was old, looked even more ugly. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I always felt that he seemed to have changed in just a few seconds.
It has become older and withered. The skin color that was previously dull has become lifeless and haggard, like a leaf hanging on a branch that barely managed to survive the winter. It has changed from scorched and withered to gray and dry, as if
It will break when touched.
But what's even more striking is that his eye sockets are extremely sunk downwards, as if someone had punched him into the face with great force, and the flesh and blood on his skin seemed to have suddenly shrunk, especially in the eye sockets.
It seemed as if there were only the bones of the eye sockets under a thin layer of skin, and the entire face, especially the facial features, looked like a skeleton.
And his two eyes were spinning in the deep sockets, as if the surrounding muscles and blood vessels had withered, unable to support the two eyes to stay in place, and they were teetering, as if they were about to fall out of his face at any time.
Same.
The fat man and I felt a strange feeling arise from the bottom of our hearts. We couldn't help but feel uneasy and blurted out: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong? Talk!"
"Me! Me! Ah!!!!" He yelled like crazy, then raised his hands and held them in the shape of claws. He seemed to have specially trimmed nails, and the front end was very sharp, close to three inches.
It is a triangle with an acute angle of ten degrees, and it is also glowing with gleaming luster. It must have been quenched with poison.
We thought he was about to fight a trapped beast, so we hurriedly took a few steps back and raised our mahogany swords to be on guard against him charging at us at any time.
However, on the contrary, instead of attacking us, he raised his hands and scratched his face. As he scratched, his whole body was shaking and he screamed loudly. However, the sentences he spoke were vague and even unwritten, and could not be heard at all.
I don't know if it's just a cry or a cry for help.
After a burst of blood splattered, the man finally put down his hands. What appeared in front of us was a bloody and terrifying face. There was not an inch of intact flesh on it, and the bloody mouths were crisscrossed with each other, just like a face made of wounds.
A chessboard made of flesh and blood.
It seemed that his fragile eye sockets could no longer support the two swollen eyeballs, and almost three-quarters of them slipped out. But he seemed to be not satisfied yet, and stretched out a finger with the longest and sharpest nails.
Come on, dig it into the eye socket.
Plop, tap, tap, the low sound of blood was hairy, especially when he was picking his eyes while still laughing, his voice seemed to convey a feeling of great enjoyment, as if he was
He picked out the tissue on the eyeball piece by piece with relish like picking his nose, and then put it into his mouth and sucked hard. After eating, he smashed it in his mouth again and again, as if he still had more to say.
Although Fatty and I have seen people with worse deaths, we have never seen such a scene of people enjoying the pleasure of self-mutilation, and we can't help but feel a little horrified.
"Hey, Fatty, do you still have the amulet on you? I feel something is wrong. No matter what his purpose is, it's better not to let him continue to pick his eyes. It makes my scalp numb." I pulled the Fatty's sleeve.