Tick!
Blood drops on the water surface have a clear echo.
On the filthy, rancid water that was glowing with pale green, there were some tiny, slender shadows that gathered in an instant, devoured the drop of blood, and then dispersed in an instant.
The torture rack, half submerged in the water, has mottled marks and is very old. If you calm down, you can still hear the lamentations. The miserable souls it tortured in the past have added to its power and become new tortures.
Hanging on the torture rack was a man whose face could no longer be seen clearly, hanging slumped like a ball of dead flesh infested with maggots.
Until a certain moment, the stone door above was pushed open, the sound of rough hinges sounded, and the torture rack was slowly lifted up. It rose from the dark water prison into the dim dungeon.
In various senses, it can be regarded as "upgrading".
The structure of this dungeon is also very special. It is surrounded by solid walls, which completely blocks the sound from the outside world. Only in the center of the roof, there is a hole one finger thick, and a ray of skylight falls through this hole. That ray of light
It is especially misty in a dark environment... just like the elusive freedom and hope.
This ray of skylight alone cannot fight against the darkness, so there is actually a wall lamp in the dungeon - in the god-like niche, there is a small orange porcelain bowl and a white wick, like a graceful lady,
Standing in half a bowl of oil, it emits light like a bean.
"Do I need to introduce myself?" A voice suddenly sounded from the dungeon.
After this voice sounded, the person in the shadow seemed to exist concretely.
This is an extremely thin old man with deep wrinkles on his face. He is white and withered. He is simply tied together with an ebony hairpin. His body is slightly stooped, but his eyes are very bright and his voice is very clear.
A very organized feeling.
He was wearing an ordinary dark gray gown, with his sleeves simply rolled up, revealing a pair of thin and clean hands with slender fingers and cold, knife-like edges.
He seems to have been here a long time ago, but you can't be sure when he will arrive.
The sound was like some kind of switch, waking up the cell.
Only then did a pair of shaky eyes squeeze out of the mass of rotten flesh hanging on the torture rack, and the scattered light slowly gathered. Only then did the poor prisoner show a little bit of human appearance.
His lower body had been soaked in the sewage until it became swollen and white, and the staggered scars on his upper body were tangled together, making it impossible to tell what torture instrument was used to cause it.
His face was dark green, and he spoke with difficulty: "Sang...Sang Xianshou!"
"I haven't been out for many years, and I thought none of the young people today know me. Now that they know me..." Sang Xianshou clasped his hands together and said with some relief: "That's easy to handle."
The prisoner's eyes rolled around, looking around the room with a distracted gaze, and he paused briefly over the bowl of oil lamp.
Of course he recognizes corpse oil.
He asked with some pain: "Sang Gong, how can there be any reason in the world to punish someone without saying anything? After so many days of punishment? You should interrogate a few sentences first! What if I do it?"
Sang Xianshou shook his head: "Hellless Gate has been very popular in recent years. I have heard for a long time that the ten great Yamas kill people like crazy, and they are all ruthless characters. I will definitely not be able to open your mouths without using some means.
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The prisoner regained some strength, and used this strength to angrily say: "You are prejudiced! You have never tried inducement, how do you know it won't work?"
"That's too troublesome." Sang Xianshou took out a file with a smile and flipped through it: "The Prince of Four Palaces, the Elder of the Gateless Hell, right? There are several identities now, please help me confirm them."
Faced with such excessive demands, the King of the Officials naturally chose to cooperate and named several people at once: "King Yin Guan of Qin Guang, a person from the 27th city of Youguo Lower City! King She Disheng of the Wheel, who came from Jucheng ten years ago
The defected rune genius! Song Emperor Kuang Yuxin, Qianqu Guotaiwei! City King——"
"Shh..." Sang Xianshou stopped him and said with a smile: "Don't rush to answer, I will torture you."
His tone was so calm, as if this was not a threat.
The robber king obediently shut his mouth.
"Zhang Jiefu of the Xuan Kingdom, in order to avenge his family seventeen years ago, killed Tong Yujiang, the prefect of Chaicheng, wiped out his entire family, and then disappeared. Tan Duxuan of the Wo Kingdom was thirsty for human blood when he was born. He swallowed breasts and became sad, and swallowed blood.
Xi, his father thought it was ominous, poured poisoned wine, and left it in a mass grave. He returned sixteen years later, killed his mother and father, and killed the Tan family." Sang Xianshou closed the file and asked, "Which one is you?"
The Rogue King raised his head dejectedly and thought for a moment: "Are their strength expressions very similar to mine?"
Sang Xianshou was also very patient: "There are many similarities, and it is possible for the supernatural powers to grow up and get closer to you...and in addition to power, there is also room for overlap with your life trajectories."
The King of Rogues worked very hard, but he smiled proudly: "But they are not me."
Sang Xianshou looked at him carefully: "Then it seems that your current face is really your true face."
The Wanguan King sighed with difficulty: "In more than a month, I have changed twenty-seven bodies, and you have found them all. I have no choice but to change. I am also very desperate... There are so many gates to hell.
Yama, I am confident that I am not the slowest runner. Why are you holding me so hard?"
"Guess?" Sang Xianshou asked with a smile.
The king of the gangsters sighed: "I guess you must have captured a few other Yamas, but you haven't gotten any information. I understand that they are just knives that can be replaced at any time... so you have to catch the big ones and let go of the small ones, and you have identified me, the veteran of the organization."
."
"My guess is correct." Sang Xianshou admitted simply: "I caught your Emperor Song and King Zhuan Lun."
"Are they still alive now?" Wang Guan asked.
"You do care about your colleagues, but none of them care about you." Sang Xianshou said with a smile: "She Disheng's Mohist intelligence can still be squeezed out... Kuang Yuxin is of no use anymore."
"Alas!" King Wuguan sighed sadly: "I hope Emperor Song can have a complete body."
"His body... is still intact," Sang Xianshou said, touching his chin.
"Excuse me, where is he buried?" King Wu Guan asked with concern: "If I have the chance, I would like to pay homage to him."
Sang Xianshou smiled again: "I'm afraid you don't have that many opportunities, right?"
"Look what you said." The prisoner Wang was obviously very weak, but his voice became more and more energetic: "Whether there is a chance, it depends on whether you give it to me or not?"
Sang Xianshou said: "It also depends on whether you can catch him or not."
"I, the Rogue King, rely on my sharp eyes and quick hands to travel around the world." The Rogue King said flatteringly: "If you could loosen my ties and let me rest for a while, I can hold on more firmly."
Sang Xianshou did not comment, but Shi Shiran said: "Since you are not Zhang Jiefu, nor Tan Duxuan, then you are Cui Di, the son of the captain of Huaicheng County, Zhongshan State.
The Wan Guan Wang was startled for a moment, then he finally grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth, and said with a charming smile: "The Central Heavenly Prison is well-deserved. Sangxian Shou is well-deserved!"
"Then I'm a little surprised." Sang Xianshou said thoughtfully: "You were born in a happy and harmonious family, your parents are loving, and they never lacked food and clothing for you. Your elder brother has a kind personality, and your younger brother is sensible and filial. There is also another
Sister, you are obedient and well-behaved, and you will marry well...Why are you like this?"
Mentioning the family members of the Wuguan King is really very pure and has no threatening meaning. For a guy like the Wuguan King, there is really no need to expect him to have any concerns.
"Why can't I be like this?" King Wu Guan said in a weird tone: "Does a person have to experience pain and have some tragic past to be qualified to become a bad person? Can't I be born bad? Actually, I don't think so either.
I am bad, I just have my own niche hobby... Is there any essential difference between killing cattle and sheep and killing people?"
"I appreciate you more and more." Sang Xianshou had a big smile on his face.
"Thank you for your appreciation! Is there any position suitable for me in the Central Prison? I am hard-working and can do any dirty work." Regardless of his injury and fatigue, the Waifang King immediately competed for the position.
"Don't worry." Sang Xianshou smiled and said, "Help me find King Qin Guang first."
The Rogue King also wanted to negotiate terms: "I rely on the word "faithfulness" to travel in the world. I and King Qin Guang jointly created Hell's No Door, which is a friendship that has lasted for many years..."
Sang Xianshou turned around and walked into the shadows.
"What kind of morality can we have with such a heinous person?" The king of the shackles said loudly: "Master Sang doesn't know something. I am responsible for the long-distance communication between Yama and Luo in the Hell without Gate! I also use my secret skills.
, he will respond immediately! If you follow the clues then, the world will be illuminated!"
Sang Xianshou came back: "You won't lie to me, right?"
"I, Cui Di, am loyal to you, and I would like to be a jailer in the Central Heavenly Prison!" The Warlord King vowed: "Don't say anything, Mr. Sang, just look at my performance! I swear to God, I will help you to
Eradicate this cancer that has no door to hell!"
Sang Xianshou raised his chin.
Eight black and rusty four-inch nails were slowly withdrawn from the body of the King of Eunuchs. The iron chains that tightly bound his body and entangled his flesh and blood were like snakes swimming around. The torture rack with mottled marks was also made of pine.
Opening the lock ring, there was a faint sound, as if some souls were being released... The King of Eunuchs slid to the ground like a puddle of mud.
Sang Xianshou stood quietly and did not rush.
The Rogue King was also very self-conscious. He managed to regain some of his energy, and immediately got up, tremblingly dipping his own blood into it and drawing patterns on the ground.
"Do you need help?" Sang Xianshou knelt down and asked.
"No need, I can do it." The Rogue King reluctantly said, "Sir, I'm very useful."
"Can you contact that King Bian Cheng?" Sang Xianshou nodded slightly, as if to express approval, and said in a gentle tone: "I heard from Emperor Song that King Bian Cheng also came out this time. This person is very mysterious. He
To be continued...