Chapter 140: sand
The handwriting pattern on the white wall is extremely red, and it looks like it is smeared with blood. At the same time, because it is too full, drops of "blood beads" flow down in a mess, leaving a few fine blood marks. Makes people look a bit creepy. Tomato ☆ Novel Net `-`
The man painted silently and patiently. It seemed that what he did was a very important thing, but as the runes in his hand kept waving, his voice came again.
"Most of the people in this world are very gullible. Many times, they believe what they say."
"For example, this" Rebirth Array ", for many years, people in the world thought that evil was incomparable, and they often killed people and took blood, smeared into lines, but in fact, how exaggerated."
The man raised his arm, ticked it, and then turned his head and glanced, "The one who really uses human blood is the supreme supernatural power of demonism, and it is troublesome to kill and take blood. How can cinnabar be used comfortably? ,Right?"
Under the candlelight, the man's face wore a black mask, covering the entire face, leaving only two dim and deep eyes.
He Changsheng didn't know why, and suddenly he felt scared and shouted, "You, who are you, what are you going to do?"
The man laughed behind the mask, his laughter was hoarse. After a while, he didn't answer He Changsheng's question, but just slightly pointed to him, saying, "If your voice is louder, I will use it. Cut off your tongue. □ ○ ◇ Tomato Fiction Net-` --- `-``--``"
He Changsheng trembled, turned his head to look a little bit hard, and surely he saw a black short sword on the ground not far from his skull, looking extremely sharp, reflecting the chilling in the candlelight. Light. In addition, he also saw around his body, on the ground, not knowing when a number of small tunnels with the thickness of a crooked finger were dug out, and for what purpose.
A chill covered the whole body, He Changsheng's face paled, somehow, although this mysterious man didn't look fierce, but the plain tone was more frightening.
He Changsheng watched the masked man turn around again and continued to paint the weird runes on the wall. After a few breaths, he stuttered and said, "You, who are you, and where do I offend you?" Yet?"
The man drew silently, and blood-stained traces spread out on the white wall, faintly like a **** gate was about to take shape.
"Magic religion, demonic religion!" He Changsheng's gasping voice became more and more urgent, and suddenly eagerly said, "This elder brother, I and I have not provoked you demons, let me go, let me go."
The rune pen is full of cinnabar, and it is emphasized somewhere on the white wall. As a finishing touch, it seems that suddenly the lifeless bloodstains have some aura. Then in the streak of blood lines, a **** door seems to be open, as if The next moment, there will be evil spirits jumping out of that blood gate. ◇ Tomato Novel ○ ◇ `-`-```-
The man turned around, put down the rune pen, and walked to He Changsheng's side. He looked down at him and said quietly, "You didn't provoke the demon, but you worked for me."
He glanced at the mysterious and twisted blood door on the white wall, and whispered, "I have been searching for a long time, and I have never been able to find those partners. So, I can only find a way to let them come out by themselves . "
He Changsheng couldn't understand the meaning of this person's words, but instinctively felt a sense of inexplicable fear. His teeth began to fight, clagging, and said, "You, what do you mean?"
The man looked at him and squatted down beside him, but it didn't seem to mean to do it immediately. Instead, he looked at He Changsheng's face. After a while, he sighed with emotion from behind the mask, and then passed by. After a while, I just listened to him whispering, "Bullying the weak and the fierce god, and meeting the strong enemy, greedy for life and fearing death, everyone is like this."
"Standing in the light, being modest and courteous, unbridled in the dark?"
"Maybe one day ... No, it may have been so long ago." The masked man faintly said to himself, a pair of dark eyes watching He Changsheng who was tightly bound and unable to move. It seems that there is no emotion in the eyes except for apathy. Tomato Fiction ◇ △ Net --- `` `-``
He Changsheng suddenly felt like a pig, a pig to be slaughtered, and the cold despair seemed to turn from every corner of his body, making him tremble constantly.
He desperately twisted his body but was useless, it just made him look like a twisted worm and looked unexpectedly ugly. At the same time, he once again wailed the man and shed tears for him to let go Yourself, and then willing to pay whatever the cost.
The masked man took a ball of cloth and blocked his mouth.
He Changsheng made a muffled sound of "Woohoo" in his mouth, with despair in his eyes, and a bit of pain and regret.
The masked man looked at him and suddenly smiled, "You regret that you didn't yell for help just now?"
He Changsheng stared at this man, his eyes seemed as if he wanted to spit fire, as if he could not wait for this man to be insane. But the masked man shook his head, and then said gently: "I have laid a soundproofing array around this house, and no matter how much you shout, no one can hear it. In this way, you can probably die with peace of mind. stop?"
He Changsheng's body stiffened a bit, and the color of despair was stronger in his eyes, and when looking at the masked man's gaze again, the color of fear deepened a bit. ▽ Tomato Novel Network `` -`
The masked man picked up the black short sword that was planted on the ground next to him, and gently crossed it in front of himself, saying: "Do you know that there is a terrible torture in the devil, which is used to punish the religion? Of those who have committed a grave sin. "
"That kind of torture is called 'Dripping Blood'."
"Finish the sinner to the ground, cover his eyes, and cut his blood vessels little by little, so that the sinner will hear the sound of" tick "and" tick "and slowly flow out of his body. Dripping to the ground. "
"Then there will be countless horrible blood eaters, drill through the wounds on your body, into your flesh, and eat everything in your body little by little, and you can even hear those chewing Is n’t that interesting? ”
The muscles on He Changsheng's face trembled violently, his head shook desperately, his mouth made a weird sound like crazy, there was no trace of blood on his face.
The masked man looked at him, then reached out and took out a small cloth bag, shook it in front of He Changsheng's eyes, and suddenly made a "rustle" sound, like sand and stones rolling, and it seemed like countless small insects rubbing and biting sound.
He Changsheng yelled "Ah" twice in his mouth, his eyes were rigid, and he stared at the pouch with indescribable fear. After a while, his lower body was wet.
The masked man put down the bag and took another thing, but it was an eye mask, and then slowly put it on He Changsheng's face, and said quietly: "Go ahead."
He Changsheng made a sorrowful cry, struggling desperately, but it was useless at this moment.
Soon, his eyes were blindly blindfolded by the black blindfold, and darkness completely drowned him.
A cold chill, like a relentless edge, fell on his right wrist. He Changsheng's body trembled violently instantly, but the icy coldness seemed to be indestructible, and instantly penetrated into his flesh and blood, and pressed down severely.
"Tick ..."
He Changsheng suddenly held his breath.
"Tick ..."
There was a sudden darkness and silence all around, only the soft but clear sound, like a drop of water drops.
"Tick ..."
Every drop of sound seemed to have the same interval, every drop of water sounded like a terrible hammer hammer pounding his soul.
With each hit, the soul is blown away.
However, the nightmare still seemed to be over. In the terrible and clear dripping sound, a thin "rustle" sound suddenly sounded, such as the sound of insects crawling in his ears.
A cold, terrifying itchiness came from his wound.
He Changsheng couldn't bear it anymore, making a heartbreaking roar, but all the sounds were finally blocked in the back of his throat.
The night wind was desolate Someone blew out the candles, and darkness poured in, leaving the world in a shadow.
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The masked man slowly stood up and looked coldly at the person whose whole body was like a sieve bran, and even began to look like a humanoid, put away the small bag in his hand, and turned and walked out.
Behind him, in the small twisted tunnels on the ground, bright red liquid dripped slowly, making an orderly sound.
When the door opened, there was a deep "squeak" sound, and it was already late at night to look at the world outside the house.
He closed the door, went to the dark side of the road, and sat down under the big tree. The dark shadow of the tree was dim and obscured his figure. After a while, a dark shadow emerged from behind the tree. It was a black dog who came to him with a sniff.
The masked man took off the mask, and by the low light, he could see clearly the outline of his face. It was Lu Chen. He looked tired, and even the light in his eyes dimmed.
Ah Tu stood in the dark and gazed at him, leaned back after a while, and gently rubbed Lu Chen's arm with his head.
Lu Chen reached out and hugged it, and gently touched Atu's head, and whispered, "It's done."
Ah Tu whimpered, as if responding to his words.
Lu Chen looked up at the dark night, and there was a complex emotion in his eyes. After a while, he picked up the small bag.
Ah Tu's eyes stared at the little bag, without blinking.
Lu Chen also looked at the pouch, and after looking at it for a while, he suddenly said to Ah Tu: "Look, I'm right? There are so many people in the world, what others say, they believe ..."
His hand loosened slightly, and the rope at the mouth of the bag fell down. In the night breeze, the sand inside was blown up by the wind, and fell to the deep and quiet night in the distance. (To be continued.)