Inside the dark cell.
Søren saw dried blood everywhere. It seemed like they had used it many times.
There were charcoal, branding iron, leather whips, saws, and so on. The young man in front of them was no longer the same as before. There were dozens of whip marks on his body, and he looked bloody. There were scars left by branding iron on his chest and the side of his face. There was also the mark of a slave on his forehead. His fingernails were pulled out one by one. The bloody scene made the two girls behind the middle-aged woman's face change slightly. It seemed like they almost vomited, but they forced themselves to hold it back.
"You! You … You bunch … I curse you … "
The young man's speech was a little slurred. It seemed like he had used up too much of his strength because of the blood loss. But his eyes were still vicious, and he cursed them with a ferocious expression.
The sheriff seemed to want to restore his prestige. He picked up the whip and gave the young man a hard slap. The sheriff gasped and said, "Priest Tina, look! His mind has been completely controlled by the evil god. No matter how much we torture him, he will only say this. "
The middle-aged woman's face changed slightly. It seemed like she had never seen so much blood.
She turned around and looked at Søren. It seemed like she wanted to ask him if there was a way. Solon's expression was very calm. He had seen too many scenes, and the scene in front of him was nothing at all. He just slowly said, "Can you treat his injury? If this continues, he will soon die from excessive blood loss. "
The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment. Then she raised her hand and cast a healing spell.
The power of the divine spell began to take effect. The young man's blood quickly recovered, and he seemed to have recovered a lot. He opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but Soran stuffed a rag into his mouth, blocking the evil words that he wanted to blurt out. He turned around and looked at the others. He said softly, "The next scene might be a little unsuitable for children. I think it's better if you all leave."
The people present were obviously hesitant.
The middle-aged woman frowned. Then she turned around and walked outside. Her instincts told her that the adventurer in front of her might be telling the truth.
She didn't want to see something that was too difficult to accept.
The sheriff's expression was ugly, but he didn't walk out. He wanted to see what Søren was going to do. The young man in front of them had withstood almost all the torture and torture without saying a word. He just kept cursing them for more than an hour. He did not believe that the adventurer in front of him could have any great means.
"Step back a little."
Søren looked at the others and gestured for them to stand far away. Then he said, "Don't talk and don't interrupt me. I need to be very focused on what I'm about to do. I don't want anyone to interrupt me."
"Understood?"
His tone was very annoying, but his cold gaze made everyone shiver. It was as if they couldn't help but shiver.
Søren smiled, but his expression was hard to describe.
He walked up to the young man and whispered in his ear, as if he was talking to himself, "Do you know? I'm very depressed today! When I saw what you did, I suddenly felt that I've been a joke for the past month. I've brought Vivian so far away from a dangerous place, but it seems like I've entered another dangerous place. "
"You really don't give me peace!"
"It's hard to find a safe place to hide. I'm not that afraid of fighting, and I'm not that afraid of death. I just want her to grow up in a relatively safe environment."
"After all, she's only eight years old. It's not too difficult to live away from some bloody killings and grow up happily, right?"
"But it seems like the heavens are against me."
"Maybe there's really no place to escape. No matter what, I can't escape from this."
"Now think about it."
"Gloria's divination of Vivian said that she saw countless blood and fire. Maybe this is really fate. We've encountered so many things along the way. Even if we try our best to avoid them, we still encounter them. I don't know if it's my fate, or Vivian's fate. Maybe it's both of our fates. "
"Actually, I don't know what I want to say. Maybe I just want to say it casually."
"Because what I'm going to do next is something you will never want to see. But you have to see it and feel the whole process because you are my work. "
Søren slowly pulled out the curved sword. His palm trembled slightly, but soon it was as steady as a rock. But his fingers were white, probably because he used too much force.
He looked into the eyes of the young man in front of him and whispered, "The believers of the Maiden of Pain are actually very annoying."
"Because you have a specialty that resists pain and torture, normal torture is basically useless to you. When I was in the Underdark, I saw many priests of the Queen of Spiders being helpless against you. However, I know of a method that is quite useful for you guys. It just so happens that I once learned this method from someone. "
"Do you know what it is?"
Søren approached the other party's ear. This strange whisper increased the psychological pressure on the other party, making him feel uneasy. His whole body twisted, desperately trying to stay away from him.
Søren smiled, but he looked like a demon. He whispered, "Skinning!"
"My skills are actually not very good. The best skills are in the Abyss and Hell, and then the Underdark. But I think my skills will be better than the executioners in the mortal world. After all, I have received professional training. Do you know the Underdark? It's the territory of the drows. They are masters of torture, and some of their methods are even crueler than the demons! "
"Skinning is a delicate job. Only when you can peel off a complete human skin can you be considered a beginner."
"When I was a bitch, the drow who trained me was a master of torture. Do you know what he was wearing? It was a very powerful legendary equipment, stronger than many knight armor. That thing was called [Human Skin Magic Armor]. Only the most evil people, who are destined to fall into the abyss of hell after death, would wear this thing! "
"He told me, for a qualified skinner, after you peel off a complete set of human skin, your work still needs to be alive."
"That's the real standard."
"Actually, I'm not sure if I can let you live, but you should be able to live for a while. After all, I have extraordinary Dexterity, and there's a grade 3 priest outside. "
Søren's voice was so low that only the person next to him could hear it. The people standing in the distance could not hear anything.
The young man who was hung up was trembling all over, and the fear in his eyes grew stronger. He opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth was gagged. In fact, he could only make muffled sounds.
Søren raised his curved sword and looked at the other party with a smile as if he was chatting with a friend. "Actually, I would never do this kind of thing in the past!"
"Unfortunately, you made me lower my bottom line a little today, because I'm really angry."
"Very, very angry."
"It's said that the followers of the Goddess of Torture enjoy pain. I don't know if you'll be able to enjoy the process. I know that you have good endurance, and I don't think you'll tell me what I want to know."
"But it's okay."
"I'm an honest person. I think it's better to let you experience my skills first, and then decide whether to tell me or not. "
"Right?"
Søren raised his curved sword expressionlessly, and then slowly but steadily cut along the top of the person's head. He did not use much strength, but his hand was very steady. He steadily cut from the scalp all the way to the back of the neck, and then from the skin on the spine all the way to the end of the spine. He steadily cut the first line.
The victim's body was trembling, and the fear in his eyes almost completely covered the pain. He struggled with all his might, but he still felt the skin on his back being cut open. It was no longer just pain, and the pain was not as terrible as he imagined. The real horror was not the pain that was inflicted on him!
The other people present seemed to have realized something. The sheriff's face changed slightly, and he turned his head away, not daring to look at Søren again.
"Don't move."
Søren gently choked his neck and said slowly, "If you move, the work will not be complete. This is just the back, next will be the arms and thighs. It is said that a skilled skinner can peel off the scalp first, and then deal with the other parts. I don't have such skills, so I can only deal with the other parts first, and let you see the other parts of your body. "
Blood dripped down drop by drop.
Some of the guards could not stand it anymore, and they turned around and ran outside, as if they would have nightmares if they looked at it any longer.
Søren carefully cut along the victim's arm, and then looked up at him. The victim's mouth was making muffled sounds, and his eyes were full of fear and begging. He said lightly, "It seems like you want to say something?"
The victim nodded desperately, and he used a lot of strength.
"Very good." Søren slowly put away his curved sword, and then said, "This work is actually very tiring, so it's good that you are willing to talk."
Snap.
Søren snapped his fingers, and removed the rag from the victim's mouth, and said to the back, "Ask the priest to come in. He is willing to talk. "
The sheriff's body stiffened, and then he walked outside. He did not know why his legs were trembling, and he almost fell to the ground.
Sauron slowly retracted his scimitar with his back facing the victim. His hands were trembling slightly.
But soon he took a deep breath, and all his emotions gradually calmed down.
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(PS: I have been updating twice for the past two days, so I will continue to update after I recover.)
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