The strokes on the white wall were incomparably bright red and looked very much like it was smeared with fresh blood. At the same time because it was too full, droplets of 'blood beads' flowed down in a somewhat messy manner, leaving behind a number of thin blood stains, making one's hair stand on end just by looking at it.
That person silently and patiently drew, as if what he was doing was a very important matter, but as the seal brush in his hand continuously waved, his voice once again came over.
"Most of the people in this world, are very gullible. Many times, whatever other people say, they will believe it."
"For example, this' Reincarnation Formation ', for many years, many people in the world thought that it was incomparably evil, often killing people to take their blood and smearing it into the formation. In fact, it is not so exaggerated."
That person raised his arm, drew a stroke, then turned his head to take a look and said, "Those who really need human blood, that is the supreme supernatural power of the Evil Sect, and killing people to take their blood is very troublesome, how can it be as comfortable as using cinnabar, right?"
Under the candlelight, that person's face was wearing a black mask, covering his entire face, leaving only two dark and deep eye sockets.
He Changsheng did not know why, suddenly felt a burst of fear, cried out, "You, who are you, what do you want to do?"
That person laughed behind the mask, the laughter was hoarse, after a moment, he did not answer He Changsheng's question, only indifferently pointed to his side and said, "If your voice is a little louder, I will use it to cut off your tongue."
He Changsheng's body trembled, with some difficulty turned his head to look, as expected, on the ground not far from his head, there was a black short sword stabbed into the ground, it looked extremely sharp, reflecting a chilling light in the candlelight. Other than that, he also saw that around his body, on the ground, there were a number of small and crooked holes, the thickness of a finger, he did not know what exactly it was used for.
A chill enveloped his entire body, He Changsheng's face turned pale, for some reason, although this mysterious person did not look like a fiend, that kind of indifferent tone instead made people even more terrified.
He Changsheng saw that the masked person turned around again, continued to paint those strange formations on the wall, after a few deep breaths, he stammered, "You, who are you, where did I offend you?"
That person did not respond, quietly painted, blood like marks spread out on the white wall, indistinctly like a bloody door was about to form.
"Evil Sect, Evil Sect!" He Changsheng's panting became more and more urgent, suddenly he urgently said, "This big brother, I, I did not provoke your Evil Sect, let me go, let me go."
The Talisman Brush was filled with cinnabar. It tapped on a spot on the white wall heavily, like a finishing touch. It seemed that the lifeless bloodstains suddenly had some aura. Then, between the bloodstains, a bloody door seemed to be open, as if evil ghosts would rush out from behind the bloody door in the next moment.
That person turned around, put down the brush and then walked to He Changsheng's side, looked down at him, then quietly said, "You did not provoke the Evil Sect but you are useful to me."
He glanced at that mysterious and twisted horrifying blood door on the white wall, quietly laughed and said, "I have searched for a long time and still could not find those companions, so, I can only think of a way to let them come out themselves."
He Changsheng did not understand the meaning of this person's words but instinctively felt an indescribable fear, his teeth started to chatter, chattering, said, "You, what do you mean?"
That person looked at him, squatted down beside him, but did not seem to have the intention to make a move, instead looked at He Changsheng's face, after a while, from behind the mask came a sigh, after a long while, he was heard saying in a low voice, "Bullying the weak, fiendish, greedy for life when encountering a strong enemy, afraid of death, everyone is like that."
"Standing in the light modest and respectful, in the dark unscrupulous?"
"Probably one day... no, should be a long time ago, I may also become like that." That masked person faintly muttered to himself, a pair of dark eyes looked at He Changsheng who was tightly bound and unable to move, his eyes did not seem to have the slightest emotion, other than a stretch of indifference.
He Changsheng suddenly felt that he was like a pig, a pig waiting to be slaughtered, that ice-cold sense of despair seemed to turn up from every corner of his body, making him tremble incessantly.
He desperately twisted his body but it was useless, it only made him look like a twisted worm, unexpectedly ugly. At the same time, he once again begged this person, shedding tears, begging him to let him go, and then he was willing to pay any price.
That masked person took a ball of cloth and directly gagged his mouth.
He Changsheng's mouth made muffled sounds, his eyes revealed despair, and a trace of pain and regret.
That masked person looked at him, suddenly smiled and said, "Are you regretting that you didn't shout for help just now?"
He Changsheng stared at this person, his eyes like they were about to spit fire, as if he could not wait to cut this person into a thousand pieces. But that masked person shook his head, and then gently said, "I have already arranged a soundproof formation around this house, no matter how much you shout, no one will be able to hear. Saying like this, you will most likely be able to die in peace right? "
He Changsheng's body suddenly stiffened, the despair in his eyes became more intense, and when he looked at this masked person again, the fear in his eyes also deepened.
That masked person casually picked up the black dagger that was inserted into the ground, gently crossed it in front of him, and said, "Do you know, in the Evil Faction, there is an extremely terrible torture, used to punish people who have committed a great sin."
"That torture is called 'blood dripping'."
"Tie the sinner to the ground, cover his eyes, and then cut open his blood vessels bit by bit. This way, the sinner will hear 'drip', 'drip' sounds, slowly flowing out from his body, dripping to the ground."
"Then, there will be countless terrible Blood-devouring Insects, from the wounds on your body, into your flesh, bit by bit eating everything in your body, and you, you can even hear those chewing sounds, isn't it very interesting?"
The muscles on He Changsheng's face violently trembled, his head desperately shook, his mouth as if he had gone crazy, strange sounds, his face without the slightest trace of blood.
The masked man looked at him, then reached out and took out a small cloth bag. He shook it in front of He Changsheng's eyes. Suddenly, there was a "sha sha" sound, like sand rolling, but also like the sound of countless insects rubbing and biting each other.
He Changsheng's mouth cried out 'ah ah' twice, his eyes stiffened, with indescribable fear staring at that small bag, after a moment, his lower body was wet.
The masked person put down the bag, took out another item, it was an eye mask, and then slowly put it on He Changsheng's face, quietly said, "Let's begin."
He Changsheng wailed, struggled with all his might, but right now, like a fish on the chopping board, in the end, it was useless.
Soon, his eyes were covered by a black blindfold, and he was completely drowned in darkness.
An icy chill, like a merciless blade, fell on his right wrist. He Changsheng's body instantly began to tremble violently, but the icy cold intent seemed to be indestructible. In an instant, it seeped into his flesh and blood and pressed down fiercely.
[Drip …]
He Changsheng suddenly held his breath.
[Drip …]
The surroundings suddenly turned dark, a stretch of silence, only that soft but clear sound, like a drop of water falling.
[Drip …]
The sound of every drop, seemed to have the same interval, every drop of water, was like a terrible hammer, fiercely beating his soul.
Every blow, was enough to make one's soul fly away and scatter.
However, the nightmare did not seem to be over, in that terrible and clear dripping sound, suddenly there was a thin 'sha sha' sound, like the sound of insects crawling, echoing in his ears.
A frighteningly cold and numb feeling came from his wound.
He Changsheng could no longer bear it, let out a heart-wrenching roar, but all the sound, in the end, was blocked in the depths of his throat.
The night wind was bleak, someone blew out the candles, darkness surged, plunging the world into a shadow.
…
The masked person slowly stood up, coldly looking at the person in front of him, whose entire body was like sifting chaff, to the point that he did not even look like a human, put away the small bag in his hand, then turned and walked out.
Behind him, in the small twisted tunnels on the ground, bright red liquid was slowly dripping, making an orderly sound.
When the door opened, there was a low 'squeak' sound. Looking at the world outside the house, it was already late at night.
He closed the door, walked to the dark side of the road, and sat down under the big tree. The dark shadow of the tree was hazy, covering his figure. After a moment, a black shadow walked out from behind the tree, it was a black dog, sniffing around and coming to his side.
The masked person took off his mask, with the dim light, the outline of his face could be seen clearly, it was Lu Chen. He looked a little tired, even the light in his eyes was a little dim.
Atsu stood in the darkness, staring at him, after a while, it leaned over, gently rubbing its head against Lu Chen's arm.
Lu Chen reached out and hugged it, gently touched Atsu's head, and whispered, "It's done."
Atsu let out a low whimper, as if in response to his words.
Lu Chen looked up at the dark night, a trace of complex emotions flashed through the depths of his eyes. After a moment, he picked up the small bag.
Atsu's eyes stared at the small bag, unblinking.
Lu Chen also looked at the small bag, looked for a while, and suddenly said to Atsu, "You see, I was right, right? There are so many people in this world, they believe whatever others say … "
He gently loosened his hand, the rope at the mouth of the bag fell, in the night wind, the sand inside was blown up by the wind, drifting into the quiet and cold depths of the night.
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