Chapter 820 Liberation In the City of Kings, because the Heavenly Power Star Monarch doesn't like gloomy skies, the sky here is always clear.
Outside the city gate, the hanging execution ground is no longer as lively as before.
Three months of evolution, extremely bad torture and killing, the once sensational incident has gradually been exhausted, except for the group of psychologically twisted madmen, normal people are no longer interested in this kind of thing.
The executioner continued his punishment, but in addition to the old tortoise, the executioner had a new toy, and that was the root.
Three months ago, Nesheng tried to kill the old turtle to free the old turtle, but in the end Nesheng failed, although he pierced the old turtle's eye, but did not take the old turtle's life.
And as punishment for failure, both Nesheng and Old Turtle became prisoners of the executioners.
As the so-called love and hatred are deep, the executioner trusted Gensheng very much at the beginning, and the two hit it off at first sight, and the executioner even regarded Gensheng as his most trusted friend, and he imagined that the two would eventually become like-minded best friends.
But with the moment when Gensheng assassinated the old turtle, the executioner felt that his heart was about to break.
He grabbed Gensheng and imprisoned Gensheng at the bottom of the execution table, so that Gensheng watched his old tortoise, and even the psychologically twisted and perverted executioner would force Gensheng to devour the flesh and blood of the old tortoise.
If the root is not eaten, the executioners will torture the old turtle even more inhumanely.
Barbed nails, file-like tools that grind the flesh of the old turtle into minced meat, rotting insects twist and gnaw in the eyes of the old turtle, and in addition to the slender and thin knife against humanity, the executioner has many gruesome weapons.
This is a madman, a monster psychologically twisted to the extreme, and his actions can be called anti-human.
Gensheng was mad, and the executioners never attacked him, but the executioners would hand him trays of old turtle flesh and say to himself in that creepy, sweet voice, "Eat." ” Gensheng can choose to eat it or choose not to eat it.
The price of not eating is that the executioner vents all the anger in his heart on the old turtle.
The splattered blood, the involuntary shaking of muscles, and the terrible screams gave people a terrifying feeling like they were about to go to hell.
Gensheng could only choose to eat, and the belly was as big as a ball, and he couldn't eat it anymore, and finally watched the old turtle that kept wailing in the hands of the executioner.
Gensheng knew that the executioner was torturing him, he was using painful and anti-human behavior to corrupt his will and distort his soul, but knowing that it did not mean that he could do it, and in front of the executioner, Gensheng was powerless to resist.
He could feel his will gradually begin to go numb, and maybe it wouldn't be long before the executioner thought of a new thrill and turned into a completely distorted walking corpse?
Compared to the roots, the old turtle is in a worse state.
For three months, the pain never left the old turtle's body, and he endured insane, hysterical pain.
This pain consumed the old tortoise's reason and destroyed the faith in the old tortoise's heart.
Especially in the last month, when the pain has reached its limit, the old turtle will even have some very terrible thoughts in his heart.
He wondered why Gensheng couldn't eat more, as long as he ate more, he wouldn't be so miserable.
He wondered why he had come to the King's City to die in the first place, if he hadn't come to the King's City, maybe he wouldn't have suffered all this pain.
He was thinking, why didn't Ye Qingshan come yet, why did he avenge Zhang Sanfeng, he could have retreated in the war zone at that time.
And when these thoughts came to the old turtle's mind one by one, the old turtle knew that he had changed, and the intense pain was changing his thinking, and with the same degree of pain, the old turtle could grit his teeth, even if the whole body convulsed in pain, he could do it without saying a word, and be an iron-clad tough guy.
But now it was different, every time the executioner's knife cut through his body, the old turtle would let out a cry of pain, and although he didn't want to admit it, the thought of begging for mercy began to appear in his mind.
The changes in the body made the old turtle begin to fear, and with fear, the degree of deterioration in the body will become more and more rapid, like cancer cells, constantly devouring his whole body.
The old turtle began to pray for Ye Qingshan's appearance, not to be free from the pain, but to hope that Ye Qingshan could kill himself, compared to death and pain, the old turtle was more afraid of this change in his body.
In the early morning of this day, there was a heavy fog in the King's City, and outside the city gate, the old turtle and Gensheng on the execution table began to tremble uncontrollably with fear after hearing a crisp sound of footsteps.
A moment later, the executioner appeared in front of the old turtle and Gensheng with an indifferent expression, he didn't make a move, it was not his time to work.
Tianquan Xingjun doesn't like the gloomy sky, and he also doesn't like this kind of haze day, and every time the sun shines and the sky is bright in Tianquan Star City, it is the time when everyone's work begins.
In the east, the red sun rises, and through the white mist, a blood-colored red sun can be faintly seen.
A heavy bell sounded, and the aura of heaven and earth that permeated the King City was mobilized at this moment, and the white mist that shrouded this King City dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Slowly pulling out the slender thin knife at his waist, the executioner had a bright smile on his face, he smiled and looked at the old turtle, looked at the weak root under the execution table, and a hot and distorted excitement appeared in his eyes: "A new day has begun." ” The fog was dispelled, and the golden-red sunlight shone on the earth, revealing the body of the old turtle three months later: The limbs had been unloaded and piled up beside the old turtle, and the bones that looked like white jade were covered with knife marks and nail holes.
Knife marks are the marks left by cutting the flesh again and again, as for the nail holes?
It's to draw out your own bone marrow!
Most of the body has been hollowed out, and the abdominal armor has been removed, revealing the internal organs that have been cut in half, and the bones that wrap around the internal organs have been cut off, and there are marks of chiseling in addition to the knife marks left by the flesh.
The scales and skin on the neck have been removed, making the neck look bloody and fleshy, and in some places even white bones can be seen, as well as maggots weaving on top of the rotting flesh.
One of the eyes had been dug out, and in the hollow sockets, on top of the dried flesh, there was a blood scab that had congealed.
It stands to reason that the old tortoise should have died a long time ago, his limbs had been cut off, the tortoise shell of his abdomen had been forcibly pulled out, his internal organs had been cut off, and his neck was rotting.
However, the vigorous vitality of the demon clan, as well as the strength of the ninth-level golden immortal, gave the old turtle an incomparably disgusted vigorous vitality.
And looking at the executioner who came over with a smile, a trace of fear flashed uncontrollably in the old turtle's eyes, he knew what this sentence meant, a new day of torture was about to begin!
But the next moment, the old turtle was stunned, as if he had discovered something, and the only remaining dim and godless eyes suddenly appeared with a look of excitement!
The executioner was stunned, he hadn't seen this look in the old turtle's eyes for a long time, and he had only seen similar looks three months ago.
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And seeing this look again, the executioner was very excited, knowing that for a perverted madman, the old turtle like a walking corpse could no longer give him enough pleasure.
But the next moment, in the eyes of the executioner, the old tortoise, who had never spoken anything other than wailing for three months, opened its cracked, black blood scab, lips like two pieces of air-dried meat, for the first time, and made a hoarse voice: "Kill me." ” The executioner felt that something was wrong, and he had already discovered that the old turtle was not looking at himself, but at his rear!
The executioner's instinctive turn was a knife, but the next moment, the executioner lost consciousness.
Under the golden, or blood-colored morning sun, the red blood mist dyed Ye Qingshan's blue-gold robe red, staring at the old turtle in front of him, Ye Qingshan's struggling eyes flashed with inquiry.
The old turtle smiled and closed his eyes, and the last smile before he died was relieved......