So many severed limbs turned out to be cut off from people who had passed by here before.
The devil used humans as decorations, and the child's body became another trophy.
At this time, the head held by the man suddenly spoke: "It's so stuffy, don't block my nose."
"Son" The man kneeling in front of the devil was startled and quickly held his head in his hands.
I saw the child's eyes opened, and the originally dilated pupils shrank and returned to normal.
He was talking as usual: "Dad, what's wrong with you?
Where is my body?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
The man cried out with a smile, holding his head tightly to comfort him: "I will find a way to help you get your body back in the future, for sure."
Satan Mamen seemed to be very satisfied and said: "It's better to have a head that's easy to carry around, can talk, and doesn't need to eat.
But we have to find a way to get the body back as soon as possible, otherwise it will slowly rot."
The man's eyes turned red again, and he asked tremblingly: "How long?"
"Well, if it's quick, five days at most."
Mamen held her chin with one hand and put the other on the armrest.
Her sharp black nails were like playing a piano, and she moved her five fingers in sequence, making a crisp sound: "I want to rot slower. , there is another way.”
"What can we do?"
The man and the woman shouted at the same time.
"If you can survive, bite your fingers and put three or four drops into his mouth every day before going to sleep, then his head can always stay fresh."
Mammon thought about it carefully and seemed to tell her kindly. , and then laughed loudly: "If you are afraid of pain, as long as it is the first time, if you put your hand into his mouth in the future, he will bite it himself."
It sounds horrifying.
Is this head still human?
It's simply a monster.
"Okay, now it's your turn."
Mammon waved her hand with pretentious elegance, just like the ancient French nobles' salute.
Many things appeared in front of the man, including swords, daggers, bolas, and spears used in duels between knights. . .
Anyway, all the European weapons that can be thought of are included, and there is even a guillotine for cutting grass.
"You take a look first, that's better."
Mammen grinned, as if smiling: "In order to thank me for telling you so many things, you don't need me to do anything."
At this moment, Mammen seemed to have seen something.
She stretched out her hand and just hooked her fingers, and a small object flew towards him.
He waved his other hand slightly, and a big cigar appeared in front of him.
As if to demonstrate, he inserted the tip of the cigar into the middle of something like a square key ring that came flying towards him.
Then he put two fingers on the round handles on both sides and tightened it with a little force, and the top of the cigar "clicked".
Cut off by a sharp blade.
When he put the top of the cigar into his mouth, it was lit.
It turns out that this thing is used to cut the bite of cigars.
"This thing is called a cigar cutter, that's right."
Mammon spread her hand, and the cigar cutter slowly floated towards the man.
The man stretched out his hand and took it tremblingly.
This was the first time he had seen this thing.
He looked up at Mammon.
Mammon raised one leg and sat leisurely on the throne.
He took a deep breath from the cigar, then exhaled a long snuff smell, and said to the man: "Pinch with any finger and it will be over quickly."
The man could only hand the child's head to his woman first.
He looked at the two hands and found that he was using his right hand, so he chose his left hand.
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In the left hand, of course, pick the smallest one; the smallest one is just a section of the little finger.
Place the little finger of your left hand inside the knife, and hold the round holes on both sides of the cigar cutter with the index finger and thumb of your right hand.
This was his own finger.
The man trembled and looked up at Mammon, who was sitting on the throne and smoking a cigar, as if waiting for something.
Mammon blew out another puff of smoke, revealing the sharp canine teeth on both sides, and encouraged: "Yes, don't look at it, just pinch it with two fingers."
The man gritted his teeth, changed his posture, and squeezed it as hard as a walnut.
Cheng Qianxun and the girl turned their heads and did not dare to look again.
They only heard a scream of "Ah", and then the sound disappeared.
After a long time, Cheng Qianxun dared to open his eyes and saw the bloody cigar cutter falling to the ground, with a little finger next to it.
The man's right hand tightly covered his left hand.
His face, which was red due to alcohol, was twisted in pain.
He held in his breath and finally let it out.
His feet were so weak that he almost fell.
Mammon looked at everything in front of her, still smiling as before.
He clicked his finger, and the man's severed fingers floated up and merged into the rotating severed limbs around him.
The man finally stopped sitting on the ground, and the driver collapsed first.
To really fulfill the bet, amputating a finger is so scary, but he chopped off the limbs, cut out the internal organs, and gouged out the eyes.
Mammen looked at the driver lying on the ground with a smile, and said leisurely: "The next scene may be too bloody.
If you want to watch it, feel free to stay.
If you think it may be off-putting, then please come here..."
The suspended limbs around him gradually disappeared, and a bright passage appeared where Mammon's hand pointed: "Everyone, please go in.
There is a sumptuous dinner, a comfortable room, and women, as long as you want." , everything is there.
That’s it for today.
I wish you all have a good time and have a good rest.”
The woman held her child's head with one hand and supported the man who was holding his severed finger tightly with the other hand.
She looked at the stairs about seventy or eighty meters away and hesitated.
"Believe me, it's better to take a rest.
Only when you have enough energy can you continue going up."
Mammon gently advised like a kind-hearted waiter who could get tips: "So there will be an altar every three floors here.
No one can climb to the sixth floor in the challenger’s rest area.”
These three floors are indeed so difficult to climb that you almost lose your life.
God knows what else is behind.
After glancing at the dark stairs, Cheng Qianxun walked towards the passage where white light was emitted from nowhere.
The others also left together.
Who wanted to see the bloody scene?
Only then did everyone feel that they were hungry and tired.
The tiredness was not only physical but also mental.
Mammon faced the driver who was lying on the ground, still with that kind of hypocrisy, but at this time, the smile was very ghostly, more like weighing the livestock that had been sold at a high price and was about to be slaughtered: "Let me think about it, what are you using it for?"
Tools.
Or you should choose them yourself.
Different tools will cause different pains."
The driver raised his head in fear, and saw knives, guns, sticks and various other things, the blades shining with a cold light, spinning around him.
The feeling was far more terrifying than countless severed limbs spinning around him. . .
"Ah, ah..."
Heart-rending screams came from behind, echoing in this tunnel-like passage.
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The driver must have begun to be divided.
Even if he could recover, this moment would be an ordeal more terrifying than a nightmare.
The girl next to him was so frightened that she grabbed Cheng Qianxun's hand.
Cheng Qianxun did not dare to look back.
He quickly quickened his pace and hurried towards the end of the passage
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