Chapter 224: Torture, Silent Love, and Burial
Someone knows.
What kind of pain is peeling off?
Someone knows.
What does it feel like to have nails nailed to your body?
Then...does anyone know what kind of torture it is to be nailed to the body and then peel off the skin bit by bit along the wound?
I know.
it is known.
…
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
"Let me die! Let me die! Wuwuwu..."
"I was wrong, I surrender, I surrender, ah ah ah..."
"Let me go……"
"..."
Green forest, this is just a small forest.
And today, a tragic thing happened here.
One after another, men and women were lying on the ground, leaning against the big tree, looking in pain.
Eight-centimeter iron nails penetrated his body. If you look closely, you can see that it actually looks like a human!
Evenly distributed and symmetrical.
It doesn't stop there!
As their blood spreads, the howling sounds gradually become lower, as they adapt to the pain.
At the wound caused by the iron nail, the gap between the skin and the flesh seemed to be filled with air, forcefully pushing up the skin.
The flesh and skin began to split.
Just like when a pig is killed, a layer of fascia is left to block the flesh and blood.
In the eyes of some perverts, maybe this is also an art?
Howl...
Weeping...
Scold...
Finally, there is no interest!
"Ahhh!"
Ouyang Da gasped and lay in the quagmire, his eyes were in a daze, and his whole body was soaked with tears, snot, and sweat.
Ou Shan, Ou Hei, Europe and America...
"Everyone, everyone..."
Everything that just happened was something he didn't want to remember.
In front of the deceiver, it is completely meaningless!
He just waved his hand, and the swords in everyone's hands shattered into pieces and turned into nails that pinned everyone down.
No one can resist at all.
Everyone’s cultivation seems to be fake.
There is no resistance.
Even if a nail is pulled out, another nail will be put in place, and there will be more!
Of course, the scariest thing is that it is the Skinned Trickster!
The one...who was responsible for hunting them down from the beginning.
He was also the culprit who turned Ou Ling into that state.
Under his hands, everyone will die.
But.
Why am I still alive?
I am the young patriarch.
Why am I still alive!
Ouyang sank into the mire, his eyes lifeless.
On the edge of the quagmire, Ou Ling, who was leaning against the big tree, looked at Ouyang with tears in his eyes, watching Ouyang slowly sinking into the quagmire without any desire to survive.
"Uh-huh!"
Ouyang turned around and looked at Ou Ling, "Ling'er, I'm sorry."
Then, look up to the sky and wait for death to come.
Next to Ou Ling, the Taoist priest covered in blood lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
He turned around with the black sword in hand.
He wants to fight again!
At this time.
Ou Ling made a move that both of them expected.
thump!
Ou Ling jumped straight into the quagmire, hugged Ouyang, and struggled to lift him up. The suction of the quagmire tore her already fragile skin again.
The skin and flesh split again.
Blood flowed out violently, dyeing the surface of the quagmire red.
"Ling'er! What are you doing!"
The Taoist priest was also shocked for a moment.
In the quagmire, Ou Ling looked at Ouyang with a smile.
Just like when she saved him.
"I'm sorry for making you so tired."
Ou Ling's mouth said this.
"Thank you for helping me like this and making me feel like a human being."
"I don't want to see you die in front of me."
"Can you please stay alive?"
"Finally, I have a small wish that I hope you can help me fulfill."
"I don't want to look that ugly again, let alone die that ugly."
"Can you let me die like this?"
After she said this, she pulled Ouyang out again. On the contrary, she sank deeper into the quagmire, and more and more skin began to tear.
She is gradually changing towards the ugly look she least likes.
Ouyang: "...that's it."
He jumped hard, grabbed the edge of the quagmire, and broke out of the quagmire.
Then he watched Ouling fall into the quagmire little by little.
"It's the end of the road." The Taoist said.
"Are you sure you want to watch your beloved die like this?"
"I've forced her to live long enough. This is the last time. Just listen to her." Ouyang's voice was hoarse.
"Alas, in this evil world of five turbidities, hell is already on earth."
The Taoist priest said this, holding the black sword tightly, not wanting to see this kind of human tragedy again.
He was going to fight the trickster to the death.
As for Ouyang.
He has his own choices and reasons, and the Taoist priest does not want to interfere.
He only makes his own choices.
Just like when he went down the mountain to the county town and then was hunted down to the Yun Kingdom.
Watch the Taoist priest leave.
Ouyang sat on the ground and watched Ou Ling being submerged little by little.
When Ouling was completely submerged.
He finally couldn't help but shed tears.
At that last moment, Ou Ling's last words were: Live well, I love you.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I... I'm not a genius at all... I can't do anything..."
"My father asked me to protect my people, but I failed... I wanted to lead my friends to survive, but I failed... I wanted to save you, but I failed..."
Looking at the swamp where a loved one is buried.
There were also sounds of distant fighting.
Ouyang took out the dimmed obsidian needle and pointed it at his temple.
"The world... is hopeless..."
"But at least, I can go down and stay with you."
…
Rats, lizards, foxes... and other small animals are running around in the forest.
It is obviously such a dangerous place, but these animals seem to have lost their biological instincts and just rush to death.
And at their destination.
The smell of blood was strong and diffuse.
Bodies and dying people.
as well as……
"boom!"
The sword energy is everywhere.
Flexible body shape.
Iron nails appeared out of thin air and were nailed to his body. But the next moment, his energy and blood surged, and he fixed all the iron nails on his body, and then wrapped them in his body with his true energy without pulling them out. Such a massive killing without affecting the activities.
Strange to say.
Without pulling out these iron nails, the trickster didn't summon new iron nails again!
For a moment, it seemed like it was useless.
"waste!"
The shadowy man wearing a black robe and holding a human-skin book said coldly, then stood up and waved.
Air begins to fill the membrane between skin and flesh, and begins to tear the skin apart.
But.
The Taoist priest actually endured this pain.
"ha!!"
An angry shout.
The gushing sword passed directly over the strong wind and headed straight towards the Skinned Trickster.
"If you attack the enemy, you must save it? Haha."
"Little tricks!"
