Chapter 927 Human Coffin

Let’s put aside Yamato and others for now and talk about the Happy Island destroyed by Yamato and others.

The Happy Island has completely changed its appearance now, becoming more desolate than a desert. It is obviously a small island, but it shows an incomparable dry feeling. Even the air is dry. Everyone on the island has chapped lips and skin, but no one cares about them. Those who can run have already run away. The only ones left are some guys who are regarded as abandoned. They are waiting for their own death. A Tianlong was beaten wildly here and even auctioned. In this case, the world government will not allow some people to live, and Disco, the original host, is one of them, but he can no longer care about these. The threat of death seems to become fragile at this moment, because he is now facing something more terrifying. He has no feeling, no feeling at all.

That's right, Disco couldn't feel the thirst of the people around him, nor could he feel the pain of cracked skin. He seemed to have become a non-existent person. He clearly reached out to touch something, but he didn't feel anything. He clearly stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth, but there was no taste. He even drank sea water in big gulps, but he didn't feel any bitterness or saltiness at all. All the feelings in this world were leaving him!

"Hahaha, hahahaha! Come on! Come and kill me!"

Disco went crazy after discovering his abnormality. He couldn't wait for someone to kill him, no matter who it was, no matter who it was! Come and kill him! Living like this is no doubt the same as death!

And if Disco's feeling was a fall from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, then Saint Charlos really fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.

Disco and the others were already counting down to death, but Saint Charles was determined to continue living until the day he was truly liquidated, and now Saint Charles was furious.

He felt something was wrong from breakfast this morning. When he took the first sip of red wine, he felt something was wrong. The taste was too light. For this reason, he vented his anger on the waiter who delivered the food. The waiter was shot and fell straight there, but this obviously did not solve the problem. He immediately ordered someone to send another glass of red wine, and the taste of this glass of red wine was even lighter. After changing four or five glasses of wine in a row, even a stupid Saint Charles understood one thing, that there was something wrong with his tongue.

He quickly called the doctor, and when the doctor came, he was also horrified, because Saint Charlos' mouth was full of blood, dripping down his lips. The doctor instantly made a sharp roar and rushed over immediately. Without waiting for Saint Charlos to speak, he immediately took out tools to support Saint Charlos' mouth.

Faced with such rude behavior of the doctor, Saint Charlos's guards naturally disagreed, but when they were about to take the doctor away, they found that the doctor pinched a piece of broken glass from Saint Charlos' mouth. They then discovered that the extremely luxurious glass goblet was broken, and some of the fragments were in Saint Charlos' mouth.

Faced with this situation, the guards did not dare to say much. Saint Charlos, whom they were guarding, had two accidents in three days. Their chances of survival were not high. If they stopped the doctor's treatment again, then they would definitely be completely finished, and the kind that the nine clans could not save.

"Dingling."

The last piece of glass was squeezed out. The doctor looked carefully and confirmed that there were no other residues. Then he began to apply medicine and removed the support.

"I'm sorry, great Saint Charlos. Your situation just now is urgent. Please forgive the behavior of my humble minister. If the glass fragments continue to stay in your mouth, it is likely to cut off your great tongue."

The doctor knelt on the ground and said.

"Huh? Is there glass in my mouth?"

What the doctor and others didn't expect was that Saint Charlos was at a loss at the moment. He didn't even understand what the doctor was doing just now. If he hadn't seen the doctor constantly taking things out of his mouth and he couldn't speak, he wouldn't even feel that his mouth was stretched open.

"Don't you feel pain, sir?"

The doctor felt something was wrong at the moment. With such an obvious wound, blood was flowing out of his mouth. How could he not feel pain? Could it be?

"What did you call me for, sir?"

The doctor asked hurriedly.

"Oh, I can't taste anything in my mouth, so I came to ask you what's wrong with me?"

Charlos Saint asked with a curious look on his face. Just now, when he was waiting for the doctor to come, he tried the dishes on the table. Whether it was the sea beast meat stewed in red wine or the highland fat lamb chops with caramelized potatoes, Charlos Saint couldn't taste anything, which was why he bit the glass in anger.

"What!"

The doctor was shocked and immediately took out a small hammer from his bag and started to knock on Charlos Saint's knees, but Charlos Saint didn't seem to have any knee jerk reflex at all.

Then the doctor took out a piece of wrapped thing from his bag and put it into Charlos Saint's mouth. Charlos Saint looked normal at this moment and didn't feel anything entering his mouth at all.

"Hey! You! Go call my wives for me, huh? Why is my voice so strange?"

Saint Charles didn't know what the doctor was doing, but since he didn't feel hungry anyway, he might as well play for a while first. What could the Draco do? The most common ones are women.

"Sir, please wait a moment! Your condition is not right!"

The doctor woke up instantly when he heard the words of Saint Charles, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Huh? Is there something wrong with my state? Why is my voice so strange?"

Charles Saint was still struggling with the problem of his voice, but the doctor who heard this sentence had an expression of complete despair on his face.

"My lord, didn't you notice there was something in your mouth?"

The doctor said tremblingly.

"What's in my mouth?"

St. Charlos put his hand into his mouth and started groping, but the amazing thing was that after searching for a while, he couldn't feel what he was groping for. He didn't even feel that his hand had reached into his mouth, and it was all over. His hands were all inserted in. If the doctor hadn't reacted in time and pulled him out, Saint Charles might have suffocated himself to death.

"Sir, there is a piece of salt in your mouth. Logically speaking, you should feel salty. At the same time, there is a wound in your mouth. Logically speaking, you should feel pain, but you don't feel anything. It is very possible that you I lost my sense of touch and taste, and even the feeling of pain disappeared.”

The doctor's face was uglier than his dead mother's. If he could have survived before because he didn't follow him when he went to the auction house, then in this situation, he might not be able to save his head.

"What did you say!"

St. Charlos was instantly furious and reached out to grab the doctor. But strangely, with the distance between the two of them face to face, St. Charros actually missed the space and fell directly to the ground. The doctor who originally thought he was dead suddenly... Only then did he realize that Saint Charles's eyes began to become blurry.

"My eyes! My eyes! Why are they so dark! Why are they so dark!"

St. Charlos was blind. He covered his eyes and rolled on the ground. St. Charros, who had no obvious feelings at first, finally couldn't hold back at this moment. Vision is definitely the most important thing for a person under normal circumstances, and it is also The biggest difference between before and after, so when he lost his eyesight, Saint Charles finally started to cry, but it was useless. His sins were even more serious and he was The burning speed is also faster. Lily's purifying fire has reached a new stage. Now Lily's flame is no longer burning the other person's soul and making him feel pain, but depriving the other person of his five senses and letting him feel it alive. Endless pain, and when the flames continue to burn, Saint Charlos will eventually turn into a human coffin with clear consciousness but no feeling.