The Lord who use immortals as food

The air here is thick.

The smell of blood, the smell of rot, darkness, humidity, stuffy heat, and lack of oxygen. Xi Wuqiu had been immersed in this environment for an unknown amount of time. Occasionally, he thought of the coolness and breeze from the outside world that he breathed into his nose, and it felt like a lifetime ago.

He was still trying to keep his mind clear, even though it meant a thousand kinds of heart-wrenching pain that pressed heavily on that string.

He could no longer tell which part of his body was still available. Seven or eight different kinds of pain would come from the same part at the same time. There was no need to expect numbness in the pain, but the brain's ability to keenly sense where the injury occurred had indeed failed.

The one who took action in the first three days was King Zhenbei, with cruel pleasure in his eyes. Xi Wuqiu didn't expect such a distorted expression on this majestic face. Looking at these complete utensils and the relatively fresh blood stains, the frequency of use of this torture chamber clearly showed that this prince Perverted hobby.

He left three days later. At this time, Xi Wuqiu's body was still in disrepair and his human form was unrecognizable.

King Zhenbei was keen on breaking a beautiful and perfect piece of porcelain and was too lazy to do anything to the fragments.

But for Xi Wuqiu, the real pain has just begun. A talented executioner will vent his unfinished anger on behalf of his master. He begins to test his wild ideas on this strong body.

His technique is much more meticulous, and he has a deeper understanding of pain. Every part of the body must have been used to its maximum potential before it is completely damaged.

Just one day later, Xi Wuqiu's body began to tremble uncontrollably as soon as he saw him.

I don't know how long the following days passed. Each day challenged the limit of his endurance, and then the next day was even more unbearable, until the executioner finally got tired of this piece of rotten meat.

And this is the moment Xi Wu Chou has been waiting for.

The King of Zhenbei had long forgotten about him, and the executioner also believed that he had collapsed long ago - even if he was still awake occasionally, it would be okay, he could not still have the ability to resist.

Not to mention that the meridian tree had been dug out from the beginning, even if he really had the power to resist, how could he resist not using it when he was wailing, screaming and trembling so many times before?

A fantasy.

But Xi Wuqiu just held back.

Although the Meridian Tree was destroyed from the beginning, the eyes were dug out only the next day.

The so-called "immortal-given pupil" means that although the purpose of this left eye is not to accumulate true energy, some of it does remain.

He carefully kept this weak Qi, day and night, as it was his key to the door to life.

Until the man unhooked him like a piece of rotten meat.

There was a "pop" sound.

In the quiet execution chamber, the executioner's eyes widened, as if he saw a sharp thorn sticking out of the pork on the chopping board and piercing the butcher's throat.

It can take a month to kill someone, or it can take just a blink of an eye.

Xi Wuqiu accurately controlled the remaining amount of his true energy, not wasting any of it, because he still needed the remaining true energy to support this body whose bones and muscles were completely broken and had no remaining strength.

——In the past few days, he did not drink any water or food for the first twenty days, and occasionally had to eat some swill later.

Stepping over the corpse at his feet, Xi Wuchou touched the door based on his memory.

When he was captured here that day, he memorized his whereabouts, and this memory was preserved as preciously as the infuriating energy.

At this point I was finally able to take it out.

It's night when we go out.

Although his eyes can no longer detect light, there are many other qualities of the night that have often accompanied him in his experiences over the past ten years.

The location of the torture chamber was relatively remote, and the way out had been thought of thousands of times in his mind. It was the first time that he measured this land with his feet, but he was already familiar with it.

Passing through the garden and climbing out of the city from the back wall, this is the edge area of ​​the palace. In the middle, you only have to pass an elegant courtyard and a small house that is used for unknown purposes.

He would go to the small room first because that was supposed to be the kitchen.

He had to eat and drink. He needed precious energy to climb over the courtyard wall and leave the city. He couldn't waste it on nourishing his body.

I touched there, pushed the door, and sure enough it was locked. I turned to the window and squeezed in. After groping around, I suddenly touched a piece of warm earth wall.

It's...a stove!

Xi Wuqiu sniffed and groped quickly, put the soft things in the pot into his mouth, and swallowed them slowly while enduring the severe pain of being rubbed in his mouth.

The decision to enter here was correct, although it consumed time and energy, two equally precious things.

But not only water and food are provided here, but also time - because the furnace wall is still warm, it should be shortly after nightfall.

Xi Wuqiu sat here for a while and felt some heat rising in his body for the first time in a long time. He squeezed out from the window again.

Continuing forward, hidden among the trees, he walked weirdly like an animal based on his memory.

This is a rockery, and I reached out and touched the jagged rocks.

We should have reached the flowers here, and sure enough, the fragrance has been introduced to the nostrils.

The sound of water reaches the spring pool.

There should be a small pavilion in front of it, go around it and pay attention to the steps.

One hundred and fifty steps, we should have reached the small courtyard.

I don’t know who lives there, so I’ll try my best to get around.

Suddenly he stopped, and a rather light person in the small courtyard was kicked out, rolled twice and rolled to the ground.

Xi Wuqiu stood motionless in the shadow of the trees, blending into the night.

Then there was another "thump, thump, thump" step out the door, accompanied by a sharp female voice: "Bitch! The pig's hands that wash the urine bucket every day dare to touch my hairpin!"

The woman on the ground wailed "uh" and then seemed to be cut off.

Xi Wuqiu couldn't see, but he was very familiar with this sound - it was a heavy stomp on the stomach.

"You think this hairpin is beautiful, don't you? Do you still want to try it on?! You slut, don't you want to touch it? Let me touch it! Let me touch it!"

It was the sound of a sharp object being inserted into the body, it should be the hairpin.

Another hurried footsteps ran out, accompanied by words of comfort: "Miss, miss, calm down - oh, why did you dirty your hands for this kind of pig?"

The thrusting sound stopped.

The young lady gasped and stood up, screaming: "Beat me to death and feed the dog!"

"Okay, okay! Feed the dogs, feed the pigs! Miss, don't get so angry." As he said this, the man kicked the lying girl in the face.

Xi Wuqiu hesitated for less than a second.

He reached down and picked a leaf from the tree.

After he made this decision, he realized that he was still so vividly alive.

In the previous dozens of days of darkness, including the period after escaping from the torture chamber, he was just a survival machine.

The true energy that had been carefully preserved day and night flowed out without hesitation, and Xi Wu Qiu seemed to be a ghost in the wind.

A leaf cut open the throats of two people. The young lady stretched out her hand and wiped their necks strangely. Blood poured into her hands like a fountain. She raised her hands and saw that there was still fear in her bright eyes.

Xi Wuchou watched as a master and a servant fell in front of him.

With only half of his true energy left, he could still climb over the courtyard wall, but he would definitely not be able to support the outside of the city.

Xi Wuchou heard that the tortured girl on the ground was slowly sitting up. After her master died like this, she would definitely not be let go - but she would not have survived in the first place.

He wasn't trying to save her.

Xi Wuchou slowly collapsed to the ground, and he suddenly understood this truth: escape, come back decades later, and repay the enemy with the same torture, that is called revenge; but now he throws away the chance of life and throws away Doing the same thing again that put you in such a situation is called victory.

——You think that the torture of dozens of days and nights has completely destroyed me, but in fact, I have not changed even one bit.