Looking at the extremely vast silver building and the logo of the [Human Corpse Art Collection Hall], Zhang Taichu knew that Xiao Zizai must be among them.
He took steps forward with great interest, and in the next moment he came to the door of the building.
There is no one guarding the square gate, not even a gate. The surface of the building is smooth, exuding a silver metallic light, and it looks extremely simple.
"Xiao Xiao is really creative. He built a corpse art museum in the city center."
Zhang Taichu was talking to himself, and walked into the gate again. When he stepped across an invisible dividing line, his eyes flashed, and the scene in front of him changed again.
But inside the empty silver building, there were densely packed transparent cylindrical containers.
From left to right, from front to back, a number is pasted on the surface of each container, starting from 1 and arranged backwards. At a glance, you can't even see the end.
In front of him was a container with serial number seven. Through the surface, it could be seen that the interior was filled with some kind of colorless liquid, and a corpse was soaked in the solution.
The corpse had been disemboweled, and the five internal organs were neatly fixed in the container in order. On the left side of the internal organs, there was a completely peeled human skin, and on the right side of the internal organs, a complete human skin was fixed. The skeleton, that skeleton was as flawless as white jade, with no trace of flesh attached to it.
Directly under the container, there was a metal nameplate with the name, cause of death, date of death and other information engraved on it.
Zhang Taichu, who had collected all this in his eyes, had no more expressions on his face. He could read the information on the nameplate clearly with just one glance, and then he continued to walk forward and go deeper.
As far as the eye can see, there is a human skeleton inside each container. The dissected appearance is all kinds of strange, either complete or scattered, but it can be seen that each one is handled with extremely "fine".
He walked deeper step by step, walking like this in this huge collection. The place was silent, and it seemed that apart from him, there were only dead bodies left.
The numbers on the container also jumped from ten to one hundred, then from one hundred to one thousand, and then from one thousand to ten thousand.
For a long time, Zhang Taichu murmured to himself: "Xiao Xiao, is this what you long for and desire most? Although you are thirsty for blood, you do not kill indiscriminately. You have kept this point."
As he walked along the way, wherever he could see, the nameplate of every dead body would record the reason why it was executed. The evils these people had committed during their lives were all kinds of, but they all deserved to die.
And this setting happens to reflect Xiao Zizai's subconscious psychology to a certain extent. In the omnipotent interior scene, he completely released his suppressed bloodthirsty heart.
You can kill without any scruples, but you give the "people" you kill a "damn setting", which can be regarded as a kind of self-restraint.
"This number has reached over 30,000, and we haven't seen the end of this venue yet. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this little kid is really capable of killing."
Zhang Taichu looked at the endless collection of objects in front of him, and simply used the magic of shrinking to an inch, turned it into a flash of light, and moved forward at high speed.
In the interior, everything can be created, and time and space can also be distorted.
Therefore, even if Xiao Zizai was in the real world and sank into the inner scene for just a short moment, he might have thought that decades had passed, and there was a high probability that he had completely suppressed his rationality in reality and completely sunk into the inner scene.
After just a few breaths.
As he entered the deepest part of the human body collection hall, he finally saw the head of the neatly arranged corpse containers, and it could be seen that the last target number was "325816".
At this moment, there were bursts of clanging noises and faint wailing sounds.
In front of Zhang Taichu, things finally appeared in front of him. Apart from the glass containers, other things appeared. From a distance, they were silver machines with different appearances.
There were three erected cross-shaped machines, which looked like simple execution racks. At the moment, three tall and strong men were tied up respectively. They looked different, but their faces were the same twisted, and they were all filled with extreme fear.
In the middle of the three execution racks, there was a taller figure, nearly three meters tall, with three heads and six arms. It looked like a devil from hell!
But when he saw a ghost-like figure, he was actually wearing a strange suit. The three heads all had long red hair, ferocious faces, fangs in their mouths, and their eyes revealed a violent and bloodthirsty look.
The six arms are thick and thick, and the fingers are very slender. They are holding tools, including scalpels, vise, hand drills, chain saws, etc.
At this time, the red-haired three-headed ghost in a suit looked at the three people who were about to be executed, with a faint smile on his face. Together with the bloodthirsty red eyes, it was even more penetrating, frightening the latter. Have to wail.
"Uh ho ho, damn, all deserve to die——!" The three heads of the three-headed ghost spoke at the same time, making a hoarse voice. Then, they controlled the tools in their hands and began to create art.
In just a few moments, the three living people were turned into sashimi, and then into even more bloody parts.
After doing all this, a transparent glass container appeared from the ground, containing the three corpses, and was automatically transported and added to the collection sequence.
Afterwards, the three execution racks sank into the ground again, and several machines with even more bizarre looks moved to the side of the three-headed ghost.
There was an iron plate machine emitting sizzling oil fumes, a peeling machine filled with sharp knives, and a roller machine filled with spikes.
The three-headed ghost just snapped his fingers, and three strong men with yellow hair who were bound in the cage appeared in the field and were installed on the three machines.
"Ho ho, execution, all execution!" The three-headed ghost didn't pause at all, with an evil smile on its face, and immediately started the next wave of killings.
He looked so focused that he didn't seem to notice the young Taoist who was standing nearby.
Zhang Taichu looked at the appearance of the three-headed ghost and his every move, and he already knew in his heart that the other person must be Xiao Zizai, the incarnation of him in this scene.
"Three heads and six arms, Hell Yama, this ghostly appearance is indeed deceiving."
Zhang Taichu thought to himself, then called out to the other party: "Xiao Zizai, are you still awake?"
After the words fell, the three red-haired ghosts turned a deaf ear and were still immersed in the three works of art being completed.
Seeing this, the corner of Zhang Taichu's mouth raised, and he waved his finger gently, and a golden sword shot out immediately.
There was a crunching sound, and one of the iron plate corpse-burning devices was cut into pieces, and the body of the tortured person tied above was also chopped into pieces!
(End of chapter)
