Wu Zhiqi opened his eyes drowsily. He only felt pain all over his body, but he couldn't tell where it hurt. Since his arrest, he has been thrown into this dark room and tortured.
Fainting and waking up, repeated over and over again, Wu Zhiqi truly realized what "infinite hell" is. However, he had practiced the "extreme torture" technique for many years, and he could still endure any torture.
It's a pity that the secret medicine and talisman that I kept close to my body are gone! In pain, he secretly cursed the fat Taoist priest with thunder skills. Some of these secret medicines can quickly stop bleeding and heal injuries, some can make people unaware of pain, cold and hunger, and there are also poisonous medicines that can make people ascend to immortality after taking them. Wu Zhiqi treated him to There is no hope for the future: self-commitment is the best outcome.
However, seeking death now is as difficult as reaching heaven. The swollen mouth was stuffed with a leather shackle. Not to mention biting his tongue to kill himself, he couldn't even speak. He was naked, even his hair was shaved, and he couldn't find a rope to hang himself. Now in a small brick room, he lay down with his legs curled up, turned around, and stood up. The ceiling was above his head. The walls are bare with ceramic tiles, and there is only a wooden bucket in the room for defecation. The door was made of iron bars as thick as a thumb, and outside the brick building was a blank brick floor. A slight light shone in. Although his field of vision was limited, he could still tell that he was in a large room.
The house was usually dead silent, and the only sound was the footsteps of the guards patrolling every once in a while. The footsteps are from far to near, and then pass in front of the door. Any unnecessary noise will result in sharp scolding from the guards and punishment from unknown sources - often causing people to let out sharp howls. From these painful wails, Wu Zhiqi knew that there was more than one brick room in this house, and the other people arrested at the Maojia Inn should also be locked up here - because he heard Fu Wen's wails more than once.
"Humph, they are all incompetent people!" Wu Zhiqi didn't care about the life and death of these people.
"Creak-crack-clang!" The sound of the iron door hitting the brick wall sounded one after another.
"Come out!" "Come out!" The guards roughly dragged the prisoners out of the brick room one by one. Wu Zhiqi recognized all kinds of people in the Maojia Inn. They all looked exhausted, and their numbness revealed panic.
What is this? Wu Zhiqi thought to himself, but he is about to go on the road?
He was not afraid of death, and even longed to die quickly. But prisoners like them are destined to die a good death. From the moment he started doing this business, his master told him that he must not fall into the hands of the government while doing this, otherwise he would be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
Compared with death, he was more afraid of having his soul taken away by Taoist Mu Shi - the Taoist said: If he dared to betray him, his soul would be destroyed. After death, the three souls and six souls are incomplete, even the Lord of Hell will not accept it, and you can only become a lonely ghost who will never be reincarnated!
Thinking of this, Wu Zhiqi couldn't help but shudder.
The guards locked the prisoners tightly against the wall in a "big" shape. The iron door of the big room opened, and several strangely dressed people came in. They were wearing white arrow-sleeved jumpsuits, gloves, and knee-length clothes. The boots seemed to be made of oilcloth, with only the head and face exposed. Most of the weirdos covered their faces with a piece of cloth hanging from their ears, leaving only their eyes exposed. Only two people showed their faces, but they still had strange masks hanging around their waists. The man recognized that these two people were Wu Mu and Cui Daozhang, and Xie Buliao was not among them - his strong figure was easy to identify, and the man breathed a sigh of relief.
Wu Mu nodded, and the guards stood at attention, saluted, and filed out of the cell. Wu Mu glanced at the row of prisoners with a half-smile but not a smile: "Witches? Harvesting animals? You bunch of bastards!" He snorted from his nostrils: "They are all inferior things! Today, I want you to open your eyes. You know the methods of my Senate!" After saying that, he nodded to Taoist Cui: "Taoist, you can start."
Cui Daochang rubbed his hands excitedly and placed his small suitcase on the table. Wu Zhiqi's heart tightened: Are you trying to trick me again?
The suitcase was opened, but inside was not a variety of scary torture instruments, but a silver-white square box that was neither gold nor jade. Director Cui opened the lid of the box and turned the inside of the lid toward the prisoners, but it was completely dark. While the prisoners were wondering, they saw the Taoist priest pressing something on the box, and the lid suddenly glowed, showing an image. The prisoners couldn't help but widen their eyes.
The picture shows some back figures, tattered clothes, skinny bones, withered yellow hair, hunched back, hands hanging down, dragging feet, staggering forward with a strange pace. Aren't these the hungry people that can be seen everywhere? Is there anything strange about it? The man thought secretly. The scene gradually shifted to the front of the figure. The exposed skin was lead-grey and covered with interlaced wounds. The ribs were even exposed on the chest, and gray-black intestines flowed out from the opening in the belly and hung between the legs. The man's heart tightened, this was definitely not a living person! As if to confirm his judgment, the scene turned to reveal the figure's face. "Ah!" Someone shouted out uncontrollably. The figure's face is like a living skeleton. The nose has been rotted away, leaving only two black holes. The eyes are muddy and shriveled. The lips have also been rotten, exposing the withered black tooth flesh. The yellow incisors are unusually hideous and conspicuous. "Roar!" The figure suddenly let out a huge roar, and the black hole seemed to swallow everything.
"Ah -" the prisoners screamed in unison, several streams of water flowed down the wall, and a stinky smell filled the air.
"Can't you stand it anymore?" Cui Taoist priest waved his hand and fanned the air with disdain, "You have been through some scenes of killing people, skinning and removing corpses, removing skins and bones, and cooking them to make elixirs. What? You've never seen a living corpse? You're a country bumpkin!"
The scene continued to change, as if looking down from a high place. As far as the eye could see, there were black living corpses everywhere within a few feet. Thin arms like forests stretched out into the air, with fingers spread out and nails as sharp as knives.
The living corpses roared, and the screen was filled with rotten and hideous faces. Wu Zhiqi's body was covered in cold sweat. This must be hell! Suddenly, a man screamed and fell on top of the living corpses. Countless withered hands immediately grabbed hold of his whole body, and he was instantly submerged in the faces of the living corpses. Only the sea of moving heads of the living corpses remained on the screen. , and a few touches of blood.
Are you going to feed me to the living corpses? Wu Zhiqi thought in fear. Then the scene changed again. A thief woman ran away in panic, surrounded by living corpses slowly surrounding her. The woman screamed and tried her best to avoid the dead hands of the living corpses, and her clothes were torn to pieces. , revealing a large area of snow-white skin. Soon, the woman was surrounded by living corpses and screamed in despair. The woman fell to the ground, her clothes had been torn to pieces, and her snow-white breasts were covered with blue-gray rotten withered hands. The living corpses were licking their living flesh, and the woman could no longer scream and made pitiful cries intermittently. A living corpse opened its mouth wide, with green saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth. It approached the woman's cheek and bit it slowly and firmly.
"Ah -" the woman let out a high-pitched scream again. The living corpse shook its head from side to side and slowly tore off the piece of flesh, leaving a bloody pit on the woman's face. More zombies opened their big mouths and bit each part of the woman's body until the zombie moved between the woman's legs, knelt down, lifted the woman's thighs onto his shoulders, and pushed forward. . . . . The living corpse swayed its waist back and forth. The woman could no longer make a sound. Her head was tilted to one side, her face was bloody and bloody. She was lying stiffly on the ground. There were several heads of living corpses squirming on the chest and abdomen, and white calves were hanging on the living corpses. The shoulders swayed with the rhythm of thrusting. Several other zombies crawled over from behind, held up the woman's calf, and bit into the calf. The zombies continued to move, and the calves on their shoulders gradually turned into bloody leg bones. The zombies let out howls of joy. .
The screen darkens. Wu Zhiqi seemed to wake up from a nightmare and let out a long breath. Taoist Cui's voice rang out: "It's a mistake for you to live, and there is no benefit in the world." He raised his voice, "Your life is worthless, and your sins will never be redeemed!" He chuckled. He said twice: "Fortunately, under the rule of my great Senate, there is nothing useless. Even you -" he deliberately prolonged his tone, as if to arouse the prisoner's curiosity, "is still useful. Just now. What you saw, you will all be made into living corpses!" He paused again to let the prisoners digest this shocking news. "You will have two souls and four souls extracted from you. From now on, you will not be able to rebel, think, or die! Even if you are chopped into pieces, you will not die. If your soul is not intact, the underworld will not tolerate you. You will only Suffer endless pain for eternity - become slaves of the Senate! Your wives and daughters will become corpse prostitutes! Prisoners in the labor camp, slaves in the mines, ridden by thousands and slept by thousands! You have no chance of success. You must pay for your sins! Days like this will accompany you all your life, life after life, until thousands of years!"
Daochang Cui's voice was not loud, but these words were like a vicious curse, no, a cruel prophecy, which struck the prisoners' hearts hard and echoed in their minds with lingering sounds.
"Chief, please spare my life! I want to expose and atone for my sins." A prisoner suddenly collapsed and cried uncontrollably.
"What a waste of time!" Cui Hantang snorted dissatisfiedly and waved his hand downwards.
A strange man stepped forward, swung the short stick in his hand, and hit the prisoner's open mouth hard with a "snap" sound. Blood spattered, and his screams were choked in his throat. A tooth hit Wu Zhiqi's face, causing a dull pain in his cheek. The prisoner fainted without saying a word.
"Hahahahaha" Cui Taoist laughed like a devil, "What's the rush? When you become a living corpse, everything you know will be known by the Senate. Hahahahaha" After saying this, he waved his hand, "First, let's atone for this original intention." Take it out and refine it into a living corpse!"
