Yevlina tilted her head and smiled at Shen Rusong. The little tiger teeth she raised when she spoke gave her a wild cuteness. She gently kicked up her boots and said: "Longshan, listen to Captain Xin, we , you are all descendants of the white dragon, so have you ever seen a dragon?"
Regardless of whether it is the lingua franca or their indigenous language, although Yevlina has a strong accent, what is strange is that her pronunciation is very clear. Shen Rusong can distinguish the cadence of the syllables in her words, which makes it sound uniquely beautiful. .
Before Shen Rusong could answer, Yevlina gave him another bright smile, but this time there was a somewhat evil smile. She said, "Ah, the Longshan people in the south, why don't we play a game."
Yevlina made a silence gesture, and like a magic trick, she took out a leather bag from under the torture rack. When she pulled out the cork, there was a sour smell. As Yevlina took a few big sips, the unusual aroma of wine spread out again. When she opened it, people naturally thought that this should be a kind of milk wine. She let out a long "Hey" and lifted the skin bag up and down to Shen Rusong who couldn't hold back his saliva. It made a "clatter" sound.
"Don't get it wrong, this is not a small prize in the game, the big prize in the game is..." Yevlina turned around and sat heavily on Shen Rusong's lap. The wound was involved, and the soft scab that was just a little bit was suddenly buried. The bandage was torn, and blood immediately seeped into the bandage. Shen Rusong's throat moved several times to suppress the pain.
"The winning number is your foot." Yevlina's voice remained unchanged, but there was a sinister tone.
Yevlina finally stopped smiling. She leaned in front of Shen Rusong's face, so close that it seemed as if she could bite the bridge of her nose if she raised her head. The faint musky smell penetrated into Lu Yuan's mouth, nose, and eyes. Here, the red-haired girl's youthful aura and pain captured Shen Rusong's mind.
"The rules of the game are like this. Every word you say is true. After we finish talking, this bag of wine belongs to you. If I think you are lying..."
Yevlina held her arms, she was rising and falling, her elastic body was even bouncing, stimulating Shen Rusong's life-threatening wound in waves.
"Every time you lie, I will chop off one of your toes."
Seeing that Shen Rusong's face was watery and he didn't say a word, Yevlina didn't care, and just "moved" by herself, occasionally yawning very delicately. Yevlina's grasp of the scale was particularly accurate. Sometimes the pressure was rhythmic and sometimes it was ups and downs, but it just didn't let Shen Rusong's pain become unbearable and even cause him to pass out. This kind of torture is like a kind of electric torture. Appropriate current will make people feel extremely comfortable and even make them perform certain physiological actions. But once the current is increased, it will be hellish torture. However, Yevrina stopped talking uncharacteristically, and just kept going back and forth.
After going on like this for more than ten minutes, Shen Rusong finally opened his throat and said in a hoarse voice: "Your problem."
Yevelina heard the sound and weakened her fluctuations. She smiled brightly and said, "It seems that you have much more endurance than the one with the broken leg."
If an outsider saw this scene in the house, they would definitely think it was some rosy scene, but the bite from the beautiful snake is more painful than that from a cobra.
"Tell me the location of Sulfur Springs Camp."
Shen Rusong blinked in confusion. He didn't understand for a moment why the savage tribe far away on the north bank of the Hui River would be interested in an abandoned camp thousands of miles away, in the hinterland of the area controlled by the Renaissance Army. Could it be that there was something there? When he thought of this, his thoughts stretched a little, and Shen Rusong's head began to hurt, so he happily reported the specific location of this small camp.
Yevlina seemed to be satisfied with Shen Rusong's answer, and the calf that was pressing on his wound was slightly retracted, but her new round of questions suddenly caused Shen Rusong to have a strong headache.
"The entrance to Qianshan Underground City! Tell me the specific route to enter Qianshan Underground City!"
In an instant, it was as if ten thousand needles were pierced into Shen Rusong's mind. Clouds, blizzards, spiders, dragon evil, gray fog...all these crazy things were stuffed in front of Shen Rusong's eyes and turned into The strangely changing faces dragged him ruthlessly into the vortex of gray mist, and then there was a sound that made his heart stop.
"Tika, tower!"
Shen Rusong twisted his head vigorously. He subconsciously felt that Yevlina was tapping his temple. The image shrouded in gray fog in his mind was firmly locked under the water. However, it was like drowning in the ice. The people inside were frantically hammering away at the ice with ice picks, one after another, desperate but extremely painful.
Soon, Shen Rusong passed out.
Yevlina frowned and stood up, confirming that Shen Rusong had indeed passed out. She whistled, and the cell door behind her opened. In addition to Xin Twenty-four, there were several skinny men wearing feather crowns who walked in. old man.
"This person's subconscious protection mechanism is very strong. General hypnosis and psychological suggestion cannot penetrate deep into his heart. As long as consecutive sensitive words are involved, he will fall into coma." Yevlina explained to the visitor.
Xin Ersi took a step forward and glanced at Shen Rusong. He thought for a moment and said, "Capturing the survivors of the Qianshan Incident is an unexpected surprise. We must be the first to capture them before the Renaissance Army realizes the value of these people. Even if it costs something, it’s worth it.”
"Besides, the binders have begun to pay attention to this matter and think that this corporal may be helpful in deciphering the Book of Hailan."
Yevlina looked incredulous, but she immediately regained her composure and replied: "Is there another method?"
"That's why the shaman is here. We have to move quickly. The special forces of the Renaissance Army will soon guess the connection between Bai Long and these survivors. We have to be the first."
Xin Twenty-four turned around and bowed slightly to Feather Crown Shaman: "Please begin."
Each shaman wore a mask made of pig iron. The tallest and thinnest one took out a clay pot from his wide robe and took some white powder. If you look carefully, you can see the powder faintly illuminated by the light. Showing an unknown gray-green color. The other two shamans took out a jar of pure gray liquid and a yellow candle respectively.
The three shamans took out a star-patterned pendant again, and the moment it touched Shen Rusong's forehead, it began to dye with vermilion. Under the influence of three drugs that must have hallucinogenic effects, the comatose Shen Rusong's mind immediately fell into the past. In a state of sobriety and confusion.
The orange chandelier swayed, and the afterimages connected into ripples. The sudden waves were smoothed into the wrinkles of the sleeves that had been ironed away. Shen Rusong was running in the pure color space again, feeling a wave behind him. He turned his head, and before he could completely turn away, he heard an extremely unfamiliar yet familiar voice.
"Who are you?" Shen Rusong held up his gun and turned around to check the source of the voice, but he couldn't find it. But somewhere, he felt that he could unconditionally trust the owner of the voice.
The whisper turned into a murmur, and the blurry figure stopped within Shen Rusong's reach but just a short distance away. The lights gradually went out, and a sense of trust surged in like a dark tide, calming down the surging and restless emotions.
"Adjust your breathing, Shen Nian, inhale, exhale, inhale..." the figure said, and Shen Rusong followed the words, trusting him like a young child relying on his stalwart parents.
"Breathe in, breathe out, relax slowly, little by little...and when I say 'open your eyes,' just open your eyes."
"Open your eyes!" A loud snap of fingers.
The figure in the darkness showed its true form majestically. Shen Rusong's eyes widened in disbelief. The person who came was actually his father? It has been a long time since his father appeared in front of him, and it has been a long time since he stepped into his home. It has been so long that he has forgotten that there was ever a figure like his father in his life. In the blink of an eye, his father stepped out of the house again, looked back at Shen Rusong with nostalgia, and then broke into the thick white light that could not be dissolved. But the threshold was so high that Shen Rusong tripped and fell to the ground.
The instructor of the boarding middle school looked down at Shen Nian with his whip, but for just a moment, fear chilled his bones. But a moment later, the gentle voice of trust drove away the fear.
"I'm here, don't be afraid, slowly, close your eyes, you are in a safe place."
"Start counting down now, five~"
"Imagine yourself in a place where you feel safest, Si~"
Sweat soaked the fitness shirt, and the comrades waved to Shen Bi, telling him to come and fill his stomach quickly, but when he really came closer, all the reds were so bright that they turned into a bouquet of roses, and the green turned into With her skirt raised and the river breeze blowing gently, she agreed to Shen Nian's proposal on the bridge of Hailan Tuduo River. Under the bridge, there was a wheat field spread to the sky in golden color. This was her name, Mai Qiu.
"Now, I'm here to take you back, to the source, the source of your pain and fear." The flames burned away the wheat fields and rivers in the blink of an eye. Mai Qiu's eyes widened in the pool of blood, with heartbreaking confusion and helplessness. The energy inside is like the sand in an hourglass, draining away.
"His blood pressure and heart rate are both rising!" Yevlina reminded. Xin Ersi looked at Shen Rusong's struggling chest with his hands behind his back, but he was not surprised. He learned this routine from the Renaissance Army's Zero Base. The subconscious infiltration method has great side effects, but the effect is significant. He looked at the shaman and said, "Continue." Then, the medicine extracted from unknown raw materials continued to be released.
In Shen Rusong's mind, Mai Qiu's face peeled off and shattered like a mottled mural, and colorful whirlpools tore him underground. The underground shrouded in gray mist, just when he was about to be winched in, that gentle voice came again. Appeared and rescued him, with longing figures and voices everywhere.
"You are in Longshan Dungeon, your hometown, the great and glorious capital of the Alliance. It is summer, not long after you enlisted in the army."
"You shuttled through the Donghu South Road market. You took your sister's letter and wanted to buy her some warm sweaters and beautiful lip gloss before going to the surface. You loved your family deeply and were willing to pay any price for them."
"But you are eager for war and merit. You leave your hometown, carry a marching bag, and walk in the upward tunnel. You see dim street lights and endless queues of infrastructure soldiers. Their faces are hidden in the shadows under their helmets. They were masses of phosphorus fire that jumped over the guardrail and fell and burned in the black underground night sky."
Some people died, but not completely...
