Epic was startled, and subconsciously stepped back as if he was electrocuted, until he hit the sofa behind him.
Looking at Castrol in horror, Epic immediately said angrily:
"You bastard!"
Castroel stood up slowly without fear, bowed to the epic with a smile on his face, stood up straight again, but this time he turned to the unpredictable again, and said confidently:
"There's no way, our Saint Hesse is so beautiful, no man can refuse such beautiful feet!"
The meaning of provocation is even more obvious!
The adulterous affair between Director Mo and the future saint of Hesse, no, the romantic love is well known in the entire southern province. This pretentiousness is nothing more than pointing the finger at the unpredictable——
I licked your woman, what can you do?
This time, even the owner of this place, MacArthur Jason, couldn't stand it anymore. After all, he spent a lot of effort to form an alliance with Director Mo and Epic. He wanted to introduce his friends to the new allies to show friendship, but in the end he failed. Think self-defeating.
The richest man in the federation suddenly turned gloomy:
"Mr. Castrol, even if you are from the Mason family, are you too presumptuous to be here with me?!"
What Elder Heniu said is quite serious.
He and Shi Shi were both one of the five elders under the Wu Niu Priest. In the southern province, it was unimaginable for him to dare to openly harass the White Niu elders and offend the He Niu elders at the same time, at least in the eyes of Mu Zhi.
When Castroel heard that MacArthur had lost face, he looked away from the unpredictable body with a smile, and replied unhurriedly:
"Don't be offended! Mr. Jason, the future saint of Hesse is really too charming. She is the dream of every Hesse man..."
"And the future saint, I have indeed overstepped my bounds. Please believe that this is only out of my love for you."
"Hehehe..." He raised his head, his eyes seeming to be unpredictable again:
"I hope Director Mo doesn't mind. I just can't control myself when I see the saint."
"I believe Director Mo is not a narrow-minded person. Don't mind my admiration for your future wife..."
Unpredictable looked at him in silence and said nothing.
Epic also looked unpredictable, his eyes full of complexity.
However, Castrol didn't seem ready to give up to General Mo, and added angrily:
"After all, every Hesse man knows what the Hesse Saint does... Haha... Director Mo..."
Not only was he being harassed, but his words were even more humiliating to him. Shi Shi couldn't hold it in any longer:
"you!"
The talismans on the body of the future saint of Hesse suddenly rolled.
However, Unpredictable made the first move.
A roar with Fuyuan's coercion suddenly came out:
"Kneel down!"
Contract ability: Surrender!
If you can say something that matches the other party's psychological hint at this time, you can amplify this hint and make the other party perform the actions of the password.
However, this contract ability does not conform to any psychological hints of the other party at this time. After all, how can Castrol kneel down in front of the unpredictable provocation at this time?
Of course, the purpose of using this ability in unpredictable ways is not to intimidate the opponent, but... at the same time, under the effect of the "extended" gloves, the rune source spirit snake spurts out from the fingertips.
Just when Castroel was thinking about this incomprehensible command, before he could react, the Talisman Spirit Snake had already climbed up his body.
What’s unpredictable is this contract skill——
make dream!
For a moment, Castrol, who was slightly stunned, felt an illusion rolling in front of his eyes...
There was only a dim oil lamp inside the rusty iron fence.
Obviously, this is a prison...
Castroel immediately felt a chill. He pulled his body, only to find that his whole body was chained to a thick wooden stake.
There seemed to be puddles of dried blood on the ground, exuding a disgusting smell under the dim oil lamp.
"This is?"
Castroel struggled desperately for a moment, but could not break free from the chains.
asshole...
Got hit!
What kind of contract ability is this?
Several years suddenly flashed through the mind of the eldest son of the Mason family, and he almost subconsciously thought that his current situation must be some kind of contract ability.
Could it be...a dream?
The unpredictable ability is "Heart Nightmare"! The information clearly states that he has the ability to hypnotize?
Oops, controlled by hypnosis...
As soon as the idea came to his mind, he immediately forced himself to calm down. After all, he was an authentic orange-level contractor.
He understood that in the battle of the Contractors, panic would only make his situation worse and even lead to the loss of his life.
However, no matter how much he activated the symbol source, he could not use any contract ability.
He pulled hard on the iron chain, trying to break the wooden stake close to his body with his orange-level physical strength, but even after several efforts, it had no effect.
This wooden pile is as strong as gold and stone.
Staring at the occasional flickering light of the candlelight, Castro suddenly cursed:
"let me out?!"
"Unpredictable!"
"You bastard!"
"You dare to attack me? Attack me! I'm from the Mason family!"
The sound penetrated the rusty iron bars around it without any obstruction, and seemed to spread far away in the darkness...
No response...
It was as if where he was at this time was in another parallel time and space.
The silence gradually became terrifying...
Castro suddenly panicked.
I can't find a way to get out of here, and I don't know how this weird ability works, and I don't know if I will never be able to escape from this "dream".
Yes, he had begun to wonder if this place was a dream created by the unpredictable.
Although it has been determined for a long time that this must be an unpredictable ghost, as time goes by and in a lonely environment, the mentality will always undergo too many incomprehensible changes, and even fall into some inexplicable self-doubt. among.
Just like, he is 99% confident that this is indeed a dream created by the unpredictable. Only the 1% guess hidden in his heart is that this is some other ability of the unpredictable - for example, it is a space movement type. Contract items, or some way that he himself has not thought of, is what binds him here.
Although the possibility of that one percent is low, even though it is minuscule and almost impossible to happen, but...
Time is passing!
The feeling of loneliness will make Castroer gradually lose his mind and eventually fall into madness.
One day, two days...
The dim oil lamp was always on, and there was no trace of burning. The one percent impossibility in my heart was constantly amplified in the hidden heart——
What's happening here?
You won't really trap me here forever, right?
No way...I hope this is a dream created by the unpredictable, and not...not some other means.
If it really is some other weird contract ability, wouldn't it mean that... I will never be able to leave this place!
No!
don't want...
If it was a dream, I should have woken up, but... why haven't I woke up yet?
This is not a dream!
It's really an unpredictable method...
No! ! !
I'm going to be locked up here forever...
Castroel could hardly tell the passage of time.
In such a dim environment with no changes at all, it is almost impossible not to fall into madness and psychological collapse!
He almost subconsciously magnified the one percent possibility that he was most worried about in his heart. Likewise, as time went by, he didn't even notice that he was trying every means to prove this impossible "possibility"!
In an extremely single environment, Ironborn will always try to think in the worst direction, so that they want to prove that the worst possibility is correct, which is the pain they have to experience or endure. This is the dark side of psychology. ...
I don’t know how long it has been!
Anyway, Castroel didn’t know, he already felt like he was going crazy!
At this moment, to his surprise, an unpredictable figure appeared out of thin air right in front of his eyes.
Seeing the unpredictability, all the crazy psychological tendencies converged into hatred for the enemy. Castrol opened his mouth and cursed hysterically:
"Unpredictable!"
"You bastard!"
"Let me go!"
Unpredictable looked at him as usual, looking at him as if he were a fool, and shook his head slightly.
He didn't speak, but pointed a finger, and a table and a chair appeared in the cell surrounded by iron bars.
Unpredictably and slowly, he sat on the chair.
Just look at Castroel.
"let me out!!!"
Castroel's eyes were bloodshot, and he was twisting his body like a wild animal, frantically trying to gain freedom of movement of his voice.
Mo Zhi shook his head slightly again, indicating that the other party was doing useless work.
Then he explained lightly:
"Originally, I didn't want to show up at all, so I left you here like this..."
"Well, about a million years."
Hearing these words, a look of fear suddenly appeared on Castroel's face, and he did not dare to twist his body or speak out to refute.
Because this is what he is most worried about!
He didn't know how long he had been locked up here. It was probably... a few days, but even if it was only a few days, he already felt like he was going crazy, not to mention... what Director Mo Da said A million years?
It would be unimaginable loneliness and pain, and it would be better to die happily!
Yes, death is a mercy given by the Iron God compared to it!
Only then did Mo Zhi raise the corners of his lips and smiled unhurriedly:
"But, I still have something to ask you!"
"If you are left alone for too long, your psychology will really collapse, your will will completely dissipate, and you will become a madman... In that case, I won't get the answer I want."
This reminder made Castrol finally remember that this place... was indeed a dream created by the unpredictable!
Yes, Mo Zhi said it himself, which can confirm this.
This allowed Castroel to regain some sanity and his ability to think at the same time, which gave him the courage to resist again:
"You...don't even think about it!"
"Don't even think about it from me..."
Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.
Because the unpredictable person in front of him didn't listen to himself at all. Instead, he took out a cloth bag full of blood, unfolded it, and spread it on the table...
Inside the cloth bag was a shiny metal knife. The cold light was as sharp as a scalpel and shone brightly under the dim light.
"I ask, you answer..."
As if muttering to himself, Mu Zhi took out a small knife and stroked it gently as if feeling the sharpness of the blade:
"Of course, you can choose not to say it, that's your freedom."
"This doesn't affect my fun. You know, I've wanted to try this for a long time..."
"Well, let me tell you something. Haha, I once knew a very interesting punishment, which was to use a sharp knife to cut off a person's flesh and blood piece by piece..."
"This is a technical job, because it requires 3,600 cuts before the person can die...otherwise, it will be considered a failure."
"I am a person who doesn't like to fail. If I fail, hey... it will be very troublesome. I have to resurrect you again and do it all over again."
"You...you...don't even think about it." Castrol swallowed deeply, his tone no longer as strong as before.
Unpredictable didn't bother to pay attention to what he said, but pulled out a knife:
"First question, why are you hostile to me?"
"Well, it looks like you refuse to answer."
A beam of sword light flew up and pierced Castrol's thigh.
Pain~~~
It is real, it can be felt, it is not an illusion in a dream!
A cry of pain roared from his throat, and Castrol cursed in his heart:
You should give me time to answer...
However, Director Mo did not give him the time or opportunity to complain. He held the tail of the knife and gently slid it on Castroel's body.
A wound deep enough to show the bone suddenly appeared, and the tip of the knife made a harsh friction sound when it touched the bone.
pain! One can imagine.
Castroel roared like a beast from his throat, his whole body trembling and fighting the pain, but he was speechless for a moment.
Unpredictable was not idle, he was operating with great interest while muttering to himself:
"You can't do this?"
"No! This is just the beginning. Well, the first wound should be larger so that the cross section of the muscle can be seen and the entire muscle can be peeled off..."
"It turns out that this is surgery. Alas... it's quite difficult to do. I have to admire those surgeons who save lives and heal the wounded. It's really not easy for them and they can't make any mistakes."
"Hey hey hey~~~"
"I said, don't pass out from the pain. This is just the beginning. Well, this tendon is good. It seems that if it is removed, your leg should not be able to bend."
"I have to say that the human body is really complex, sophisticated, and interesting..."
"Ahhhhhhh~~~" One after another painful roars surged out of Castroel's throat.
At this time, his whole body was shaking violently, not knowing whether it was because of fear or pain.
"I...I said!"
It seemed that Castrol spent all his strength before he could clearly say the word "submit".
In the already blurry vision, Mu Zhi was shaking his head gently.
Castroel felt severe pain in his leg again, and at the same time, there were layers of unpredictable sounds:
"I refuse to stop!"
"That is the future saint of Hesse, you are so humiliating... If you humiliate me, a soft and honest person, I might just endure it. My motto in life is never to show off, let alone Likes to be slapped in the face.”
"There's nothing I can do about it. That's my personality. It's better to do less than to do more... But a guy like you, don't bully an honest person like me."
"You should not humiliate Ms. Sophia!"
"Whether she marries me in the future or not, in short, what I hate the most is that you Hesse men don't take women seriously...and you actually do something to my nominal woman."
"It's endless, isn't it? Do you know how much pressure I put on accepting Ms. Sophia's love? She is the future saint of Hesse. How can I, an honest person, be worthy of such a woman who is worshiped by your lord... .”
"Hey, if you openly humiliate her like this, aren't you just provoking me? This is true... This is equivalent to cuckolding me in front of me."
"I'm honest, but some honest people are angry. Even if I become a receiver, you shouldn't be used to accuse me or humiliate me!"
"Um...I seem to have said too much, it's your turn."
Castroel almost fainted from the pain.
After hearing that Mu Zhi finally stopped chattering, he managed to concentrate and used all his strength to hold back a sentence:
"I...you...Gendry, are...from my family."
"It should have been... killed by you!"
"revenge!"
