Ho ho ho ho ho...
Old Tang's hoarse laughter echoed in the room, full of ridicule and disdain.
His right arm was fixed to the armrest of the seat, and all five fingers on his right hand had been cut off. Scarlet blood flowed along the armrest and gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.
His neck was fixed and unable to move, and a huge halogen lamp was pointed directly at his face, projecting a strong and blazing light.
However.
Even so, Old Tang's face still showed no pain at all.
He just sneered disdainfully without saying a word.
For the executioners of Yakuza, finger-cutting was just an appetizer, far from showing true craftsmanship. However, Li Liang stopped.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Li Liang," Mizuno leaned forward on the sofa, "I can ask him to speed up the process."
K was nestled on the sofa, lazily drinking a bottle of beer: "Sonoya, your man knows these three-year-old children's things? Look, he smiles so happily. If you don't know, you think someone is giving him a SPA. .”
A fleeting look of sullenness flashed across Mizuno's face.
Li Liang stood up, walked to the one-way mirror, and said calmly: "No need, Old Tang has the backbone and is not afraid of pain."
In his eyes, a slender silk thread made of spirits was stretching out from Old Tang's chest, floating in the air, and flowing in from the top of his head again.
Li Liang had just seen this process not long ago.
Obviously, Old Tang is controlling his body as a Horcrux.
K was purely mocking Mizuno. The executioner was actually quite cruel. Old Tang's fingers were not cut off at once, but were cut off little by little with a knife by the man like sharpening a pencil. However, the pain was not actually transmitted at all. into Old Tang’s brain.
Horcruxes are containers and media, unconscious.
Therefore, continuing to make the scene more bloody has no real effect.
Old Tang is indeed not afraid of pain.
It was hard for Li Liang to imagine that a low-level psychic like Old Tang could use spirits so skillfully, and could actually use Taoism as the basis to control Horcruxes and simulate magic.
In comparison, although the river toads Kem and the Eredar were powerful, they seemed a bit clumsy.
At this time.
Old Tang seemed to feel something. He turned his head with difficulty, glanced at the wall with the corner of his eye, and grinned: "Li Liang, I know it's you."
Under the dazzling light, Old Tang's smile was distorted, and the eyes turned to the corner of his eyes were full of violence: "This is all you have? Ho ho ho ho..."
Li Liang turned around, walked out of the room slowly, and opened the door of the next room.
After waving Mizuno's people out, he pulled up a chair, pushed away the halogen lamp, and sat across from Old Tang.
In the bright room, filled with blood, two familiar and unfamiliar people looked at each other.
moment.
Perhaps because they had known each other for many years, Old Tang became calmer and said slowly: "It's really you. I just said that I hid it so well. How could a bun seller get his turn to be entertained by the executioner of Yakuza himself? Hey, Li Liang , don’t bother, just have fun.”
"No need to discuss?" Li Liang smiled.
"No," Old Tang smiled, "just like my buns, they are never on sale."
"Let's make a bet," Li Liang leaned on the chair, "just like that morning three years ago, we bet on a leek bun."
"How to bet?"
"Bet I can make you beg for mercy within three seconds."
Old Tang sneered: "Li Liang, Li Liang..." His smile gradually faded and his face became expressionless, "Even if you join Yakuza, you are just a poor guy who can't afford leek buns. You have nothing but It depends on luck.”
"Bet or not?" Li Liang still smiled.
Old Tang leaned forward, but was forced to raise his face by the iron chain that imprisoned his neck. He stared at Li Liang with a downward gaze, grinned and said, "Try it."
Li Liang stood up, closed his eyes, and said softly: "One."
next moment.
Old Tang's eyes suddenly widened.
The spiritual thread that originally floated out of his heart docilely turned into a venomous snake that devoured the Lord. It raised one end and stabbed into his Tianling Cap. Starting from the head, it kept drilling downwards, penetrating the vortex of his heart. Until it pierces the spiritual mass in the lower abdomen.
At this moment, the spiritual threads are like evil insects burrowing under the skin, running rampant and rapidly destroying the order of spiritual movement. As the scattered spirits merge into the spiritual threads, a chain reaction is formed, and the destruction becomes more and more intense.
In the next room, K and Mizuno stood up at the same time, looking at the scene in front of them in shock.
Li Liang just closed his eyes and counted.
Old Tang, who even had five broken fingers without even frowning, was like a shrimp thrown into a frying pan. He struggled violently, the chains that bound him rattled, and even the screws that fixed the seat made a tooth-breaking squeak.
"two."
Following Li Liang's words, Old Tang suddenly arched his body, and the iron rope around his neck almost cut into his neck.
Because at this moment, the spirit in his lower abdomen was retreating upwards.
Different from the exhaustion of the spirit, this kind of collapse is a complete erasure. If the spirit hovering in the lower abdomen is regarded as a fixed route, it is equivalent to Li Liang completely blocking this road at this moment.
And, this is just the beginning.
The scattered spirit has retreated to the heart, but it still has not stopped. It is still retreating upwards and is about to retreat into the mind.
Once it retreats into the mind, it means that "cupping the top" is being reversed.
It means that Old Tang is degenerating from a psychic to a mediocre mortal.
At this moment, Old Tang shouted heartbreakingly: "Stop! Stop -"
"three."
The spirit completely retreated into the mind.
Old Tang could no longer restrain the spirits, and could only feel the spirits scattering around him.
"I beg for mercy, I beg you, please -"
With a scream, Old Tang's eyes were about to burst.
After so many years of enduring humiliation and suffering, so many years of suffering from necromantic magic, living people are no longer human, ghosts are not ghosts, the spirit accumulated bit by bit over the years is like a cloud of smoke in front of my eyes.
Everything he believed in, the support he thought he had above all living beings, the transcendent power brought by magic and Taoism, all came to nothing.
Falling from the transcendent, this kind of despair exceeds all the pain in the world.
Li Liang opened his eyes and looked at the ashen old Tang in front of him.
The psychic who was so arrogant three seconds ago now has no focus in his eyes and is staring blankly into space.
Li Liang gently pinned the bow-tie Horcrux to Old Tang's lapel.
However.
To Old Tang at this moment, it was just a... metal bow.
Old Tang slowly lowered his head, looked at the Horcrux close at hand, smiled, and then burst into tears.
Next door, K and Mizuno looked at each other, seeing genuine confusion in each other's eyes.
How did Li Liang do it?
At this time.
Li Liang leaned forward, as if comforting a child, patted Old Tang's head gently, and said in a low voice: "Lost people, God's will is done on earth as it is in heaven."
Old Tang raised his head and felt a cluster of spirits floating from Li Liang's hands into his mind.
Li Liang's voice rang in his ears, and seemed to ring directly in his heart: "Chaos."
This voice, the overlap of male and female, carries boundless divinity.
