nashuaworldcup Chapter 71 Chapter 71
Chapter 71 Chapter 71
The next day, Chu Wumai was sent back with scars.
"Everyone." Zhu Jianqing stood on the steps, looking down at everyone, "This seat is the messenger of Wuyin Mountain, just now Chu Wumai made a wish to this seat, asking this seat to let him go, so he is back now. This seat needs to take another person away, who of you wants to come with me?"
All the disciples shivered and huddled together, fearing that they would be dragged out to be tortured.
Zhu Jianqing looked at the silent crowd, and said dissatisfiedly: "If no one says anything, I can choose myself..."
The powerful crowd couldn't breathe, and a disciple broke down and said: "Rong Yan! You go and choose Rong Yan! He is our second senior brother! You should choose him!"
"Huh?" Zhu Jianqing tilted his head, looked at Rong Yan who was sitting in the corner, and suddenly laughed.
"Okay, then you, come with me."
Zhu Jianqing gently took Rong Yan's hand and brought him to the execution hall.
There are many bones under the mottled and dilapidated torture frame.
Rong Yan couldn't help taking a step back.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhu Jianqing's mouth, he snapped his fingers to call out the puppet, and forcibly tied Rong Yan to the rack.
The icy shackles bound Rong Yan's hands and feet, preventing him from moving.
Zhu Jianqing picked up a barbed whip and touched Rong Yan's cheek with a smile.
"You are beautiful, Rong Yan." He said, with a bit of pity in his tone, "Are you afraid of pain?"
Rong Yan hesitated to speak, finally closed his eyes, and clenched his back molars.
When the first whip came down, Rong Yan couldn't hold back and let out a muffled groan.
It hurt so much, like a whip with barbs scraping off a large piece of flesh.
Rong Yan broke out in cold sweat from the pain, but he did not cry out.
He is still afraid of pain.
81 After being whipped, Rong Yan was completely bruised and hanged on the torture rack like a blood gourd. He was close to coma.
"Rong Yan, wake up, it's over." Zhu Jianqing patted his cheek, "Look, I did it well and didn't hurt your face."
Rong Yan lifted his head weakly and glanced at him.
Zhu Jianqing seemed to be gentle again, and turned into a naughty kid who liked to play around. He sat under the torture frame and asked obediently: "Do you have any wishes? Since you are so good-looking, I can help you achieve it."
"I think……"
Rong Yan's voice was too low, Zhu Jianqing didn't hear clearly, he stood up and moved to Rong Yan's mouth: "What are you thinking?"
"I want to live." Rong Yan said angrily.
Zhu Jianqing pursed his lips regretfully: "That can't be done. If you are alive, I can't revive my father and sister. You can change to another one."
Rong Yan shook his head, hung his head, and passed out.
After being whipped the next day, he was scalded with a red-hot iron.
Rong Yan still didn't cry out, but tears fell uncontrollably.
He was crying submissively, his nose moved slightly, if not for the tears falling, Zhu Jianqing would not have noticed that he was crying at all.
After careful calculation, this was probably the second time his mother cried after her death.
"Okay, okay, don't cry..." Zhu Jianqing comforted softly, "This is the second day, there are still eight days left, and your suffering will be over..."
Rong Yan still didn't speak.
More and more instruments of torture were imposed on Rong Yan. On the fifth day, Rong Yan could no longer bend his fingers.
Ten silver needles stuck to his nails and pierced deeply into his ten fingers, and the ten fingers connected to his heart, causing a piercing pain at every turn.
The rough jade epiphyllum on his wrist attracted Zhu Jianqing's attention.
These days, Zhu Jianqing tried his best to get him to say a few words, but all failed, which made him feel very frustrated.
Zhu Jianqing reached out and picked off the jade epiphyllum, and asked curiously: "What is this, it's ugly, can I throw it away?"
"……give me back."
After a long time, Rong Yan said hoarsely: "This... he gave it to me, give it back to me..."
"Who is 'he'?" Zhu Jianqing was even more curious, "Your father? Mother? Brothers and sisters? Or a friend?"
"Yes..." Rong Yan paused, remembering Shen Tianmian's appearance, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's a very cute kid..."
Zhu Jianqing nodded: "Okay, I'll give it back to you, you must keep it safe!"
He thoughtfully stuffed the jade epiphyllum into Rong Yan's torn and blood-stained obscene clothes, and pressed it tightly against his chest.
Rong Yan was slightly relieved.
He naturally knew that his time was approaching, but he still wanted to keep his promise with Shi Shilang and keep this piece of jade epiphyllum next to him.
Maybe one day in the future, Shi Shilang will be able to collect his body for him when he sees his body.
Rong Yan thought happily in bitterness.
For Rong Yan, the time became extremely long.
On the sixth day, Rong Yan had no way to stay awake for a long time, only the severe pain allowed him to open his eyes briefly.
"Rong Yan, are you awake?"
Zhu Jianqing put down the soldering iron in his hand, looked at the scorched wound on Rong Yan's abdomen, and nodded contentedly: "Wake up! Your tongue will be cut off soon. If you don't speak again, it will be too late!"
Rong Yan opened his eyes, the blood-soaked eye sockets were red, swollen and inflamed, making it hard for him to see clearly.
After a while, Rong Yan pursed his lips and said softly: "I have a question to ask you."
"You said."
"...Did I do something wrong to be treated like this?"
Zhu Jianqing was speechless. After a long time, he sneered and said, "No. It's just that Rong Yan's fate is bad. It has nothing to do with anything else. Your fate should be like this."
Rong Yan closed his eyes again.
"Yes. I see."
Rong Yan lost his voice.
On the eighth day, Zhu Jianqing used a knife to goug out his eyes.
Rong Yan clearly heard Zhu Jianqing sigh: "Rong Yan, as expected of you, this pair of eyeballs look so much better than others when they are dug out."
Rong Yan couldn't feel the pain anymore, and he didn't know if it was because he lost too much blood, or because his body was used to the pain.
He suddenly felt nostalgic.
I want to go back to Yunshan, meet Eleven Lang, Mr. Wudao, and those lovely children.
But he couldn't see anything.
Zhu Jianqing suddenly asked: "Rong Yan, do you want to experience the life of a blind man?"
After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Rong Yan agreed or disagreed, he untied the shackles and let him go.
Rong Yan fell powerlessly into his arms, and brushed his waistband with his right hand inadvertently.
Zhu Jianqing had a great time by himself.
He walked around the entire palace with Rong Yan, and took Rong Yan's hand to touch around, letting him feel the appearance of the hall, and even grabbed a handful of snow and sent it to Rong Yan's hand on a whim.
After the end, he didn't lock Rong Yan up again, but threw him in the corner at will.
Rong Yan heard his footsteps gradually leaving, stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and walked towards the prison step by step according to memory.
There was a row of bloody footprints along the wall.
There was no candlelight in the prison, Rong Yan fumbled and opened the door.
The Guiyun sect disciples who had been trapped for several days panicked after smelling the smell of blood, but they didn't expect that someone would break the chains and want to let them go.
"Second Senior Brother..." A disciple asked with a sob, "Is that you? Second Senior Brother?"
Rong Yan shook his head, turned around and left slowly.
The disciples of the Guiyun sect did not suspect him, and quickly fled this ghostly place.
Rong Yan exhausted all his strength, fell to the ground slumped, and passed out.
After an unknown amount of time, I was woken up again by a basin of cold water.
"Rong Yan, I really underestimated you." Zhu Jianqing looked at the empty prison, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "You have become like this, and you can still let them go. It's amazing."
Rong Yan didn't move, as if he was dead.
Zhu Jianqing kicked him angrily: "Don't pretend to be dead! Come here, hang him up for me!"
Rong Yan heard the puppet's footsteps, and then felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blade.
The hooks on the chain pierced his lutes and hung him alive.
"Rong Yan, you let my toy go, tell me, what should I do with you?"
Rong Yan opened his eyes like black holes, but did not answer.
He couldn't speak.
Zhu Jianqing was still talking to himself.
"Rong Yan, you shouldn't be against me, you know, if I didn't want to resurrect Father and Sister, we should be friends, very good friends."
"Don't blame me, or be afraid of me, one day you will become like me."
"We are supposed to be so cold-blooded and ruthless by nature. Why do you restrain your nature? When I catch them back, you pick up the knife and kill them all, and I'll let you go, okay?"
"Just like me, okay?"
not good.Rong Yan affirmed in his heart.That's wrong.
Zhu Jianqing lost his patience and stopped doing it himself, but ordered his puppets to peel off Rong Yan's face.
Rong Yan was dying, and it seemed that he would die at any moment.
"Put him down, it's useless, wait until I come back and kill him." Zhu Jianqing said to the puppet, "You guys, go out with me and chase those people back to me!"
Rong Yan didn't see the sun, and he didn't know how long it had passed. Hearing this, he could only use all his strength to grab Zhu Jianqing's right foot.
As if returning to the light, the force of this pull was so great that Zhu Jianqing couldn't break free.
"Bastard! Let go!" Zhu Jianqing raised his left foot and firmly stepped on Rong Yan's chest.
The piece of jade epiphyllum that was placed on the chest burst into flesh and blood, and got stuck in the ribs on Rong Yan's chest.
Rong Yan's body convulsed slightly, his breath gradually weakened, and finally he stopped breathing.
"Tsk." Zhu Jianqing looked at his corpse with disgust, and said to the puppet, "Throw him to the back mountain for me! Don't let me see him again!"
The puppet obeyed the order, and then followed him to chase the fleeing Guiyun sect disciple.
The heavy snow soon buried Rong Yan's body.
Zhu Jianqing didn't catch up with anyone, and wanted to go back to Wuyin Mountain angrily, but found that there was an enchantment barrier erected in the mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open it.
He took the puppet around the foot of the mountain a few times, and finally left angrily.
The heavy snow gradually stopped.
The cold wind howled and blew off a layer of floating snow, revealing a hand covered in blood.
After a long time, the index finger moved slightly.
The bloody man shook off his red dust and white snow, and sat up slowly in the wind.
The author has something to say:
To be honest, when I wrote this, my whole mentality had collapsed, about a month ago.
This article, when I have time, I will overhaul it... I don’t have confidence in myself. If someone reads it, I will continue to update it. If no one reads it, I will finish it.
Buddha.
看情况再说吧。感谢在2020-09-0914:37:45~2020-09-1609:55:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: there should be 15 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!