The City’s Invincible Soldier King Chapter 137: Satan comes, the dead cry
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Long Lin used his **** close together to poke Zhu Manhao's seventh young wife a few times before turning on the wall lamp.
The dazzling light awakened Zhu Manhao.
Looking at the dragon scales that crossed his face with a hideous knife scar, which appeared to be particularly infiltrated under the dim light, Zhu Hao-hao suddenly sat up and asked in horror, "Who?"
"Satan." Dragon Scale replied coldly.
Zhu Wanhao shook his young wife in horror, trying to find a little courage.
"Don't waste your effort, even if you stabbed her with a knife, she won't wake up." Dragon Scale took out a sharp scalpel from his pocket and said with a sneer, "Satan comes, the dead cry , Zhu Manhao, Lao Tzu promises, you will cry and beg Lao Tzu to kill you."
"Lao Tzu is also very responsible to tell you that in Lao Tzu's hands, death will be a luxury."
"You..." Zhu Wanhao shrank his fat body vigorously and asked in horror, "What do you want to do?"
"Now telling you the answer, it's really boring." Dragon Scale said in a hoarse voice, as cold as a knife, "When you cry and beg Lao Tzu to kill you, Lao Tzu will tell you. Answer."
"You..."
Long Lin didn't bother to talk nonsense any more. With a flash of figure, he rushed to Zhu Manhao's side, and used his **** together to poke Zhu Manhao's body several times.
The five acupuncture points, Xuanji, Tanzhong, Qihai, Guanyuan, and Shenque, were completely blocked, cutting off Zhu Manhao's essence movement route and instantly turning him into a severe myasthenia gravis patient.
I'm absolutely awake, I feel everything is normal, but my muscles all over my body can't use any strength.
I can't make any sound even if I want to shout;
If you want to move, it is very difficult to bend your fingers;
If you want to beg for mercy, you can only express your heart with the look in your eyes.
Long Lin directly ignored Zhu Manhao's eyes, grabbed his neck, lifted him out of the bedroom, and strode into the living room.
"Slap."
Zhu Manhao was thrown on the ground by the dragon scales and smashed a mouth to chew on the floor.
The knees, lips, chest and abdomen were clearly painful, which made Zhu Manhao utter a painful scream, but Zhu Manhao, who could not use any strength at all, only squeezed it out of his throat. A faint whine sound.
The dragon scales slowly bent down and squatted next to Zhu Manhao, with a cold smile on his face.
The smile of the devil!
Under Zhu Manhao's horrified gaze, Dragon Scale stretched out his middle index finger, which was close together, and poked him a few more times.
It doesn't hurt or itchy, but it makes Zhu Wanhao feel a bone-chilling chill.
Long Lin mentioned Zhu Manhao again and asked him to sit on the sofa in a more comfortable shape, so that he could clearly see the process of punishment.
"You are the first ordinary person to enjoy the taste of the coming of Satan." Longlin picked up Zhu Manhao's fat right arm, which could not help any strength, smiled and said, "This is your honor."
A pleasure?
If you can scold someone, Zhu Manhao feels that he will scold the ancestors of Longlin for hundreds of generations.
Long Lin directly ignored Zhu Manhao who was full of horror, strode into the bathroom, took out a plastic basin, and placed it on the sofa.
"Woo..."
Zhu Manhao tried hard to ask for mercy, but he could barely squeeze out some whine. He desperately wanted to move his body, but he couldn't use any strength.
"Enjoy, haha."
In Binghan's sneer, Dragon Scale grabbed Zhu Manhao's right arm abruptly, and used a sharp scalpel to cut a 20-centimeter-long cut in his arm.
The blood spilled out and flowed down the arm into the plastic basin, without a drop on the sofa.
The fear and intense pain in my heart made Zhu Manhao howl desperately, but the only sound he could make was a low "whoop" full of fear.
Zhu Manhao desperately wanted to stay away from this devil, but his body couldn't move a bit.
Dragon Scale used a sharp scalpel to make two neat incisions on both ends of the wound. Then, he put down the scalpel and hooked the skin of the wound with his fingers.
The skin of the wound cut on three sides was torn apart by dragon scales, like a dog skin plaster applied to the human body.
What is peeling?
Zhu Wanhao finally saw it with his own eyes.
The heart-piercing pain suddenly hit, causing Zhu Manhao to collapse directly.
And what is more disintegrating than pain is the psychological impact of the **** torture process.
Peeling is just the beginning.
Under Zhu Manhao’s collapsing gaze, Dragon Scale took the scalpel again and slammed it into his arm until the end of the blade, and then, like a carpenter drawing a line, made a mark on Zhu Manhao’s arm. A straight wound.
"Woo..."
Zhu Wanhao screamed hysterically, struggling as hard as he could. However, everything was in vain, except for a slight "Woo" sound, it had no effect.
The straight incision extended from one end of the peeled wound to the other end. Then, the dragon scales pulled out the scalpel and poke it deeply less than half a centimeter away from the incision.
Another straight wound appeared in the wound where the skin was peeled off.
Zhu Manhao collapsed completely, closed his eyes and went straight into a coma.
In front of the dragon scale, even coma is a luxury.
After saving Zhu Manhao with a silver needle, Dragon Scale inserted the scalpel deeply into the wound where the skin was peeled off, slowly but straightly from one end of the wound to the other.
With just one cut, Zhu Manhao fainted again.
Then, he was awakened by the dragon scale.
After waking up, Dragon Scale inserted the scalpel into the wound again.
Zhu Manhao fell into a coma again and was rescued again.
Every time there is an alternation between coma and awakening, there will be an extra straight wound on the wound without skin covering.
There is a distance of half a centimeter between the wound and the wound, just like a bisecting line drawn by the designer.
Twenty times in the alternation of coma and awakeness, the muscles on the wound turned into twenty uniform, thin pieces of meat.
The dragon scale finally put down the scalpel, hooked one end of the shredded pork with his fingers, and slightly force, the shredded pork was torn off by the dragon scales, and then the dragon scales pulled the shredded pork and slowly tore it.
Looking at the shredded meat that was torn from the bones and stretched out a little bit, Zhu Manhao closed his eyes again and went straight into a coma.
Zhu Manhao was awakened again, and then he saw the dragon scales ripping off the muscles from the bones.
This was repeated. After twenty coma and waking up, twenty thin pieces of meat hung on the other end of the wound like blood-red ribbons.
What are cramps?
This is raw meat.
The skin and muscles were cut open, revealing bones stained with blood.
The dragon scale picked up the scalpel again and scraped **** the blood-stained bone.
The last process of the first stage of Satan's arrival.
Eviscerate.
This process is not so scary, but it is the most painful process in the whole process.
The periosteum is thin but full of nerves.
In just three seconds, Zhu Manhao fainted in pain.
But a minute later, Zhu Manhao opened his vacant eyes again, and Dragon Scale picked up the scalpel again.
Stopped in a coma for three seconds and woke up in one minute.
This was repeated twenty-six times, and the deboning process finally ended.
After completing the first set of procedures, Dragon Scale transformed into a top repairman.
He first laid the entire periosteal removed and laid it on the blood-stained bones. Then, he used a sharp dagger to cut open the palm of his left hand and dripped seven or eight milliliters of blood on the periosteal.
The magical blood allows the periosteum to recover quickly at an amazing speed.
Then, the dragon scales will be torn down, and the pieces of meat hanging on the other end of the wound will be put back into place one by one. The whole process is dexterous and meticulous.
After all the pieces of meat returned to their place, the dragon scale cut open the palm again, dyed the muscles that had lost their blood red with his blood, and evenly spread the skin that had been torn apart with his blood.
Finally, the dragon scales perfectly applied the skin that was connected to the limbs at one end to the wound.
After finishing this, Dragon Scale went into the bathroom again and took out a towel soaked in warm water.
More than three minutes later, Dragon Scale gently and carefully wiped the blood from Zhu Manhao's arm with a wet towel, allowing him to clearly see the wound on his arm.
The wound no longer bleeds, and the incision is still recovering quickly at a speed that the naked eye can see.
This...
Zhu Manhao was deeply stunned.
Five minutes later, the three incisions turned into three thin red lines, except that they were brighter than the surrounding skin, and there were no traces of scalpel cut.
Long Lin carried the plastic basin into the bathroom, poured the blood into the sink, rushed into the sewer, cleaned the plastic basin, and returned to the living room, sitting opposite Zhu Hao Wan.
"Next, I will give you a detailed introduction to the entire game process of Satan's coming."
"First of all, I have to make a statement." Long Lin looked at Zhu Manhao with a frightened face and said with a smile, "I don't like the name Satan. The reason why I have this name is because I tried this way. Many foreign "friends", as you know, there is only Satan in the West and no Hades."
"All the people who have been tortured call me Satan respectfully, and this game is called Satan Coming." The dragon scales gently wiped the blood from the scalpel with a wet towel and said with a smile, "Actually Well, the flow of this game is set according to the legend of the eighteenth-tier hells in China, so, to be precise, it should be the descending of Yama."
"Uncultured, it's terrible." Long Lin shook his head and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Those Western idiots, even Yan Luo and Satan can't distinguish, deserve to be chopped up and fed to dogs."
The muttering of the dragon scales made Zhu Manhao feel uncontrollable for a burst of bone cold.
"But because of the limited conditions, I will not allow you to enjoy the magical journey of the entire eighteen-layer hell. I only prepare you the sword mountain hell, the oil pot hell, the volcanic **** and the knife-saw hell. Please understand."
Sorry for the poor reception.
The strange teasing of the dragon scales made Zhu Wanhao shudder.
If he has the strength to bite his tongue and kill himself, Zhu Manhao would rather die quickly.
"Because I forgot to bring so many knives, Daoshan can only mean something like this, sorry." Long Lin smiled and stood up and strode out of the living room.
Not long after, Longlin brought an induction cooker and a wok from the kitchen on the first floor, as well as a large bucket of cooking oil.
Long Lin poured half a pot of cooking oil into the electric frying pan under Zhu Manhao's cold gaze, plugged in the power source, and turned on the induction cooker.
"Sorry, your pot is too small, so you can't really experience the magical experience of going to the oil pot, please forgive me." A touch of coldness appeared on Dragon Scale's face quietly. A smile like a knife, "As compensation, I can give you a chance to choose freely."
"A, right hand down the frying pan first, B, left hand down first, C, right foot, D, left foot."
Long scale turned his head and glanced at the hot oil that had been tumbling slightly, and said with a smile, "Of course, if you like to use your feet or hands at the same time, I can be satisfied with you, although your pot is small. Point, but put both hands or feet at the same time, it shouldn’t be a big problem."
"The oil is about to boil. You can decide quickly."
Long Lin turned his head and looked at the more obvious hot oil rolling, leaving Zhu Manhao a profile with a cold smile.
Satan, no, Yama.
This madman, alive and well, is a Yama who ran out of eighteen layers of hell.
Before being sentenced, Zhu Manhao has completely collapsed.