The Heartless Mage Chapter 250: Torture (1)

Ding Sihan squatted in front of Wuxin and gently rubbed his calf with a small silver long-handled knife. The unintentional skin showed a dry waxy white color, as if it was about to dehydrate and air dry on its own. The back of the knife rubbed against his skin, and it felt like the skin already resembled leather.

Pokes the kneecap with clear joints with the tip of the knife, Ding Sihan raised his head and glanced up at Wuxin, the right hand holding the knife immediately slammed hard, causing the blade to cut the skin of the calf diagonally. Sure enough, the bony legs trembled together, bringing out the sonorous sound of a string of ankle chains. Unmoved, he continued to cut down. It was difficult and stagnant, like cutting a tough bark. With great effort in his right hand, he only cut a thin slice with a small knife.

A small piece of flesh came into his hand, translucent with an arc. The wound on Wuxin's calf only showed a faint pink color, and not even a single blood bead could seep out.

Ding Sihan pinched the piece of flesh and stood up and looked at it repeatedly under the light of the fluorescent lamp. Seeing his "scoff" smile at the end, he turned to Wuxin and asked, "How do you feel?"

Wuxin leaned back on the cross and closed his eyes tightly without saying a word. Ding Sihan didn't wait for the answer, so he threw the knife into the big aluminum box on the ground, then reached out and squeezed Wuxin's chin, stuffing the flesh in his hand into his mouth.

Wu Xin was holding his own flesh, first he didn't move, then he slowly moved his teeth and began to chew, and he swallowed himself expressionlessly.

During this period, Ding Sihan stared at him silently, his gray hair messily hanging on his forehead, covering his eyes.

Ding Sihan really wanted to eat Wuxin.

He thinks that he has long been otherworldly and is no longer a human being, so he always thinks that eating a living person is no big deal. The vicious old sayings like "eat their flesh and sleep their skin" are completely possible for him. He couldn't think of any punishment that would be cruel enough for immortality. Of course, if the murder is not successful, he can be punished. The problem is that Wuxin's heart seems to be empty now, and there is no "number one in the world" who can let him kill and punish.

Ding Sihan was helpless. For Wuxin, whether it is "she" a hundred years ago, or "he" at this moment, there is often nothing that can be done.

Carrying his big aluminum box out of the basement, he stood at the door of the villa, looking at the mountains in the distance. The freezing rain has been lingering for a long time, and the dark green grass and trees are all covered with water droplets and ice beads. As if chilling, he put his hands into the pockets of the cotton coat, and he lifted the hat behind the cotton coat and put it on. There was a ring of faux fur on the brim of the hat, mixed in black and white, like his hair. A bodyguard is holding a military shovel and is concentrating on clearing the ice on the ground in front of the door. Ice is semi-melted, more like firm water, sticky, and very slippery. The bodyguard is a swarthy little man, and his movements are very neat. Ding Sihan looked at the family business and people left by the previous owner of his body, and couldn't help but feel a sense of complacency.

As a shadow of Ding Sihan for decades, he has been only a bystander. A bystander has the advantages of being a bystander. For example, if he has the opportunity, he can take office immediately and replace the real Ding Sihan without any flaws.

Turning around and walking back to the living room, he asked the bodyguard to get some hot sugar water and feed it to Wuxin.

A tall and tall bodyguard filled a large Coke bottle full of sugar water and went into the basement to feed Wuxin. After following Mr. Ding for many years, the bodyguard has also cultivated a ghostly look that is neither yin nor yang. Holding a Coke bottle in front of Wuxin, the bodyguard looked at Wuxin like a very hungry baby, without opening his eyes, he just grabbed the mouth of the bottle with intuition and instinct. And because he didn't need to breathe, he just drank. The sugar water is less and less, and the bottom of the bottle is lifted higher and higher. Wuxin chased the mouth of the bottle and tilted his head downward. He drank the bottle of sugar water, and he still refused to let go.

The bodyguard forcibly pulled the mouth of the bottle out of his mouth. The plastic bottle mouth was deformed, with two clear teeth marks on the top and bottom. Looking down at Wuxin's body, he saw Wuxin's slightly raised round belly.

Wuxin's lips were moistened with sugar water, and a layer of blood was faintly revealed: "I still want."

The bodyguard said nothing, took the deformed Coke bottle and went upstairs to meet Ding Sihan: "Sir, he said he still wants it."

Ding Sihan nodded: "Give it to him, give as much as you want."

The bodyguards refused to easily loosen the shackles of Wuxin's hands and feet, so they made a batter with only flour, filling him again and again like a duck. And when he was drinking and drinking unintentionally, Shi Gaofei had already arrived in Kunming like a sleepwalker. Sitting in a small restaurant, he ate piping hot bean curd rice noodles while looking at a map of Yunnan Province. When he ate all the rice noodles, he got up and set off for the long-distance bus station. The small pink schoolbag was so dirty that it lost its original appearance, and the pattern of the beautiful sheep and sheep that was printed on it also fell off into a flower-faced sheep monster. He raised his hand and pressed the thick fleece baseball cap on top of his head. The baseball cap was bought for himself on the road. There were two triangular cat ears on the left and right sides. One of the ears had a thread on the edge, revealing a strand of white space cotton. The wind meal sleeper ran outside for more than a month, he tanned, and the prototype of a moustache grew on his upper lip. Watching the pedestrians coming and going in front of him with vigilance and hatred, he is always ready to fight to the death with the evil earthlings.

However, when the people of the earth saw his unusual image, they all walked around him. Even the aunts who were recruiting hotel business outside the station and the thieves who were waiting for the opportunity to steal did not dare to provoke him. Holding a few pieces of buckwheat cakes that had just come out of the pot, he got into a long-distance bus and ate all the way with bean paste all over his hands and face. The car was almost full of passengers, except for a seat beside him. The conductor shouted so loudly that no one dared to sit side by side with him.

After several tossing and turning, under the guidance of the Bone God, he arrived at Zhaotong City at the junction of Yunnan and Guizhou.

Bone God is so busy that he feels like he doesn't look like a ghost. His memory is good, but he never argues between east, west, north and south. He lost his head in a hurry, sometimes after a long talk with S Gaofi, he realized that he was invisible, and S Gaofi couldn't hear his nonsense at all; sometimes he hurriedly floated on the road, and suddenly screamed in horror from oncoming pedestrians. When he passed out, it turned out that he forgot that he had just appeared, and he floated far and wide on the road with a radiant light.

After leading Shi Gaofei out of downtown Zhaotong, he hangs under a cold, wet old tree and gets lost again.

Shi Gaofei stood on a hill with a hot water bottle, squinting at the green mountains in the distance. The Bone God glanced at him from a distance, and found that his eyes and expression were very vicissitudes.

Behind Shi Gaofei, there is a small village. The residents of the village are mainly Han people, and the remaining ethnic minorities have long been sinicized. The Bone God hoped that Shi Gaofei would go back to the village to settle down first, and then continue on the road until the future direction is clear. However, Shi Gaofei walked forward stubbornly holding a large water bag that was half hot and not cold.

Bone God had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow him. But before they got off the hill, a woman's head suddenly hung from the branches and leaves of the trees by the roadside: "Huh? Mickey? Are you really here?"

The Bone God paused in mid-air. Because he had never looked down on Marilyn, he did not respond very seriously.

Marilyn will never know sorrow, whether she lives or dies. The bone **** ignores her and ignores her, which does not affect her personal enthusiasm. She happily moved to the bone god, she smiled happily: "Mickey, are you here to find the monster? Don't rush to leave, the monster asked me to give you a word."

The Bone God looked at her suspiciously, always feeling that she was not a serious ghost.

While Marilyn was talking to the Bone God, Ding Sihan brought his big aluminum box and appeared in front of Wuxin again.

After drinking countless soups and water, the unintentional skin gradually regained its fullness and fullness, and the hair that was torn off by the thick tape began to grow back. Ding Sihan thought that he had waited long enough, and it would be too kind if he continued to feed Wuxin.

Open the aluminum box and place it on the concrete floor. Inside the box are sharp knives. In the past, Ding Sihan only harmed people, not eating people; so now he has no choice but to break the fast. Of course, eating is not the purpose, he is not a greedy person, it is the purpose to make Wu feel pained and afraid.

Sure enough, Wuxin was really scared.