deadly mantra

Chapter 755 Different Shui Qingchen

It was late at night and the water was still lapping at the boat parked in the middle of the lake.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are several strings hanging outside the boat, and five people are tied to the end hanging into the water.Everyone has heavy iron knots tied to their bodies. No matter how good their water skills are, they can't swim out of the water no matter how hard they struggle.

The other end of the string was held in someone's hand.

They counted the time and pulled the five people out of the water.

They were only given time to take a breath and then let go.

The cold lake water drowned the frightened screams again and again.

The second floor of the painting boat.

The atmosphere was dull and oppressive, making people breathless.

Thin beads of cold sweat dripped down the ghost slave's forehead.His fist hanging by his side couldn't stop trembling, and he turned his head to look behind the bead curtain.

The two men tied with ropes were pushed to the ground.

One stick, two sticks, three sticks...

Their broken legs were twisted in a pool of blood, and because their mouths were filled with cloth, they could only make desperate whimpering sounds.

The ghost slave wiped cold sweat from his trembling fingertips, feeling somewhat confused and confused.

This was the first time he had seen the Emperor of Hell torture people in this way.

When he was following Little Overlord by the river, he thought that the Emperor of Hell would be worried.

After finding out that something happened to the little bully, he also thought that the Emperor of Hell would be displeased.

While quickly leading people to detain these suspects, he thought that the Emperor of Hell would interrogate them personally.

After all, when it comes to the little overlord, the Emperor of Hell once said, it is never a trivial matter.

Can……

Breaking people's bones piece by piece like this, torturing people to death, but not allowing people to die easily...

The ghost slave felt pain just looking at it.

The doctor who was standing by with the medicine box was pale and his whole body was shaking stiffly.

After a while, the doctor and the ghost slave looked at each other and saw uneasiness in each other's eyes.At this time, the tortured man couldn't stand the torture and fainted again.

The doctor hurried over, checked, bandaged, and administered life-extending magic medicine.

After the patient was revived, the doctor did not bother to clean the blood on his hands and sleeves, and stepped aside holding the medicine box.

The dull sound of sticks, desperate whimpering, and the thick smell of blood filled the air again.

Cold sweat broke out on the doctor's back, and his scalp was numb as he looked at the ghost slave:
He is a famous doctor!

Doctors who treat illnesses and save people are not butchers who take people's lives!

Lord Ghost Slave, please say something quickly! !
He feels very bad about himself!

Very bad...

He felt that his blood pressure had soared to a record high!
The ghost slave understood the pleading in his eyes and could only pretend not to understand and look away.

There is no other way. Who dares to speak at this time? His ghost slave is willing to kneel down and call that person "Uncle" willingly and with admiration.

Shui Qingchen sat there motionless, eyes lowered, staring at the sleeping person in his arms.

The ghost slave gritted his teeth and carefully observed his expression. He didn't dare to ask the question - wasn't the little bully injured, so why didn't he stay in Jianxin Tower?

Ji Fanyin was sleeping deeply, and the clothes on her body were worn by Shui Qingchen.

It was a cold night, so Shui Qingchen took out the snow fox fur fur that was as soft as water and wrapped him tightly. He carefully carried him into the boat like he was holding a fragile baby along the way.

Gui Nu glanced at Ji Fanyin. It was really hard to imagine how seriously injured the little bully must have been to make the Emperor of Hell so angry.

He has been with the Emperor of Hell for 18 years.

18 years!

He witnessed the growth of Emperor Yama with his own eyes.

He dared to use the head on his neck to guarantee that he had not missed every stage of the Emperor of Hell.

At this moment, looking at Shui Qingchen, who was staring at Ji Fanyin's sleeping face with a solemn expression, Gui Nu had doubts in his heart.

Did he really not miss it...?
(End of this chapter)