flame hunter

This seemed to be an operating room, with three people in black robes surrounded by a shadowless lamp, the walls reflected faint light, as if countless cobras were peeking around.

At this time, there was a scream mixed with pain and forbearance, like an ice pick piercing into the chest, and the sharp and piercing chill instantly stagnated the blood in Si Baining's whole body.

He stared closely at the three-dimensional picture in front of him, wishing to turn to the back to confirm whether the owner of the voice was the same as he thought.

At this time, a man in black robe standing outside suddenly walked away, revealing a corner of the operating bed.

is her!It really was my mother!

Jiang Ruoxi was lying on the operating bed, her waterfall-like long hair almost fell to the floor, her chin was held up by the fork, pointing straight to the sky.She raised her head high and closed her lips tightly, holding back all the pain in her throat.

"Why?! Why use a fork!"

Si Boning roared empathetically.

This ugly but painful instrument of torture is a metal rod with sharp forks at both ends.A slender belt fixed it on Jiang Ruoxi's slender neck. One end of the prong had been inserted into her chin, while the other end was firmly pressed against her snow-white breastbone.

With every breath, thick blood gushed out from the edge of the prongs, forming a beautiful ruby-like pool in the hollow of her neck.

At this moment, the black-robed man in the middle raised one hand, and suddenly held a scimitar as thin as a crescent moon in his palm.The dark blue hilt is faintly shining with the light of precious stones. The blade is only as long as a finger, and it is difficult to hide its sharp edge under the shadowless lamp.

At this time, the man in black who had left before walked to the operating table with a silver tray in his hands, his wide black robe blocked Si Boning's sight, so he could only stare in the direction of his mother in the picture in a daze and helplessly.

A shrill scream sounded out of nowhere, followed by continuous bursts of choking sobs.

The person carrying the tray turned sideways, and saw the black-robed man in the middle holding a bloody baby in his left hand, with a bright red umbilical cord wrapped around his neck.The crescent-shaped scimitar slashed lightly in the air, and completely severed the link that transmits life energy.

When the baby was put into the cold silver tray, it kicked its hands and feet, and a not-so-loud cry sounded.It seems to be mourning the suffering of the mother, and it seems to be lamenting its own bleak fate.

The man in black in the middle looked expressionlessly at the blood-smeared baby on the silver tray, waved the knife in his hand, and the man on the tray took it out.

Si Boning clasped his fingers tightly on the hard armrest of the seat, the blood overflowing from his wrist had already flowed to his palm, and it became more sticky with the sweat.That's me!It was the first cry when I came to this world!

Si Boning felt as if his heart had been hollowed out, his mind went blank, and he couldn't tell if it was anger or sadness.When I came to this world, I was cut out alive from my mother's stomach by the executioner's sharp knife.

Si Boning's legs trembled unconsciously, and he curled up powerlessly. If he hadn't been sitting on the chair, he might have already collapsed to the ground.

The tear-stinging eyes made him have to close them tightly, and then close them tightly again.His brows were also furrowed into a ball with all his strength, just wanting to squeeze out the drop of hurting liquid from his eyes.

The eardrums were awakened again by a shrill scream.

Si Baining opened his eyes suddenly, he bit his lips, letting the smell of blood force out his avoiding eyes.He had to look straight at the killing, he had to bear it alone, face it all alone.He has no choice!

The fork had already sunk into Jiang Ruoxi's jaw with the two shrill sounds, and the bright red color wrapped around her beautiful neck, winding like a red scarf on the operating table.

The pain of childbirth is unimaginable to ordinary people, but Si Boning can almost see through the figure of the knife holder, a bloody body showing a satisfied smile in the pain.

"What else are they going to do?"

Si Boning asked weakly.

Thomas put down the drunk glass, walked slowly to his side, and stroked the broken hair on Siboning's forehead with his fingers.The fine sweat secreted at an unknown time had already wet his hair and pressed it tightly to his forehead.

Si Boning made no secret of his annoyance, turning his head to avoid Thomas' fingers.

"Hmph." Thomas snorted coldly, unable to tell whether it was contempt or dismissive, but it was more like a sigh.

Thomas withdrew his hands behind his back, his voice slightly hoarse: "Clean her soul and let God forgive her sins."

"What is she guilty of?! You are the ones who are guilty! You are all murderers, all of you!"

Si Boning shook his body crazily, roared, and at the same time, his waist was hit by the high-voltage current again.He gritted his teeth unyieldingly and wanted to stand up. He couldn't bear to sit here and watch with cold eyes. He wanted to stand up and express his anger with his body!

The electric current ruthlessly devoured his body and will, and in the sound of "嗞嗞", dazzling sparks like fireflies burst out faintly.