V1.Chapter 135

Inside a dark cell.

Sauron saw dried blood everywhere, and it seemed that they used it a lot.

There are coals of fire on the side, as well as guys with branding irons, leather whips, saws, and so on. The young man in front of him has long since lost his original appearance. There are dozens of whip marks on his body, and he looks bloody. There were scars left by a branding iron on his chest and side face, a slave mark was branded on his forehead, and his fingernails were pulled out one by one. This bloody scene made the expressions of the two girls behind the middle-aged woman change slightly.

"You!...You bunch...I curse you..."

The young man's articulation was a little unclear, as if he had consumed too much energy from bleeding, but his eyes were still vicious, and he cursed them with a hideous expression.

The sheriff seemed to want to regain his prestige, so he picked up the whip and gave it a savage blow, causing the opponent's flesh to blossom. He panted, "Look at Pastor Tinal! He has been completely controlled by the evil god, no matter how he tortured him. That's all he says."

The middle-aged woman's complexion changed slightly, as if she had been pampered and hadn't seen much blood.

She turned around and glanced at Sauron, as if she wanted to ask him if there was anything he could do. Sauron's expression is very calm. He has seen too many scenes, and what is in front of him is nothing at all. He just slowly said: "Can you treat his injury? If this continues, he will soon lose too much blood. And die!"

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and performed a slander treatment.

The power of the magic began to take effect, and the blood on the young man's body quickly recovered, as if he had recovered a lot of spirit. He opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but Sauron directly stuffed a rag into his mouth, blocking the vicious words he wanted to blurt out. He turned around and glanced at the others, and said softly: "The next picture may not be suitable for children. I think it's better for you to go out."

The people present were obviously hesitant.

The middle-aged woman frowned, then turned and walked outside. Intuition told her that the adventurer in front of her might be telling the truth.

She didn't want to see that kind of unacceptable picture.

The sheriff's expression was ugly, but he didn't go out, because he wanted to see what means Sauron planned to use. The young man in front of him almost resisted all the torture and didn't say a word, just kept cursing them for more than an hour. He did not believe that the adventurer in front of him could have any great means.

"Back up a little bit."

Sauron glanced at the others, motioned them to stand far away, and said, "Don't talk, don't interrupt me, I need to concentrate on what I'm going to do next, and I don't want anyone to interrupt my work."

"Understand?"

This tone is very annoying. But that icy gaze made everyone chill, as if shivering involuntarily.

Sauron smiled, his expression a little awkward.

He walked up to the young man and whispered in his ear, as if talking to himself: "You know what? I'm very depressed today! When I saw what you guys did, I suddenly felt like this The moon is like a joke. I took Vivian so far and left a dangerous place, but it seems like I got into another dangerous place."

"It's really unclean!"

"It's really difficult to find a safe place to take refuge. I'm not so afraid of fighting. I'm not so afraid of death, I just want her to grow up in a relatively safe environment."

"After all, she is only eight years old. She is far from some bloody killings. It's not really demanding to grow up happily, right?"

"But God seems to have trouble with me."

"It may be that there is really nowhere to escape. No matter what, you can't escape these."

"Think about it now."

"Gloria's divination for Vivian said that she saw countless blood and fire. Maybe this is really fate. There will always be so many things along the way. If you try to avoid it, you will encounter it. On. I don't know if it's my fate. Or Vivian's fate, maybe it's the fate of both of us."

"Actually, I don't know what I want to say, maybe I just want to say something casually."

"Because of what I'm going to do next. You definitely don't want to see it. But you have to watch it and feel the whole process, because you are my work."

Sauron slowly pulled out the machete, his palm trembled a little, but soon it was as stable as a rock, but the bones of his fingers were white, probably because he was too hard.

He stared into the eyes of the young man in front of him, and said softly, "The believers who lash out girls are actually very annoying."

"Because you have a specialty in resisting pain and torture, normal torture is basically useless to you. When I stayed in the Underdark, I often saw that the priests of the Spider God were helpless to you. But it is very difficult to , I know that there is a method that is very useful to you, and it just so happens that I also learned this method from someone when I was a bitch."

"Do you know what it is?"

Sauron approached the other party's ear, this strange whisper increased the other party's psychological pressure, made him feel uneasy, his whole body twisted, desperately trying to stay away from him.

Sauron smiled. Although he smiled, he looked like a demon. He said softly, "Skin!"

"My craftsmanship is actually not very good. The best craftsmanship is in the abyss and hell, and then it's the underdark area. But I think the craftsmanship will be better than the executioner in the mortal world. After all, I have received professional training to some extent. You know the darkness Territory? It is the territory of the drow, they are masters of torture, some of which are crueler than demons!"

"Skinning is a delicate job. Only when a human skin can be completely peeled off can it be considered a level just for beginners."

"When I was cheap, the drow who trained me was a master of torture. Do you know what he was wearing? A very powerful legendary equipment, stronger than many knight armors, that thing is called [Human Skin] Demon Armor]. Only the most evil, destined to fall into the abyss after death, will wear this stuff on their bodies!"

"He told me, a qualified skinner, after you have completely peeled off a human skin, your work will still be alive."

"That's the real qualified level."

"Actually, I'm not sure about letting you live, but it should be able to live for a while. After all, I am also super agile, and there is a third-order priest outside."

Sauron spoke in a low voice, only the prisoner beside him could hear it, and those standing in the distance could not hear anything.

The hanging young man was shaking all over, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense. He opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth was blocked. In fact, he could only make a humming sound.

Sauron raised his machete, looked at the other party and smiled, as if he was chatting with a friend: "Actually, I would never have done this kind of thing before!"

"It's a pity that you just made me lower my bottom line a little today, because I'm really angry."

"The very angry, very angry kind."

"It is said that the believers who torture the goddess will enjoy the pain. I don't know if you can enjoy the process in the future. I know that your endurance is very good. Now you probably won't tell me what I want to know."

"But that's okay."

"I'm an honest person. I think it's better to let you feel my craft first, and then decide whether to tell me or not."

"Right?"

Sauron raised the machete expressionlessly, then cut along the top of the opponent's head slowly but steadily. The force was not great, but the palm of his hand was very stable. He cut steadily from the scalp all the way, along the neck and neck. Slip down the back, then cut away from the skin on the spine, all the way to the end of the spine, and cut the first line very steadily.

The victim was shaking all over, and the fear in his eyes almost completely covered the pain. He struggled desperately, but he still felt the flesh on his back being peeled off. It was not just pain, but the pain was beyond imagination. So terrible, what is really terrible is not the pain the other party inflicts on him!

The other people present seemed to realize something, and the sheriff's face changed slightly and turned his head, not daring to look at Sauron again.

"Don't move."

Sauron lightly pinched his neck and said slowly: "If you move around, your work will not be complete. This is just the back, then the arms and thighs. It is said that a skilled skinner can peel it off first. The scalp, and then the other parts, I don't have such a superb method, I can only deal with other parts first, so that you can see other parts of yourself."

The blood slipped drop by drop.

There were already guards who couldn't stand it any longer, turned around and fled outside, it seemed that one more look would lead to nightmares.

Sauron carefully broke along the opponent's arm, then raised his head and glanced at the other party, the other party made a mumble sound, his eyes were full of fear and pleading, he said lightly: "It seems that you want to say something. what?"

The victim nodded desperately, very, very hard.

"Very good." Sauron slowly withdrew the machete, and then said: "This work is actually very tiring, you are willing to say that it is naturally very good."

Snapped.

Sauron snapped his fingers, took off the rag from his mouth, and said to the back, "Please come in, the priest. He is willing to speak."

The sheriff stiffened for a moment, and then walked outside. For some reason, his calf was shaking a little, and he almost stumbled to the ground.

The tortured Sauron turned his back on, slowly withdrew the machete, and his palms trembled slightly.

But soon he took a deep breath, and all his emotions gradually calmed down.

………………

(ps: There have been two updates in the last two days, recover a little and then continue to add more outbreaks.) (To be continued, please search for Floating Astronomy, the novels are better and updated faster!