Original God: Traveling to Teyvat but it’s a strange world

"Are you worthy enough to point such a weapon at me?"

Dotole snorted coldly, and his figure instantly turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, Dotole appeared behind Brother Li. He reached out and grabbed Brother Li's arms, and twisted them hard. With two "cracks", Brother Li's hands were broken.

Dotore exerted force again and pulled off Brother Li's hands.

"Ah! Ah! My hand!" Brother Li cried out in agony. The scene was splattered with blood, a horrible sight.

Dotore smelled the blood in the air, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he threw the severed hand aside.

"It seems that you have never experienced making something with your own hands. How about I feed it to you?"

Dotore laughed wildly, picked up the heroin beside him, and looked at Brother Li.

"Hahaha……"

Dotore's laughter was crazy and shrill, and his eyes were fixed on Brother Li, revealing a kind of morbid madness.

Dotore twisted him up like a dead dog and stuffed handfuls of heroin into his mouth.

"That's great, that's exactly what I want. Then, let's do an experiment, I'm sure you will like it, hahaha..."

Dottore's face was full of madness, and his laughter echoed in the air, making people shudder.

Brother Li was still wailing in pain because of the disappearance of his hand, but he didn't know that what was coming next was just the beginning of his nightmare.

"No, not only this loser, but you! And you! You all will become the subjects of this experiment!! You will all become a part of this great experiment!! Hahahaha! Ahahahaha!!"

Dotore's voice became increasingly high-pitched, as if he had fallen into a state of madness from which he could not extricate himself.

In an instant, snowflakes fell on the scene and a cold breath blew in.

The temperature on the scene dropped sharply, as if being in a world of ice and snow.

Several people at the door tried to escape in panic. They rushed to the door, but found that the door was blocked by an extremely thick layer of ice and they could not escape.

Their hopes were dashed and fear gripped everyone.

"Escape? What a pity, haha...there is no way out."

Dottore's words were like the devil's whisper, creepy.

The heads of those who tried to escape exploded like balloons in an instant, with brains and blood splattering everywhere.

The bloody scene was disgusting. Blood splattered on Dottore's mask, but he had no reaction. There was even a hint of a satisfied smile on his face under the mask.

"Well, that rich smell of blood, mixed with a hint of fear and terror, is like the enchanting red spider lily, emitting a charming allure.

After not tasting this tempting flavor for a long time, the desire in my heart surged like a tide.

The adults' prohibitions have long been forgotten, and I have almost forgotten my own nature."

As Dotore spoke, he staggered towards the corpses. He slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand that was trembling with desire, and suddenly stabbed into the body of one of the corpses and took out the still beating heart.

Death came suddenly, but other parts of the body were intact, as if telling of the fragility of life.

Dotore took a bite without hesitation, and the hot blood splashed everywhere. There was a satisfied smile on his face, which was a return to nature and an indulgence of desire.

The taste of blood spread in his mouth, but he felt it was not enough.

After taking another bite, Dotorre swallowed it and turned his gaze to the other drug lords beside him.

His expression became increasingly terrifying and crazy, like a hungry beast ready to pounce on its prey.

"Do you want to eat?" Dotore's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of teasing. His eyes pierced through the frightened people like a sharp sword, making them tremble all over.

At this moment, fear occupied everyone's heart. They were speechless and could only look at Dotore silently, praying that they would not become the next victim.

"Come, let me count."

Dotore raised his bloody hand and pointed at those people, "One, two, three..."

Dottore pointed at one of the men and smiled, "It's you... Hahahaha! Let's start the first experiment!"

Dotole suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already close to the man.

"Sir, please..." The man's voice trembled, filled with endless fear and despair.

Before he could finish his beg for mercy, Dotore reached out and ruthlessly pinched his head, as if crushing a fragile egg.

The man's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of begging and pleading.

However, there was no mercy on Dotore's face, only coldness and mockery.

"No need to say more, it won't hurt. As the first subject of this experiment, just choose a simple one, right?" Dotore's voice was cold and ruthless, as if it came from a demon in hell.

His tone revealed contempt and ridicule for the man, but the strength in his hands did not decrease in the slightest, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of controlling the fate of others.

The man's body began to tremble, and urine soaked his pants, emitting a foul smell.

His heart was filled with fear. Everything before him seemed like a nightmare, but he couldn't wake up from it.

"Well, for the first experiment, how about we discuss how much force your skull can withstand?"

Dotore's words were like a sword, piercing the man's heart.

He realizes that he is definitely going to die, and that Dottore is treating it all as a game.

The man wanted to beg for mercy, but found that his throat was dry and his voice became hoarse and weak.

He could only howl in pain, hoping to awaken a bit of conscience in Dotore.

"My lord... My lord, I was really wrong, I was really wrong, please, let me go, okay..."

The man's plea for mercy echoed in the air, full of despair and sadness.

Every word deeply hurts people's hearts, making people feel sympathetic for his experience.

However, Dotore was indifferent to the man's pleas for mercy. The strength in his hands did not decrease at all, and even gradually increased.

The man's head felt as if it was about to be crushed. The severe pain hit him like a tide, and his wails became more miserable and shrill.

At this moment, the man's world had completely collapsed, and he felt unprecedented pain and despair. His life became so fragile in Dotore's hands that it seemed like it could disappear at any time.

However, Dotore enjoyed the pleasure of torturing others and did not care about the man's life or death.

"Great! You managed to hold on for so long! That's great!! Very good!!! How about we..." Dotore slowly loosened his hand and shifted his gaze to the other drug lords on the side.

The drug lords were so frightened by his glance that they were dumbfounded and couldn't say a word.

Dotore's eyes fell on one of the fat guys, who looked at least 200 pounds. Dotore pointed at the fat guy and said to him with a smile, "You, come here."

The fat man walked over tremblingly, and looked at Dotore with eyes filled with endless fear.

"How about you stand on his head and try it? How about feeling the feeling of stepping on someone under your feet?" Dotore still smiled and pushed the fat man in front of the man.

The man was trembling all over. He raised his head and looked at the fat man. His mouth opened and closed as if he was begging for mercy.

However, the fat man glanced at Dotore behind him, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and stepped forward without hesitation.

Because the floor was made of cement, the head collided with the cement floor, and Dotore even chopped off the fat man's hands to prevent him from being stepped on to death.

It is tantamount to making it impossible for them to live or die.

The man's screams of pain filled the entire basement.

Until one person knew that he would die soon, and decided to fight to the death. He stood up and said:

"Dotore, don't go too far! Don't you have any conscience? You are so cruel! We are all powerful people in Fontaine! Believe it or not, we can make you Fatui disappear completely in Fontaine! When that happens, let's see what your queen will do!"

The middle-aged man's legs were shaking as he spoke.

He wanted to use the identities of the crowd to make Dotore give up and stop.

However, this Dottore is not the same as that Dottore.

"Ah ha? Make me disappear? Make me disappear! Hahahaha!! You say I have no conscience!! How ridiculous! How ridiculous!"

Dotore looked at the middle-aged man who was speaking and stabbed his right hand with an ice pick with such force that his right hand was nailed to the wall.

"I have no conscience? Even if I had no conscience, I wouldn't create something so cruel and crazy!"

Dottore shouted, and then another icicle pierced his left hand.

"I have no conscience! I won't spread it out even if I have no conscience!"

After saying this, Dotore stabbed his left foot with an ice pick again.

"You know what? Guess what? Why am I not afraid of your threats?"

Dotore walked up to him, patted his face with his hand, and said playfully,

As soon as the middle-aged man opened his mouth, Dotole clamped his tongue tightly with an ice spike and pulled it hard, pulling it off directly.

"I'm in a state of overdrive, not the Ice Queen, hahahahaha!!"

Then, another ice cone pierced his head directly.