Prison of Black Wounds

The devil who has fought with him for more than ten years, and with himself for ten years.

At this moment, he is covered with scars from torture. Although the wound on his chest has scabbed over, it shows signs of festering because it has never been properly treated. His black hair is messy and covers his face. Even the intact right side of the face can no longer see its original appearance.

At first, if he hadn't ordered someone to strip off the heavy helmet on this man in front of him, Naser would never have believed that this thin, malnourished man would have been chasing him for more than [-] years. The enemy, however, everything is witnessed.

Before taking back the Wushang Continent, he had no idea that it was not this ghost that occupied his country, but the half-dead old man who called himself "King Wushang", and this ghost was actually just a tool of that person.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the black-scarred fifth gesticulating on the black castle. This invincible man was just someone else's dog?

Nasser couldn't help but wonder why this man was fighting?

Because of that Wushang Pharaoh?

If so, who should I really hate?

Thinking of this, Naser took a deep breath. No matter what, the boy he loved was raped to death by him. Thinking of the helpless look of that pure boy crying for help under this filthy ghost, It was enough to make Nassar hate him to the bone.

The moment he left the dungeon, Naser found a reason for himself that "he can't just die like this", and specially ordered his servants to invite a friend who has the name of a holy doctor to come and treat his enemy.

The moment he put on the armor, he became a murderous demon, he didn't have to do anything every day, just kill people.

Regardless of enemies, friends, or even relatives, as long as it satisfies that person, he will slash and kill everything in front of him without even blinking his eyes.

To put it mildly, he is the number one God of War in Wushang, but he is actually just a ghost who kills without blinking an eye.

What is the past, what is the future, what is the oath, when he cut off the head of the first person, it is doomed to have nothing to do with him.

He knew that as long as he lived in this land of killing and war, they would meet each other, but he didn't know that it would come so soon.

The appearance of that person in the silver armor was as heroic as he imagined, different from his own black, but dazzling silver.

It was inevitable to be defeated by his knife, and it was a matter that had been decided long ago, but I never thought that it would be so painful... It was so painful that I couldn't sleep peacefully even in my dreams, and I couldn't get even a moment of peace.

"Ah..."

it hurts……

It broke our hearts!

He tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, but his eyes were always pitch black, and all he could see were blurred shadows.

Love or hate, please give me a ray of light, okay?

"Suppress him, don't let him move around, how can I treat him moving around like this? Hey!"

He didn't know whose voice was in his ears, it was harsh, low, and irritable, and he didn't have much energy to speculate, the pain almost destroyed all his reason.

His body was fixed somewhere. He was clearly exhausted by the severe pain that was crushing his whole body. Why did someone still hold his body so resolutely?

Are you stingy with giving even the strength of your fingers?

However, what he didn't know was that the instinctive struggle of the unconscious body was far stronger than when he was awake.

"Tsk, that's why I said don't pull out your wrists and ankles..."

The speaker was a young man in white clothes, sweating profusely. He was tall and fair-skinned. His messy long hair was tied behind his back with a leather rope, and a few strands of hair fell on his cheeks, which inexplicably added to his body. There is a touch of charm, but the sharp sight of those slender red phoenix eyes will definitely make you dare not take a second look

His name is Long Yan, he is a world-renowned medical sage, and he is also the new king of refining the country, one of the few friends of Ann Nasser who defeated the fearsome ghost army and captured the Wushang Continent.

And here is not anywhere else, it is still the dark and damp dungeon.

The sinner on the ebony frame is still fixed, the difference is that his hands and feet have been removed from the nails, but the black nail on the navel is still stubbornly buried inside, like a terrifying black hole, continuously bleeding out bright red blood.

"Uh, Master Medical Saint, we can't blame us for this. It was this man who suddenly struggled for some reason. We couldn't hold it down. It is reasonable to say that it is difficult for the thick end to come out. I don't know if it hurts too much or what. Yes, the hands and feet are so abruptly detached from the nails, look at this..."

"Tsk," the young doctor deeply touched the center of his brows, took a medicinal cloth to wipe off the blood gushing out of his belly button, and couldn't do anything for a while, to be honest, he had never seen a more cruel way of killing than this, But that's murder, and if he dies, he dies. What's the situation now? If it's like this, you still want him to live?

The black stone nails were thick and thin at one end. If his body were to leave the nails just like his hands and feet, his already seriously injured internal organs would definitely be hurt even more. If he pulled out the black nails that were driven into the ebony... it would be a kind of torture.

What's more, for some unknown reason, the anesthetic didn't work on him at all.

Just as Long Yan was rubbing his brows and thinking hard, there was a commotion outside the prison door, and he knew what was going on without looking at it, and the knot between his brows deepened.

"Why are you back again? It's only been an hour, have you dealt with everything?"

Long Yan has been known for his eccentric temper since his debut. Whether he treats people or not depends on his mood. You don't know when he suddenly wants to cure people, when he will charge sky-high prices, or even when he suddenly wants to treat people. Saving people for free, hanging the pot to help the world, in short, don't speculate on the heart of this medical sage, he will definitely not do what you want.

In this world, there are probably only two people who can invite Long Yan, one is Long Yan's father, Long He, and the other is his friend and the king whom he swore allegiance to, Ann Nasser.

Only Long Yan dared to speak to this new generation of King of Heroes with such an attitude and tone.

"It's not done yet? Don't you call yourself a medical saint?"

The king striding forward tore off the cloak that got in the way and handed it to the waiter next to him, with a smile on his face, but what he said made Long Yan grit his teeth and curse.

"Please put away that hypocritical smiling face in front of me." Long Yan asked the guards to put the man down, and didn't give a single glance to the man who stood beside him with his arms folded and looking like he was watching a show, "Either you kill him, It's really not your style to use such cruel methods."

"Oh? My style? What kind of style am I? Do you think I'm still the timid, kind and docile kid when I was young?"

Long Yan raised his head and gave him a look of "Isn't this nonsense", and said: "I tell you, I don't guarantee that this person will still be alive after this thing is removed, his body is already authorized as you can see. .”

Nasser looked down at the broken body struggling on the ground.

Although the wounds were no longer bleeding after being washed by the potion, those wounds that raised flesh and exposed bones seemed to be drained of blood. They were pale and pale, and looked more creepy than when they were bloody, especially the wounds buried deep in the abdomen. The black nail tail in the navel floated up with the abdomen, and bloodshots continued to overflow, passing across the pale waist and falling to the ground, which was a bit eye-catching.

"He can't die yet, even if he still has a breath, keep it for me."

"You are too capricious!"

He is skilled in medicine, but his intuition tells him that it is more painful for this person to live than to die, and this is what his king wants.

Naser waved away the waiter beside him, squatted down beside Long Yan, raised his sleeves, and said in a relaxed tone, "Come on, let me see, let me see..."

He bent his fingers and lightly touched the hardness that penetrated into the navel, and the man's body, which had already struggled to the point of loss of strength, trembled instantly. The doctor next to him saw his eyes reddened, and he pressed his hand and said, "That's enough." It's all over, don't you want him to die?"

Nasser chuckled: "This really stabs deeply."

Long Yan rolled his eyes at him: "Isn't it your masterpiece?"

"What is the solution?"

"Is there any other way, how to get in, how to get out."

"Isn't there a barb?"

"There are barbs in any direction, but pulling them out at least won't make the wound bigger... I said Nasser, what are you doing?"

Long Yan was taken aback by Nasser's actions, and his volume suddenly increased a lot.

Naser waved away the guard who was pressing down on the man and half pulled up the man's arm. Seeing that his back was a little distance away from the ebony, the pale body burst out suddenly, and blood oozes violently from the front and rear wounds again. Long Yan Looking shocked.

Nasser took it for granted, "Anyway, there are barbs on both sides, so it's faster..."

As he spoke, he grabbed his limp arm and continued to lift his body up.

At this time, the person who was so painful that he was so weak suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes did not know where to fall, his head was thrown back due to the pain, his almost overdrawn body could only tremble helplessly, and the unrestricted right hand raised and lowered with the greatest effort. On the injured abdomen, the thin lips trembled slightly, as if they were saying something.

Nasser looked at it coldly, and didn't bother to care about what he wanted to say, just continued with his actions.

Long Yan knew Nasser well, and he understood where his hatred came from.

It is impossible to stop him at this moment, he sighed softly, and silently prepared a strong hemostatic medicine, no matter what, he must stop the bleeding before he can save his life.

Although he would rather this person die like this.

Long Yan, who was ready, walked around to the other side of the man and lifted his shoulder, looked at Nasser and said, "No matter what, if you still want him to live and continue to bear your hatred, listen to me now."

Nassar nodded without even frowning.

After nearly a month of torment, this originally thin body is dragging in his hands at this moment.