Prison of Black Wounds

A disturbing purple mist, thick dark clouds billowing with the wind in the sky, lingering for a long time, suddenly a flash of lightning pierced the night sky, instantly dispelling all the darkness, a dilapidated and small thatched hut suddenly appeared in the dense forest of green pines, A few figures in black cloaks stood tiredly outside the hut, but their eyes were sharp and alert.

Boom-!

There was another thunderous bang, and the small hut returned to darkness, except for the sound of rain, it was still silent.

Although this thatched hut is small, it has all the internal organs. Apart from the wooden bow used by hunters, there is also a dilapidated table and two chairs. The unfinished glass of water on the table is full of spider silk, and there are piles of piles in the corner. The wood and fire pockets have already been soaked by the seeping rain, and the soil underground is also muddy, which makes people feel disturbed.

In the narrow room, the candles were dimly lit. The white-haired old man standing in the corner had burning eyes, his face was filled with displeasure. He glanced at the tall man in a black cloak and holding a broken branch to punish the person tied to the wall. The messy-haired boy on the chair settled down, and the displeasure in his eyes disappeared, replaced by pity and worry.

The boy looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with messy hair as if he had just woken up and couldn't take care of it. He wrapped his hands around his bent legs, rested his chin on his knees, and looked innocently and sympathetically at the boy bound by the hemp rope with his big eyes. The person on the wall, and the person who was forced to straighten his body, tied his hands above his head, and only his toes could barely touch the ground, was the one who was supposed to enjoy the pampering in Nasser's arms.

"Um..."

"what!"

Along with the dull and restrained cry of pain, a boy's exclamation also sounded. The boy on the chair tightly covered his mouth with his hand, and tightly hugged his legs with the other hand, finally resisting the urge to stand up and stop.

The wet broken branch touched the soft upper abdomen and slowly moved down the groin. After staying in the lower abdomen for a while, it suddenly aimed at the Qihai acupoint and pressed down hard, the lower abdomen was sunken, and the severe pain rushed to the forehead in an instant. There was no time to suppress the pain and blurted out.

"Uh, cough, cough... what do you guys want to do?"

Five days ago, Naser led fifty elite soldiers together with Chu Man to raid the God King and his party who were staying in Yuanwai's old residence, but unexpectedly the God King was also a counterfeit. Naser, who once again fled to nothing, set off overnight at Chu Man's suggestion Rushing to join Ling Mian's army, who knows that he was ambushed on the way. Naser, who was caught off guard in order to protect Ran, was poisoned by the enemy carelessly. Dozens of elite soldiers were crushed to death by rocks, and Long Yan also disappeared. Life and death are uncertain, and Chu Man, who stayed in the village to investigate because of doubts, arrived in time, only in time to save Nasir, who was poisoned.

It turned out that Naser's goal this time was not completely wrong. It's just that the real god-king didn't sit in the carriage, but rode with their high priest all the time, and the carriage was just a cover-up just like those goods.

Chu Man also found out when he was inspecting the former residence after the incident, but he was still one step faster by the enemy.

Chu Man felt extremely regretful and guilty for letting Naser face the pain of losing Ran again.

So after Naser was settled, before he even had time to ask about Long Yan's life and death, he led ten elite soldiers and dozens of hidden guards to launch a fierce pursuit against the enemy, and also caught the king of God and his party by surprise. I could only hide in the dense forest of Maoying Mountain. The ensuing storm caused the rocks to collapse, blocking the only feasible Lingyin trail and Chuman's road. The rain was unprecedentedly heavy, and the sky lasted for several days. Dark clouds covered the small village, most of which were buried by mud and water, and it was difficult to move an inch in just one night. In addition, the enemy hid in the mountains where the thick fog persisted, so it was not easy to find.

Of course, the god king and his party didn't care about the danger in the mountains. As long as the heavy rain didn't stop, they would be able to retreat when the rescue arrived. What they had to do now was to let their god king survive.

"Hmph, I almost fell into your trap..."

As the voice fell, the hand holding the broken branch suddenly exerted force, and the Tianshu acupoint on the left side of the navel center suddenly sank due to the pressure, and then on the right side, the unbearable sharp pain made Ran gasp, raised his head and closed it in pain Eye sockets scalding like fire.

The other party's movements seemed gentle but they used a lot of force. The broken branch looked ordinary, but it was infused with ten layers of internal force, and each stroke hit the acupuncture points without any pain.

Immediately after, the same technique was applied to several other acupoints, the severe pain made people lose their will, not to mention the doubled pain almost made him go crazy because of the extremely sensitive body made by Qian Zhen.

Something slipped down my face, I couldn't tell whether it was tears, sweat, or rain, it was all cold.

The man in front of him is looking at him with a pair of deep red eyes, his eyes are full of bloodthirsty madness, the rough palm covering the lower abdomen is like a child who has found a toy, and the skin under the palm twitches and jumps from the palm , I can clearly feel that the intestines in the burning abdomen are rolling around the internal organs, and the will that has been eroded by the pain can no longer stop the blood from spilling out of the lips. At that time, the hoarse voice instantly changed from □□□ to a cry of pain, and Ran twisted his body, trying to bend over to relieve the pain, but his hands were covered, his weak body did not allow him to do so, so he had no choice but to bear the unspeakable pain pain of.

Crazy satisfaction appeared in the man's piercing eyes, and his whole palm sank into the softness. He smiled evilly, turned his palm and kneaded it vigorously, and suddenly pulled his big palm hard, and a coquettish peony appeared out of nowhere In the man's red eyes, he sneered and curled up his fingers, the nails were almost embedded in the flesh, and tightly squeezed the beautiful and delicate peony in his hand, it really caused the whole body to tremble, and when the palm left, it was stained red with blood The peonies on the chest are even more gorgeous, and the abdomen that rises and twitches is blooming like a living thing.

"Hey, is that enough?"

The person who spoke was the white-haired old man who walked out of the corner. His face was illuminated by the candlelight. He was the curser that Nasser and his party were looking for.

The boy who was sitting on the chair suddenly jumped up, threw his eyes into the arms of the curse master with tears in his eyes, and softly called "Master."

Although the old man seemed to be over a hundred years old, his actions did not have the posture of an old man at all. He patted his apprentice on the back and whispered something in his ear. The child nodded obediently, wiped his tears and retreated to the side, full of The sympathetic eyes still fell on Ran.

The person in the black cloak is the confidant of the God King, the High Priest of the Black God Clan, who is wiping the blood on his hands casually with a rag at this moment, raised his eyebrows at the curser and said, "I have sealed it with my internal force." All his big holes, what to do next?"

The curse master took two steps forward to check on Ran's condition, he couldn't help shaking his head slightly, leaned over slightly and whispered in his ear: "For my disciple, I can only apologize to you."

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Hearing the familiar voice, Ran raised his eyes subconsciously, some bad memories arose on the face of the old man in his mind, his brows were involuntarily knit together, he sneered and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Old man, I advise you not to play tricks, or don't blame me if the cute Gu worms bite off your little apprentice's heart."

The low-pitched male voice came to the ear with a full threat, the curse master's deep eyes flashed a trace of anger, his gaze swept across the slightly pale face of the apprentice, and without hesitation he took out a three-edged silver piece as thick as a baby's finger. Needle, lift the corner of the clothes slightly, the peony is looming, rising and floating with the breath as if it has life, the deep navel is like a stamen, light pressure with the fingertips immediately triggers extremely sensitive tremors.

"Um……"

The silver needle quickly pierced the navel, and a barely audible thud was locked tightly behind the clenched teeth. The thin body trembled uncontrollably, as helpless and pale as a leaf left by the cold wind. The upturned head hit the crossbar of the back heavily, the slightly narrowed eyes blankly looked at the dilapidated leaky roof, thin cold sweat drilled out of the pores layer by layer.

Nasser's face and voice kept repeating in his mind, as if the only way to persevere.

The curse master concentrated on observing the changes in the burning abdomen, tapped the big acupoint on the navel side with his fingertips, and could feel the restless inner organs convulsing and twitching, dark red blood flowed out from the grooves, fell to the ground and seeped into the soil, but it was far from enough, fingertips continued to push the silver needle into the depths, but when Ran thought the silver needle was going to penetrate the body, he barely stopped, a burst of sharp pain exploded in his abdomen, and he groaned uncontrollably He broke out, gasped and bit his lower lip firmly again, black red cold blood slowly flowed out along the groove of the silver needle.

Ran felt that something was being pulled away from the body little by little, as if the soul was also being pulled away from the body. The hands that carried the weight of the whole body had long been numb, and the head that had lost strength was hanging down limply, watching the black blood rushing from the edge in a daze. The trough flowed out and fell to the ground, and there was a dull pain in the chest. Something was churning in the abdomen and rushed up to the chest. In a second, the abdomen suddenly sank, and the force that was so huge that it seemed to smash through the abdomen and break the spine hit the entire abdomen, and even made a fist-sized hole in the grass wall on the back, and the rain and cold rushed in. , penetrated into the bone.

"Uh--"

With only half a cry of pain, the person passed out, his eyes widened suddenly and slowly closed, but his body still couldn't get rid of the severe pain, violently convulsing and trembling.

The palm of the lower abdomen continued to press, and a series of spells overflowed from the mouth of the magician. Under the action of the spell, the red blood line quickly extended from the center of the navel to the entire chest and abdomen in an instant, and all the meridians jumped. As if the skin is about to split, strips