Prison of Black Wounds

The bloodline flashed a dazzling red light.

In the flickering candlelight, Ran's thin body twisted constantly, his waist arched and then sank helplessly, the moment the spell chanted ended, the blood line suddenly turned black, as if embedded in the skin and disappeared instantly, the silver needle groove The bleeding was bright red.

Holding his breath, the curse master finally let out a breath, slowly retracted the silver needle, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead, raised his eyes and saw his pale face and the sweat that kept slipping down, his head soaked in sweat Hair sticking to the skin, the whole body trembling non-stop, twitching from time to time, the abdominal muscles convulsed and trembling, the shallow and short breathing seemed to stop at any time, the conjurer's brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes were full of emotions. The connection between him and Nassar, then is the beginning of the pain.

Just as he was thinking about it, the unstoppable High Priest strode forward. He raised his big hand, and the thick rope binding his wrist snapped. The man stretched out his long arms to embrace him, his red eyes swept Overburning's face full of scars paused for a moment, and then mercilessly threw the person on the bed made of hay, and looked carefully, and there was actually one person hiding on the bed.

That person's face was beautiful and lovely but as pale as transparent, with long black hair spread out randomly, wrapped in only a thin white dress, she should be a young girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, she was sleeping very deeply, her breathing was inaudible, The breathing is shallow and slow, as if it will stop at any time.

The curse master cursed in a low voice and quickly stepped forward to help Ran, who was coughing endlessly, with his palms pressed against his chest, slowly inputting internal force to caress his fragile heart.

Ran slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the person in front of him.

The curse master finally let go of his indifference, and he murmured with hesitation and intolerance: "They made a bet in my disciple's heart, and the condition is to cure the death disease of the god king, and although my curse seal has The effect of transferring the wound has no effect of transferring the pain, so..."

Ran listened quietly, then suddenly chuckled, a pure smile without any resentment.

"You..." The curse master looked at him in surprise, and even the condescending high priest showed doubts.

"I didn't expect...cough cough...uh...uh..." Even a single word would be a painful torture for Ran at this moment. He arched his body and pressed his right hand on his painful lower abdomen with all his strength. However, it didn't relieve the pain by half, "I didn't expect...my life...to save two...cough...cough...quick...I can't hold on for long..."

"it is good!"

That's right, with his current physical condition, it's a question of whether he can persist until his savior appears, let alone the end of the spell.

The curse master laid the man flat on the bed, and cut open the clothes on the left chest with a dagger, under which a heart was beating weakly.

"This is a spell that only works on humans who have the blood of the demon race. I thought I would never have the chance to cast it again. I didn't expect the blood of a big snake to flow in your body..." While speaking, the curse master I have bitten my fingertips and drew a curse mark on the place where my heart is burning, and I am chanting a different spell from the past. Every word does not belong to the human world. Gradually and deeply embedded into the flesh like a sculpture, without leaving a drop of blood, but without the slightest pain.

As the curse seal deepened, the severe pain began to weaken the subject's will. Apart from fighting the pain, Ran could no longer think about anything. Even Nasir's face was blurred in his dream, and he struggled unbearably. Arching his body, his trembling hands were attached to his heart, but he was ruthlessly pulled away from the bondage, and there was another sharp pain like a sledgehammer hitting his heart. Ran suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were blurred, and gradually a pair of red eyes The eyes became clear, followed by the indifferent face of the High Priest, who opened his mouth but only got a weak cough, choking out a mouthful of thick blood, which splashed on the high priest's cold face, but the other party was not angry, just deeply Staring at him intently, the hands that pressed his hands never let go.

Finally, the red curse seal suddenly sank in a burst of red light, and his thin and burning body jumped up, his whole body seemed to be tensed like a bow, his heart seemed to be tightly held by someone, and he couldn't breathe for a moment. Everything became extremely difficult, only a few gurgling sounds came from the throat, and a few seconds later, the pale body suddenly lost strength and fell heavily back on the wet and cold bed, except for slight convulsions and weak breathing, there was no struggle. move.

After making sure that he no longer had the strength to struggle, the high priest let go of the slender wrists that were almost dislocated by him, and continued to retreat silently to the side.

The curse master pressed his hand against Ran's chest, confirming the beating of his heart. The heart that had stopped suddenly started beating at a terrible speed after being injected with a little spiritual power, hitting the skin under his palm, as if it was about to break Liven up like flesh, burning too weak body can only move like a dying fish on a chopping board, the heartbeat gradually slows down under the spiritual power of the curse master, it is indeed like a giant hammer hitting the chest, as if trying to Breaking free from the package of the curse seal, and at this moment the curse seal has indeed bound his heart, the curse master withdrew his hand and wiped the sweat that slid down his cheeks before turning his attention to the sleeping girl.

He grabbed the girl's wrist and quickly cut a bloody opening. The blood overflowed and landed on the burning heart. The heart seemed to feel the blood, and even through the muscles, he could clearly feel the heart that was wrapped in the curse was beating violently. Greedily sucking the girl's blood, Ran's face became even paler.

After the beating of the heart gradually calmed down, the curse master put down the girl's hand, lifted Ran to let him lean on his body, and pushed the cold three-edged silver needle into Ran's battered navel again, feeling the pain of Ran Struggling in the arms of the curse master, but the weak body didn't have much strength at all, except for two low whimpers, only trembling, the curse master numbly pushed the needle deep until the bleeding became thick It was dark red, and I took a palm-sized bowl and stored more than half of it before stopping the bleeding.

The high priest took the cord blood, dragged the girl by the back of the neck, and poured the blood down without any mercy.

The curse master watched coldly, this girl is the God King of the generation of the Black Protoss, but she is not as respected as the outside world said, but a puppet without real power.

The Black Protoss claim to be the survivors of the ancient gods, possessing the power to manipulate people's hearts, but in fact they are nothing more than some tricks and witchcraft, as well as illusions and poisons.

And all of their clan wear cloaks because they can't face the sun, and for some unknown reason, people of the Black God Race will start to age rapidly after they are over twenty, not only that, their skin becomes extremely sensitive, and begins to slow down. Slow decay, from the epidermis to the inside and even erodes to the bone marrow, and finally the internal organs decay and die, and the death is extremely tragic.

300 years ago, some special people appeared among them. They would neither age nor rot, and they were no longer afraid of the sun. The god king actually raised them like livestock and used their blood to extend his life.

That must be the case with this girl.

But because the chances of this kind of alien appearing are extremely small, and there have not been more than ten in hundreds of years, they have targeted foreigners. However, the blood of foreigners cannot completely remove the curse on them, so "God" "King" is like a treasure to them, but this girl suffered from the disease of defeat three years after being regarded as the king of gods.

Septicemia is a unique disease of the Black Protoss. It is different from aging and rottenness. The onset of septicemia occurs without warning. After passing out suddenly one day, it will not wake up again. The body functions will gradually deteriorate within a year. It is so calm and peaceful. Die painlessly.

"For the next hour, there must be no interference."

As the curse master spoke, with the help of the high priest, he made the two of them sit face to face, while he clasped the ten fingers of their left hands tightly.

When the spell was activated, a faint line of blood emerged from the burning heart like a living thing, and then quickly extended to the middle finger and passed to the girl through the hand of the curse master, and then disappeared in the girl's heart.

Layers of cold sweat quickly broke out from the burning forehead due to the pain, his pale face was full of lifelessness, and his weak body slowly fell to the side. The high priest standing beside him looked at him coldly, and stretched out his hand to grab his emaciated body. Slowly leaning over his shoulders, he sat down beside Ran.

The High Priest "kindly" let Ran Xu's limp and trembling body lean against him, Ran slowly half-opened his eyes, his eyes were blank, his heavy head was forced to lean on the High Priest's shoulder, his soul seemed to be half-twitched When he was away from the state, there was no strength in his body, but the figure of that person in his mind was extremely clear.

"N... Se..."

Unexpectedly, the high priest raised his thick eyebrows and listened to him when he spoke suddenly, only to hear that this person was calling the name of the blessed King of Heroes. The body moved slightly, and the person who was leaning on him let out pitiful and hoarse whimpers, so malice arose, and the palms pressed against his upper abdomen, curling fingers and kneading slowly around, not letting go of every acupuncture point.

"Humph……"

With a sneer, he clenched his fist and pressed it suddenly on the cold and hard part of his stomach. His burning body trembled instantly, and he straightened his waist reflexively, trying to escape from his clutches, but he was helplessly pressed against his back by a big scorching palm, making him Stretching out the abdomen, there is nowhere to escape, the hand placed on the stomach spreads out and bends again, and presses down on Ran's fragile and hard stomach lightly and heavily, the sharp stinging pain makes Ran unable to even pass out, powerless He raised his hand but fell heavily before it touched his hand, watching him play with his stomach with half-down eyes.

The high priest was surprised to find that the cold and hard stomach under his hands gradually softened under his massage, and the sudden result made him feel inexplicable