Prison of Black Wounds

Falling back on the bed, I saw his slender hands gently resting on his convulsed abdomen. The appearance of silently enduring the pain did not make Nasser happy, but made him more irritable.

Long Yan helped the man to lie flat, and his brows furrowed when he saw the navel bleeding again.

"I can't wait long. The day after tomorrow is the day to go to the wood wolf tribe. I want to put on the armor." He raised his chin to the old man and said, "It's the same as I said just now, let's start."

Nasser approached the bed, his eyes fell on the pale and flat belly, his palm slowly pressed against his unhealed belly, and the trembling under his palm made him feel a little better.

Curved fingers circled the poor navel, and said in a low voice: "Curse master, the curse mark is pierced here. If you want a blooming peony, you know how to do it."

The old man respectfully stood aside, nodded silently, and said, "This subordinate knows, but this person's health doesn't seem to be good, and this curse mark is too strong, I'm afraid it won't last long."

"It doesn't matter, as many times as you can."

"Belongs to understanding."

The old man took the tools and spread them out on the bed. At this moment, the maid who was ordered by Naser to decoct the medicine just came in with the medicine bowl. Naser was about to take the medicine, but Long Yan took a step ahead.

Long Yan held the medicine bowl by his nose and sniffed it, his face immediately turned pale.

"Nather, you are crazy, he is already like this, you..."

Nasser gave him a cold look, took the medicine juice, blew it on his mouth and said, "Long Yan, you are so weird, don't you hate him?"

"Hate, but Naser, have you forgotten? This world, where there is only war, is inherently cruel. No matter how you say it, he can be regarded as a hero..."

"Hero? This kind of guy who kills innocent people indiscriminately?"

"But……"

"Don't blame Old King Wushang for all your mistakes. You also said that he is a man of flesh and blood, so why didn't he have any mercy when he killed my unarmed Lianguo people? And my burning, I deserve to be cruel by him Treat and kill?" Naser also glared at Long Yan with red eyes.

Long Yan gritted his teeth. He knew that as long as that person was involved in everything, Naser would lose his composure, so it was useless to say more now.

Nassar withdrew his eyes and sat down on the side of the bed with the medicine bowl in his hand. He rudely lifted the man's naked and pale body and let him lean on the thick soft pillow. The teacher said: "You also start quickly."

The person leaning weakly on the thick pillow half-opened his eyes, but his slightly parted lips remained motionless, but a wave appeared on his originally indifferent face.

"You must be familiar with this medicine, right? It can improve the five senses of human beings, make an ordinary person lift a thousand catties, make the injured forget the pain, and feel full of energy. It's really easy to use... Don't you think so?"

The black concoction was forcibly poured into his mouth, and the bitter and familiar taste instantly spread in his mouth. A strong fishy smell made him deeply frown, and he wanted to vomit...

"If you dare to spit out a little, I will give you ten times the amount."

Suddenly, his thin body suddenly lifted his dark eyes and landed on Nasser's face.

Naser looked at him coldly, his black pupils like stagnant water always aroused his anger for some reason, Naser stared at his pale face, but yelled at the curser: "Why haven't you started yet?"

"Your Majesty thought that His Majesty would give medicine first..."

"Hurry up."

"Yes."

The exquisite carving knife in the hand of the curse master lightly scratched beside the pale navel, his technique was very ingenious, the wound was neither light nor heavy, except for a red line, there was no bleeding.

But the place that was already seriously injured couldn't stand the slightest bit of torture, the abdomen trembled slightly due to the knife.

The slender hand covered it uncontrollably, but Naser grabbed it and pressed it to his side.

The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When Nasser persistently put a spoonful of concoction on his lips again, the black pupils slowly opened and lifted up as before. , but Naser looked a little annoyed.

The spoon touched the ashes against his lips: "Drink quickly, don't let this king lose interest."

After a long time, the dry lips finally opened gently, and slowly drank the concoction that Nasser sent to his mouth. Every mouthful felt like burning pain, and the navel was already so painful that it felt a little numb, as if it was burning inside. The excruciating pain began to yell again, he couldn't restrain the twitching and trembling of his body, he could only silently endure to prevent the □□ from spilling out of his mouth again.

Naser watched him indifferently swallowing the concoction one mouthful at a time. The appearance of accepting his fate made him feel a little uncomfortable. He was already trembling with pain, and the cold sweat had dried layer after layer, but he still remained silent. It made Nasser annoyed that all his attacks were in the water.

Suddenly, his pale body slanted to the side after a huge tremor. Naser quickly grabbed his thin shoulders and let him lean back. Looking down, he saw a dark red gleam from the corner of his pale mouth. Bloodshot, while his hands hanging by his sides slowly lifted up and tried to press down on his abdomen again.

The hair on the forehead and cheeks were all wet with cold sweat.

Looking at his navel again, the peony has already been half finished, and Naser can't take his eyes off the half. This feeling is like seeing the bright red peony on the back of the man's neck when he hugged the boy for the first time. Usually shocked.

Naser pulled back those powerless hands and fixed them by his side, but they were persistent in relieving the pain of their master. Seeing Naser was a little annoyed, he simply exerted force on his arm, followed by a crisp sound, then The persistent hands fell down softly, and the trembling of the man became even more severe.

Seeing this, Long Yan, who was standing beside him, burst into anger, stared at Nasser's back for a while, and then simply ran to the corner and started grinding the medicine, so that he could see nothing.

The magic master's skills are indeed top-notch. In such a short period of time, the peony has come to life, and it looks even more beautiful and moving as the man's abdomen rises and falls. It's just that the man has lost all strength at this moment, and he can barely rely on Naser's strength Sitting, so the conjurer who put away his tools was a little hesitant to cast the spell now.

Nasser nodded to him and said, "Don't worry, the medicine should have started to work, let's start."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, the curse master put his hands together in front of his chest and murmured the curse in his mouth. Gradually, a burst of silver light appeared in his palm.

"Um..."

At this moment, Naser heard a low sound, and lowered his eyes, feeling a sudden pain in his heart when he saw the man's empty pupils.

His face was still as pale as paper, but his lips were stained with blood. His dead black pupils looked at Nasser quietly for a while, and finally closed them gently. When he landed on a blooming peony, a vain smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Naser suddenly felt a throbbing pain in the forehead, and there was a momentary blankness in front of his eyes, and his heart felt heavy for some reason, as if he was pressed by a boulder and couldn't breathe for a while.

He leaned down and whispered in the man's ear, "What are you laughing at?"

"..."

Get only silence of course.

Naser pinched his chin angrily, forcing him to face himself: "I ask you why are you laughing? Say it!"

The curse master's hand on his belly became heavier and heavier, and the silver light made his skin paler. His whole body was already tense from the pain, and he still had no strength to speak, but Naser still couldn't let go of that subtle smile. .

Seeing him close his eyes, Naser thought he was deliberately ignoring him, so he forcefully opened his eyelids with his hands.

"Who allowed you to close your eyes? Look at me! Answer my question!"

Naser's deep roar was undoubtedly another kind of torture for him. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Stop yelling, he can't answer you at all now." Long Yan was standing behind Nasser at some point, continuing to pound the medicine in his hands, and said flatly, "And...he can't see you at all."

Hearing the words, Naser was all over for a while, and stared at the man's eyes in disbelief. It took a long time to digest Long Yan's words, and said in a daze, "You said...you can't see it?"

Long Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I can't see it."

"..."

"impossible!!"

Naser stared at Long Yan angrily.

The strong emotion rising from the bottom of his heart at this moment almost made him lose control.

Nasser held the man's pale face unwillingly, trying to find a gleam of clarity from those empty black eyes, but unfortunately the man's trembling interrupted him, and he saw that the palm of the curse master placed on the center of his navel was gone. It sank deeply into his thin abdomen, but the person whose shoulder bones were removed couldn't even raise his hand to comfort himself.

His weak body should have no strength to fight against the pain caused by this seal, but now he raised his upper body abruptly, and after spouting a mouthful of blood, he could no longer suppress the pain, but his voice was too loud. Hoarse, as if stuck in the throat, unable to vent.

Nasser retreated to the side, refraining from the gaffe just now, whether it was due to emotional fluctuations or the recent long-term insomnia, his eyes were bloodshot, and his temples were throbbing.

Suddenly, a thought flashed by, he frowned and looked at Long Yan and said, "Is his voice also..."

At this moment, Long Yan had completely calmed down his emotions. He decided not to pity a person who was about to die, because this person was a sinner to Nasser and many people, and there was really no possibility of successful intercession. That person's body couldn't withstand the curse of the curse master, but it was the best.

"Haaah...uh..."

Just as Long Yan was about to speak, he saw the man standing upright again, his thin body trembling and twitching unceasingly, the light in the curse master's hand gradually faded, and the black curse mark was drawn outward from his navel.