Prison of Black Wounds

The life of killing.

Presumably that "killer" is the best masterpiece of King Wushang.

"Tell me what you know."

Nasser crossed his legs and looked down at these frightened pale and trembling people.

"I, we don't know anything..."

Nasser narrowed his eyes and looked at these frightened people. After a month of cross-examination, the mental pressure must have reached its limit. So far, he can't find out why. Substantial stuff.

Naser rubbed his throbbing forehead, waved helplessly to the guard next to him and said, "Take them down, all of them will be dispatched to Burning City, and they will never leave the city."

"Yes."

Listening anxiously to those people who said "thank you" repeatedly without knowing where they were going to be taken, he smiled wryly, and his eyes fell on the three big men who were left behind.

I think it took a lot of thought to subdue these three at the beginning. They were all twice as tall and strong as ordinary people, and they carried huge strength. Their arms were as thick as adult men. Even dozens of well-trained elite soldiers could not catch them. In the end Nasser himself captured them.

According to those survivors just now, these people are all barbarians who were captured and trained by King Wushang when they were young. They are usually placed at the front of the team and used as shields when they go into battle. These three are probably specially used to see the castle. Guards, if Naser remembered correctly, the place where they were guarding was a torture chamber in this dungeon.

"How about it?"

Nassar looked at a guard next to him.

"Returning to Your Majesty, they have all undergone rigorous training, and ordinary doses don't work at all, so we gave them ten times the dose of ordinary people, but this also caused great harm to their bodies, so... Ask There is only one chance."

Nasser nodded to him, stood up and looked at the three people who had become stupid.

Since the people outside the castle don't know, then the people inside the castle should know something, right?

"So, have any of you ever seen a boy with a peony on the back of his neck?"

The three of them stood there for a few seconds and then shook their heads in a daze.

"Tsk..." Nasser frowned displeasedly: "Then, the man named Ran, you know? Some people say...he was brought here in the end."

"..."

Minutes passed, and Naser closed his sore eyes from insomnia. When Rui opened it, he had recovered his usual calmness. He waved to the guards and said, "Forget it, take it down."

Unexpectedly, just as the guards responded and prepared to take people away, one of them spoke in a daze, and let out an indistinct voice, which made Naser's whole body excited, "burning... Be strong..."

The corner of Naser's mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile, he strode forward and squatted in front of the big man: "Come on, tell me in detail, slowly..."

"Whip...hehehe..." The man rolled his eyes, he didn't know what was going on in his mind, but it made Naser very uncomfortable. Then, he saw the other party showing a wretched smile, and the voice was even more disgusting: "Skin... so slippery..."

"Damn! Can't you let him talk properly?"

Nasser glared at the soldier beside him.

"This... I'm afraid it can't be done anymore."

The guard said in embarrassment.

"Why don't you let me tell you..."

Naser turned around in surprise, the guards around him were one step ahead of him and surrounded the people who came in silently.

That man's entire body was wrapped in a black cloak, his back was slightly bent, his voice was old, and he should be very old.

Nasser looked at her warily: "Who are you?"

"Hehe, I'm just an old woman who delivers meals to this cell, and of course that special torture room is also included."

Nasser narrowed his eyes and looked at her, but he didn't see anything wrong. After all, she was just an old woman and could not pose any threat.

"How did you get in?" The outside was heavily guarded, how easy is it for a mere old woman to come in?

The old woman shook her head and laughed: "I already live in the castle, why do I need to come in?"

"You said you live in the castle? How is this possible? We have already searched every corner of the castle." The guard standing in front of Nassar shouted unconvinced.

The old woman giggled and said, "I can only say that you don't know much about this castle. There are many dark rooms and secret passages here. If these young kings are interested, I can point them out for you."

Nasser lowered his guard against her slightly, and said with a light smile, "Then I will ask the old lady to teach you more, but now I am more interested in another thing that the old lady knows..."

"Then can you give me a glass of water?"

Nasser ordered hot tea and chairs to be brought, and waited patiently for the old woman to speak.

The story of the old woman was neither long nor short, but it was the first time that Nasser had such a deep understanding of that person.

He thought he once loved him very much, but he didn't expect that he had so little memory of him except his name and the temperature of his body.

The promise to wait was not so much an oath as it was a willful request from Nasser's side.

He is just attracted by his purity which is different from this world. He needs him to fill the emptiness in his heart and the pure land around that person. To put it mildly, he is afraid that he will be persecuted by the war and get hurt. It's just a stumbling block on the battlefield.

ridiculous……

If you really love him, why didn't you take him away then?

"Then you are old lady?"

Naser had already poured water for the old woman himself at some point, but everything went with the flow.

The old lady drank the hot tea that the young king made for herself, sighed and said: "I was originally Miss Okihime's attendant, only people like me who are over half a century old will be assigned to Miss Okihime, she is a Such a beautiful and gentle person, it's a pity..."

Oborohime, Ran's mother, a beautiful dancer, is also a plaything passed on between men, but she has a tough heart. She fell in love with the son of the former head of the Lanlong clan, but was imprisoned and raped by King Wushang. , and the son of the former patriarch who wanted to rescue his lover, who was also the nephew of King Wushang, was captured by King Wushang after breaking into the castle several times and was brutally executed. Show it to the public on the altar.

Oborohime also stopped crying after that, and resigned to her fate to become King Wushang's plaything, and gave birth to a baby boy a few months later. At this time, King Wushang, who had a new love, also lost interest in Oborogi. Regardless of her life or death, it wasn't until I accidentally bumped into Ran who was playing in the back mountain that he remembered the woman who had fascinated him, but was disappointed when he saw Okihime again. After all, the beauty of a woman is not permanent. When she thought that everything would die with her old age and only wanted her son to grow up safely, King Wushang put his mind on the 13-year-old boy.

The old lady didn't know what happened to the boy and Oborohime after they were taken away, but when she saw him again, it was in this torture room specially prepared for him.

"It's so miserable, it's inhumane... No piece of flesh on his body is complete, and sometimes even the bones can be seen deep. There is always blood pooling under his body. Daily whipping is almost necessary. They use needles to pierce him. stabbed his stomach with a bamboo stick, and even slowly pierced his entire abdomen and chest into a hedgehog with a thin soft silver needle. I knew that every breath he took was very hard, but he still persisted tenaciously. , I worked very hard when feeding him, because he couldn’t swallow at all, because his teeth were badly injured, so I could only bring him liquid food, but he spit out a mouthful with a lot of blood ...My old woman can't do anything, just looking at it like this, gradually...became numb, I just hope they can kill him quickly, but that old Wang is a lunatic, he even let those people...defile him ..."

When the old woman said this, she wasn’t very moved. As she said, she was already numb, but it made Naser’s heart hurt as if he had been pinched and twisted. He couldn’t imagine how the boy endured those terrible punishments. However, his burning never yelled for mercy from the beginning to the end. He endured what ordinary people could not bear just for the oath with himself.

"At that time, I vaguely heard what he was talking about. So..." the old lady raised her head, revealing a pair of kind eyes under the hat, "So that's your name."

Nasser put his hand lightly on his chest, took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down from the huge wave.

"Then what happened later? What happened to him...?"

In fact, the result is doomed. How can there be any possibility of surviving such torture?

But the old lady didn't give the result, just said: "I don't know about this. I went to deliver food that day as usual, and I happened to see them dragging him away. I'm not sure whether he is alive or dead, but after that, I will never die again." I haven't seen him..."

Nasser closed his eyes in pain, endured the headaches one after another, and the boy's broken body and broken calls appeared in his mind. Although he didn't hear it with his own ears, every sound was unforgettable.

As time passed, Naser finally calmed down his emotions. At this moment, he felt very tired, and he didn't even bother to hate the culprit. If he could get his fuel back, he would rather just be a commoner, and fight for the world to expand his territory. , even if there is no him, there will always be someone who will do it, right?

But that was the end of the matter, and waking up to grief only made things messier.

"Thank you anyway."

Naser ordered his servants to prepare a place for the old woman and take good care of it. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, have you ever seen a person in black armor come in here?"

"In black armor?"

The old woman looked at Nasser suspiciously: "Why don't you know? Ever since Old King Wushang killed