Lord Xie Wang's Peerless First Love

Qiu Xu said: "It turned out to be that candied haws. He is known as Ji Lingshan's number one ghost slayer, so he was caught so easily! Heh, the people in Ji Lingshan are nothing more than that. Hmph, his hands are covered at a young age." The blood of my people is just the punishment of the rose whip, it is too kind for him."

Qianwu pointed to He Liancheng who was struggling and screaming in the mirror, and reminded: "Look carefully, he is not a soul. If you overdo it, you will die."

Qiu Xu was shocked. "What!"

Qian Wudao: "If it is a human body, it should be automatically excluded from the Nether Realm. But the body and soul of the Ghost Slayer are combined into one, and the soul does not exist when a person dies."

Qiu Xu said: "So he voluntarily formed a soul contract with someone from our clan and sold his soul? How is it possible, how could he come here voluntarily?"

Qianwu sneered, and said: "It seems that things are not that simple. I don't know what trick Qianxue is playing, and what is she going to do."

After finishing speaking, he went directly to the abyss of sin.

The Abyss of Sin is located ten thousand feet below the land of the Nether Realm.There is a darker, colder, and crueler place than the Nether Realm.All ghosts who have committed crimes, regardless of their status, are imprisoned here.

In the pit of evil, no prisoner will die.On the contrary, he will live forever, and every day and every hour of his life, he will be tortured repeatedly and repeatedly.

The Abyss of Sin is a place of purgatory where people struggle and suffer on the verge of life and death.There are 72 floors of prisons in total, and the punishments on each floor are different.

The moment the door to the Abyss of Sin opened, just hearing the tragic howl erupting from the ground was enough to scare a person out of their wits.

If you walk through these 72 layers of abyss one by one, you will see that some people are rubbed back and forth by blunt knives little by little, grinding their flesh and bones until their bodies are ground in half.

Some people were cut up by Ling Chi, and then their blood vessels were cut off, and their bones were removed until the whole person was dismantled into a puddle of mud.

There are also people who are steamed in boiling water. From the most superficial skin and flesh, to the meridians in the body, to the bones under the meridians, to the internal organs, every hair and skin of the body are burned to swollen in the hot boiling water. Soft, whitish and festering, and finally turned into a pot of stinky water.

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Death is the end of one punishment and the beginning of the next.

The shattered body was reborn again and again after death, and the tormented pain pulled the terrified consciousness again and again.You will always feel the fear of being tortured to death, but you will never be truly relieved.

He Liancheng was unconscious, and he didn't know how many times he passed out.

The sharp thorns on the rose whip scraped the skin like poisonous needles, pierced into the flesh and pulled continuously, making small and deep cuts in the flesh.

He Liancheng could clearly feel the bouncing and twitching of his body as if being pulled when countless icy needles cut through his veins.When the needle tip is scratched on the bone, you can even hear a harsh friction sound.When the internal organs were cut, the blood spurted out violently, leaving a void and suffocation.

It is no longer a feeling that can be described by comfortable and simple words such as 'pain' or 'pain'.

For half a month, the continuous day and night punishments and tortures have completely destroyed Heliancheng's dignity, integrity, persistence and hope.Instead, the thought of death hovered in my heart and mind, and every moment was stronger than the previous moment.

If someone said that he wanted to kill himself, he would be extremely grateful to him, and he would be willing to pray and kowtow to him, just to die.

Qianwu looked coldly at the densely packed red wounds on Heliancheng's body, his cold eyes were extremely beautiful but remained indifferent.

He Liancheng's head drooped limply like a heavy burden, and every strand of hair on his head became an unbearable burden.

Qianwu waved his hand to put down the iron chain, and Heliancheng's powerless body fell to his knees and prostrated at Qianwu's feet. Qianwu raised one hand, and the spiritual power penetrated Heliancheng's head. "Let me take a look, Qian Renxue's conspiracy."

Qianwu closed his eyes, watching the intermittent and somewhat chaotic scenes that flashed through Heliancheng's mind.

Qian Renxue's shadow did not appear in the screen, it just changed randomly and disorderly.

For a while, it was the ghost-slayer master controlled by the evil spirits, for a while it was the white-faced ghost of the Shangyuan Festival, for a while it was the red yin and yang flowers in Ji Lingshan.

Qian Wu couldn't help being a little disappointed because he didn't see Qian Xue's figure from the beginning to the end.

"Forget it, it's just a waste of time to continue. Qianxue is a scheming person, so she hid it well this time. Hmph."

Just when he was about to withdraw his spiritual power, the figure of a child flashed in front of him, catching Qianwu's sight.

Clean clothes, long black hair, walking alone in a lush green forest.

"Acheng, wait for me!"

The child stopped when he heard the sound, and turned around slowly.

Qianwu's heartbeat stopped suddenly the moment he saw the child's facial features.It was as if there were countless thorns growing on his back, and his body was stabbed fiercely.

The child was himself.The self who was injured by the fire of purgatory ten years ago, lost his memory and spiritual power, and wandered in the world.

How could his appearance remain in his memory?

Qianwu couldn't believe it and stared at He Liancheng who was no different from a dead person.

Could it be that he is the child he has been looking for?

Qianwu fell to his knees in a daze, cupping Heliancheng's face with his slender and cold fingers, his hands trembling uncontrollably due to excitement and surprise.

The one that trembled the most was his own heart, as if he had been picked up and hung above the fire, as if it was being roasted by the raging fire, and it was scorching violently one after another.

"Who are you..." The low, dry voice was mixed with tension, anticipation and a hint of rejected wish.

"......who I am......"

"Tell me who you really are!"

bang bang~ bang bang~,

In the entire bloody Rose Prison, there is only the sound of Qianwu's heartbeat at this moment, longing for the truth, clamoring in his ears hurriedly.

"I am...Jing...Cang..."