Dark Redemption of Elf

He cursed viciously, and his body felt like tearing pain. Every cell in his body was filled with unbearable numbness, swelling, burning, and severe pain...

Just like the physical and mental torture caused after the first miss.

Unlevel combat skill: "Fake Death".

When he is on the verge of death, he puts his body in a state of suspended animation. After a certain period of time, through the stimulation of arc fighting energy hidden in his body, he activates his brain in a state of suspended animation, and with the precious spring water of life, he can save himself from the edge of death.

When he was captured by mistake for the first time, he was tortured in every possible way. Finally, he realized the "suspended death" and successfully climbed out of the grave through this skill.

But this will be accompanied by permanent brain trauma and personality defects. This is the second time she has used it, and the side effects are not even the slightest bit worse than the first time.

The spring water of life is a rare treasure in the world. It can quickly repair physical wounds and is worth as much as the flower of Shelley.

"Hahahahaha, kill you! Kill you"

His consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and what came out of his eyes were no longer tears, but tears of blood. Two figures appeared in front of his eyes. In the end, the painful screams turned into a suffocating maniacal laughter.

......

"Ariel, what's wrong?" Ayton looked at the girl next to him in confusion.

"Brother, did you hear anything?" Ariel looked at the dark hills behind her with a serious look.

Ayton listened intently, and a headwind blew by. He heard nothing. He shook his head and said, "Maybe it's some wild dog barking again. Ignore it. Let's go back and see how Xingye is doing."

"Ok"

......

"Sir, I can't see anyone."

"Boss, I didn't find the attic either..."

"Boss..."

"Fart! When I came here, I saw someone on the balcony on the second floor. Find me quickly. Even if the land is overturned, I still have to find him!"

"Lord Blackhand, a patrol has come to the South District, and the leader seems to be the eldest lady of the Campbell family."

"...Forget it, stop looking, let's retreat!"

On the dark and narrow underground stairs, a beam of sunlight shines through the gap. The two girls hide quietly inside, and the noise outside gradually weakens.

Xingye's suspended little heart slowly dropped. She looked at the strange girl who was still calm under the stone slab, and she felt grateful from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you, my name is Xingye, what's yours?"

Seeing the black-fingered man leaving, the girl with fluffy blond short hair turned her head, glanced at her, then pushed her aside, and silently walked towards the invisible deep stairs below.

"Hello, where are you going?" Xingye was not angry at the other party's brutal behavior just now, but followed him nervously.

"Keep your voice down, they might come back." A voice without any emotion came. Xingye shrank her head and followed her silently.

After a while, the girl touched a groove where a box of old matches was stored.

With a swish sound, the weak firelight illuminated the faces of two twelve-year-old girls. Only then did Xingye have time to look at her appearance. They were wearing beggar-like rags, and their original childish faces seemed to have been deliberately blackened. The gray, fluffy blond hair has not been taken care of for too long, covering half of her face. He seems to be a little shorter than her.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" Xingye looked at the other person's tough look that didn't match her age and couldn't help but ask cautiously.

"Raya..." She glanced at the starry night, turned around and took out a candle with only half left in it, and lit it when the match was about to burn out.

The joy of surviving the disaster appeared on Xingye's face: "Thank you, Sister Raya"

The originally dark space became slightly brighter, and Xingye raised his head curiously, looking at this temporary shelter.

Suddenly, there was a clanking sound, and the dagger slipped from the palm of his hand, but Xingye didn't bother to pick it up, his expression froze on his face, and a bone-chilling coldness spread from his back to his limbs.

Wherever she looked, there were rusty and cold handcuffs and shackles...tangled hemp ropes and leather straps...a sturdy and upright Xing frame table...as well as many horrific torture instruments that she had never seen or heard of before.

The seat whip covered with barbs, the suffocating iron plow point awl, the blood-stained wooden stake cross.

"This...this..." Xingye's lips trembled, and her body moved backwards in fear. Not only her legs, but even every breath she took, was trembling.

This place...what happened! ?

"Are you scared?" Raya seemed very satisfied with Xingye's performance. She fixed the candle on the stove and looked at her terrified look meaningfully.

Xingye's lips were speechless due to fear, her body kept retreating, and her head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Ha..." A strange expression appeared at the corner of Raya's mouth, and she suddenly rushed towards her.

"Ah!" Xingye screamed, and was startled by the other party's sudden upheaval and fell to the ground, her butt hurting from the fall.

But Raya's target was not Starry Night, but bent down to pick up the Netherworld dagger she dropped, and looked at it with interest.

"Well, this dagger is good. Did your 'mistress' lend it to you?" Raya said the word "master" very heavily.

Xingye squatted on the ground with his head buried deeply. Hearing Raya's words, he first nodded, and then shook his head vigorously.

"Sister Ariel lent it to me..."

"Haha..." Raya let out a disdainful laugh and fumbled for the dagger in her hand. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. So she made a decision and threw the curled-edged dagger in the short sheath behind her waist in front of Xingye, and inserted the Netherworld dagger into it.

Xingye's face changed slightly, she looked at the other party blankly, and said in a trembling voice: "Sister Raya, this is what sister Ariel lent to me, you can't take it away."

"Take it away?" Raya sneered twice and said, "I didn't take it away, I just borrowed it for a while."

"Borrow it? No, no, sister Raya, can you return it to me? This is really not my thing."

Xingye begged and shook her head repeatedly, but there was no trace of pity in the blue eyes that the other party looked at her, but instead, there was deep disdain.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing, I'll give it to you in a while, be careful the black-fingered guy is here again." Raya shouted impatiently.

Xingye lowered his head pitifully. Suddenly, noisy footsteps came from the corridor above. Sure enough, it was the group of black-fingered people who hurried back, quickly searched all the rooms, and then disappeared like a tide.

The atmosphere calmed down, and Raya still had no intention of leaving with Xingye. Instead, she walked around the dark and terrifying basement, her eyes flashing slightly, as if she was recalling something unforgettable.

"Hey, do you believe in God?"

Xingye was stunned for a moment, looking at the Netherworld dagger in her clothes, and shook her head slightly.

"Don't believe it? That's great." Raya didn't pay attention to Xingye's faint protest and said to herself.

"You must be curious about where this place is, do you want to hear it?" Raya picked up a rusty handcuff and shook the dust off it.

Xingye hesitated for a while, but still couldn't control his inner curiosity and nodded. But just because of this nod, it became the beginning of her nightmare.

A smile that chilled the entire body appeared on Raya's lips, and she spoke in a robotic voice: "Look carefully at the surroundings, how beautiful and pleasant it is. It's like a secret dungeon, seemingly dedicated to interrogation work. But in fact, haha, they are some nobles... satisfying their perverted and ugly desires."

At the beginning of the story, Raya's facial expression gradually became distorted, and the bones and joints of her hands were twisted together, making Xingye shivering in the corner.

"Right here." Raya suddenly pointed to a cross, and her voice contained an unimaginable gloominess.

"A girl who is about two years older than you was hung up and tortured to death by a noble with a human face and an animal heart using almost all the props. She had a very cheerful personality, and each of us affectionately called her sister."

Xingye's pupils shrank suddenly, and her delicate body trembled violently: "Sister Raya..."

"And this!" Raya pointed to the seats covered with barbs again. The black blood stains on them probably couldn't be washed away, no matter how hard they were washed.

"pull…"

"An eighteen-year-old nun in white clothes was tied to it and screamed for a whole day and night. She finally died of exhaustion."

"don't want…"

"Oh, by the way, she is the one who believes in gods the most among us. At first, she prayed devoutly to the goddess of light. In the end, she said that she got a response from the god, so...she was relieved, haha."

"Stop talking..." Xingye covered her ears, but Raya seemed to be lost in memories, and the volume suddenly increased, which was very harsh.

"This wooden stake...well, a girl about the same age as you, with the same personality as you, likes to cry, is timid, and is tied to it. I only remember that the devil only used a whip at that time, and I don't know. Did she die of pain or excessive bleeding?”

"Ah!" Xingye finally couldn't help but cry, his expression full of pain, as if he would collapse at any time.

"..." Raya seemed to have come to her senses, and the irresolvable resentment in her eyes quickly passed away.

"Where...is this place, Sister Raya..." Xingye asked with a tearful tone.

Raya looked at the wooden bed that had not yet been introduced, then looked at the iron chain in the corner, and slowly uttered two words in her mouth.

"hell…"

Hell... a simple word, for the first time Xingye felt it so much, and for the first time in her heart, she felt that the scenes she had encountered these days might be nothing compared to the girls of the same age in front of her.

But as the atmosphere became colder and quieter, Xingye moved his body, which had been stiff for some time, and turned his head to look at the light coming in from the gap. Someone vaguely came in again.