Apocalypse Magician

Blood flows drop by drop, flowing through the once dried traces, intersecting with new lines, and then falling to the ground alone.

Li Xingkong didn't remember how many times he was tortured, but his whole body was covered in blood.

There was no distinction between day and night in the dark prison, but Li Xingkong, who was still thinking about the three-day appointment, was silently counting the time all the time.

It seems that I have been locked up here for a whole day and night.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Someone in front of him was beating him hard with a cane, but the question still remained at the initial stage of the interrogation, "Is it the Holy Mountain Church or another killer organization?"

Li Xingkong closed his eyes tiredly and was not prepared to answer any questions.

Specifically, since being imprisoned in this cell, Li Xingkong has not said a single word except for the word "unjust".

But now, Li Xingkong, who was numb from severe pain all over his body, didn't even bother to say he was wronged.

In fact, Li Xingkong knew in his heart that as the saying goes, talking too much will lead to mistakes, and one word may lead to his death.

The fact that he is still alive at this moment is nothing more than that he still has value, and this value is that the Killer King organization has not yet gotten the information they want from him.

No one would believe that Li Xingkong sneaked here for personal reasons, and Li Xingkong would never make up other stories. No matter whether any story was true or false, once the other party believed it to be true, Li Xingkong would be doomed.

"I advise you to tell the truth now, otherwise you won't be so relaxed when the people from the headquarters come to interrogate you." The interrogator gradually lost his patience. It seemed that torturing the suspect was also a very tiring physical job. .

Unfortunately, Li Xingkong tilted his head and had no intention of speaking.

The man no longer persisted, put down the instruments of torture, and walked straight out of the prison. Anyway, according to the organizational arrangements, at most, within one stick of incense time, someone from the headquarters who is responsible for interrogation will come to take over. And he himself didn't want to see Li Xingkong, who was more arrogant than a duck, unable to say a word all day and night.

……

At the same time, a small town near the Supreme City.

Tiny snowflakes were floating in the sky, turning into raindrops before they hit the ground, falling into the earth in a steady patter.

On the wide river, several small boats carried guests to the other side. Luo Yingxue stood alone on the bow, looking at the slightly hazy town ahead in the rain curtain.

The brother of his father, Ren Feng, lives in this small town. He is also Luo Yingxue's only relative in the world.

Climbing onto the river bank, you can see the ordinary alleys and orderly houses. Although there are no high-rise buildings in the Supreme City, it has the unique peace and tranquility of a small town.

On some muddy streets, people were running to take shelter from the rain. There was light steam at the end of the road, making it difficult to see what was going on. In the river behind you, the raindrops made ripples, like green lotuses blooming quietly.

Luo Yingxue couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy. She remembered how the rainy season in her hometown town looked like this.

"Girl, buy an umbrella." Next to her, an old man selling umbrellas looked at Luo Yingxue expectantly.

As a water magician, Luo Yingxue would not be touched by raindrops at all, but the old man in front of her was very pitiful. She had to sell umbrellas to make a living in this weather. Luo Yingxue didn't want to disappoint, so she picked up one casually.

The white oil-paper umbrella is embroidered with exquisite cherry blossom patterns, and a few white petals fall from the branches. It is very much like the courtyard at home in the past, when the trees were full of white cherry blossoms in midsummer.

However, this is also the memory Luo Yingxue least wants to think of.

A year ago, during the rainy season when her family was devastated, Luo Yingxue held up such an oil-paper umbrella embroidered with cherry blossom patterns and saw Li Xingkong pull the deadly sword away from Ren Feng's chest.

At that time, the umbrella slipped from the palm of my hand, like a withered cherry blossom in the wind, and then raindrops fell, falling into my heart with the coldness.

So at this moment, Luo Yingxue seemed to be electrocuted and wanted to throw the oil-paper umbrella back to where it was.

However, there are many memories that cannot be forgotten even if they want to, just like Luo Yingxue often thinks of Li Xingkong and the years they spent together, every bit of which is vivid in her mind.

Perhaps time is the best guide and can accurately reveal what is most important deep inside.

As time goes by, some things gradually fade away, while others become clearer.

"Let's take this one."

Luo Yingxue no longer avoided the past, held up an umbrella embroidered with cherry blossoms, and walked forward.

……

The underground palace of the Killer King organization branch.

In the dark and bloody prison, not long after the original interrogator left, a man in black wearing a ghost mask walked into the prison.

Li Xingkong had heard a little bit about characters dressed in this way, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

In the headquarters of the Killer King organization, the members who are responsible for interrogation are dressed like this.

It is said that no one can survive a day under their hands. Those so-called strong-minded people will regret why they were born in this world in the end.

"I heard that you are a tough guy." The ghost-faced man looked at Li Xingkong carefully and said in a half-smiling tone, "I like tough guys very much, but it's a pity that tough guys never like me."

Li Xingkong glanced at the ghost-faced man, then quickly turned his eyes to the ground again, still not wanting to speak.

No matter whether the opponent is as scary as the rumors say, or whether he really can't survive it, for Luo Yingxue's sake and for his own sake, Li Xingkong really wants to give it a try.

"Since you don't want to say it, I have to find a way to make you say it."

The ghost-faced man smiled sinisterly, pinched Li Xingkong's left thumb, and applied a little force to his fingertips.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and Li Xingkong seemed to hear the sound of broken knuckles, and his heart was instantly painful.

However, this is just the beginning. After the thumb, there are the index finger, middle finger... and up to the wrist. All the joints of Li Xingkong's left hand were crushed one after another, and he completely lost consciousness, as if it was just a ball of flesh hanging on his left arm.

The ghost-faced man really lived up to his reputation. The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain in this moment was greater than the entire day and night before.

"It's okay if you don't want to say who sent you here." The ghost-faced man seemed to enjoy the process of crushing human joints. "Let me change the question, what is your real purpose of sneaking here?"

In fact, the ghost-faced man never believed that Li Xingkong's goal was just an account book. After all, the account book was the most worthless thing in the secret room. The account books record what has happened, and the past cannot be changed, but the information about future action plans is the real core secret.

Therefore, in the eyes of the ghost-faced man, Li Xingkong, the suspect, must have many secrets in his body. Before these secrets are dug out, he cannot be allowed to die easily.

Unfortunately, Li Xingkong's response was a look that was so sharp that it could kill someone.

"You won't say it, right? Let's see how long you can keep your words!"

The ghost-faced man seemed a little angry. He picked up a short blade in his hand and thrust it heavily into Li Xingkong's body.

A heartbreaking pain instantly spread throughout his body. Even though Li Xingkong gritted his teeth, his facial expression inevitably began to distort. However, when the short blade was withdrawn from his body, Li Xingkong did not feel the loss of life, and not even much blood flowed out.

Then, one knife, another knife...

A total of fifty knives were inserted in different positions each time. Li Xingkong's eyes were bloodshot. Every knives were painful, and he finally felt the terror of the Ghost-Faced Man.

The knife was extremely painful, but it hardly hurt anyone's life. Therefore, before all the secrets were revealed, the prisoner would definitely not die, and even coma would be a luxury.

Perhaps people often say that life is worse than death, and that’s probably true!

At this moment, Li Xingkong fully understood why those so-called tough guys in the rumors regretted being born in this world.

Li Xingkong even began to suspect that he would kneel down and beg for mercy soon.

I really don't know how long it can last. Li Xingkong laughed secretly in his heart. It seems that we can only do our best...