The sky and water

After being stunned for a while, Cheng Shanshui realized that he was stunned in front of all his subordinates. He felt very ashamed, so he turned his head quickly and forced himself not to look into those eyes.He raised his hand, wanting to slap the face that made him lose his mind, but sadly found that this person was much taller than him, and he was hung up again, and it was very difficult to slap him himself.There is no way, no matter how high the martial arts are, it cannot make up for the shortcomings of height.

He really wanted to put a few bricks under his feet, but felt that it was too shameful. After a while, he shook his head lightly, hiding his frustration, stretched out his hand, pointed at the taller thug, and said, "You, come here, Slap him twenty times!"

The thug obeyed the order, and quickly walked over, without saying a word, he swung his palm as big as a cattail fan, and slapped that delicate face.He felt that he only got three useless words after typing for a long time, he was full of aggrieved, and he was afraid that the hall master would blame him, so he tried his best to perform in front of the hall master at this moment.I saw that pale face was violently turned to one side by him, and turned back again, like a butterfly struggling in a hurricane.The original paleness gradually became red and swollen, with clear palm prints on it, and the messy black hair danced gently with the wind of the palm, in the poignant beauty, there was a sense of grace.

Cheng Shanshui stood in front of him, staring at those dark green eyes.Those eyes did not close in order to escape, but kept open, and there was still no expression in the fierce beating.

Pain, humiliation, fear... nothing, just like a pool of still water, without a single ripple.

"Master, it's over!"

Hearing this voice, Cheng Shanshui came back to his senses, thought for a while, grabbed a handful of coarse salt from the jar under the corner, approached him, and without explanation, rubbed the salt into a spot on his chest. in the open wound.

When splashed with salt water, most people would struggle and scream. The pure salt entered the wound. This pain is definitely not something that humans can bear!Cheng Shanshui showed a cunning face, rubbing his hands on the wound vigorously, pushing the rough salt grains deeper, while raising his head, looking at the cheek covered by black hair again.

Unexpectedly, it was still silent.

"Put him down and bring the pegboard." His tone was still calm, as if he had expected this person's reaction long ago.

The thugs pulled the chains and lowered his body, removing the stone locks from his feet, not letting go of the bleeding wrists all the way, but adjusting the angle so that he could just kneel on a peg board.

The nail board was covered with iron nails inches long. They stepped on his legs and made him kneel down. The muffled sound of the iron nails piercing through the flesh was shocking, and the blood flowed out, staining the thick nails red. plate.

It hurts, it will definitely hurt, the leg was already badly injured, many nails were directly inserted into the wound, and as soon as they were inserted to the end, they raged deep in the flesh and blood, but there was still no sound.

His hands were still hanging high, but he was a little closer to Cheng Shanshui than before. At this moment, Cheng Shanshui could see clearly that his ten fingers were pierced with steel needles, and there were faint traces of burns where the needles were inserted. It was obvious that the steel needle was burned red and pierced it in. It is expected that he was still the same as now, without saying a word, right?

Looking closely, those hands are very beautiful, slender but powerful, pale and slender fingers, not as delicate as a woman, but have a more perfect shape.If he was not a member of the Demon Cult, Cheng Shanshui would definitely not be willing to torture these hands.

But at this time, he is the head of the punishment hall of Yinjiange, and he is the servant of the leader of the Demon Cult. Cheng Shanshui is extremely smart and never loses his head.

"Put his hand down." Cheng Shanshui said slowly, the bloodlust in his eyes lessened unknowingly.

When the thugs heard this, they immediately understood that he was going to torture those hands.They were already well-trained, but they were eager to perform at this time. Soon, they locked the wrists that had just been released and fixed them on the stone execution platform in front of them.

The man just coughed lightly and spit out a mouthful of blood, then there was no more sound.After experiencing such torture, he didn't pass out, but raised his head slightly and looked forward.In front of him, there was only the dirty blood-stained wall, but his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall, the messy instruments of torture in front of him, and all the joys and sorrows in this world, precariously, lost in the distant place. The place is like a lone goose flying all over the world, never finding its destination.

"Master Cheng, which one should you use first?" The tall thug asked respectfully, holding a bunch of torture tools, such as pliers, pliers, and iron nails.Those instruments of torture are terrifying. Although they will be cleaned every time they are used up, they will never be washed away, the deep smell of blood.

Cheng Shanshui raised his eyes and glanced at the instruments of torture, but did not answer, but turned to the tortured person, grabbed his hair, let his face show, looked straight into his eyes, and said word by word: "Ten fingers to heart , you should say something."

As expected, the man still didn't react at all, as if the cruel world in front of him didn't exist.

Cheng Shanshui was annoyed, he moved quickly, let go of his hair, quickly pulled out the dagger he was carrying, and stabbed it down fiercely. When Xu Zigui saw it clearly, he saw that the pale left hand had been pierced through the palm of his hand by the dagger and nailed to it. On the stone platform.

There was still no screaming or screaming, but there was some reaction after all. The man turned his head, looked sadly at Cheng Shanshui's cold face, and finally spoke, but what he said made everyone present People were all taken aback and at a loss.

His bloodless thin lips slowly opened, his voice was a little low, but very round, with a hint of hoarseness due to his weakness, he spoke slowly and clearly, enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"I'm dying."

There was no sadness or joy, as if what he was talking about was not himself at all, but the sadness hidden in those eyes did not escape Cheng Shanshui's eyes.

Before he finished speaking, blood gushed out of his mouth.The bright red blood immediately stained that pale face, dyed the cold stone platform in front of him, and the equally cold green brick floor.This blood didn't flow in a single line like before, nor did it spit out mouth by mouth, but it seemed that his internal organs had been crushed into blood, and a cavity of hot blood rushed out of his mouth impatiently.It couldn't be stopped at all, as if it would never stop, until the blood flowed out.

Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect this result at all.It stands to reason that although he was seriously injured, he was not fatal. Why would he...

Cheng Shanshui was also taken aback, but his reaction was much faster than those of his subordinates. He rushed up and straightened his body that had fallen limply on the stone platform. His subordinates kept patting several big holes on his chest and abdomen. Only then could it barely stop the rushing blood.

The man had lost consciousness, and fell softly on Cheng Shanshui's body, and buried his face in his chest unconsciously.His voice was very weak, only Cheng Shanshui could hear his voice clearly at this moment.

"Qinglan, I'm sorry."

These five words are dreamlike, ethereal and elusive. Cheng Shanshui knows that they are not the product of consciousness at all. If he is awake, he will never say them.For a moment, great curiosity suddenly arose in his heart: Who is he?What has he been through?What kind of experience could make him endure this silently?Also, Qinglan, who is it?

Can't let him die!He is dead, how to answer these questions!

Thinking of this, Cheng Shanshui felt panic in his heart, reached out and grabbed his right wrist, feeling the irregular pulse.

Cheng Shanshui was very smart since he was a child, he has a photographic memory, he can use poison, and he can also use medicine. At this moment, as soon as he put his hands together, he knew why this man suddenly vomited blood.

A hundred days of cone heart scattered!

It seemed that someone had poisoned him a hundred days ago. If he got the antidote within a hundred days, he would be able to survive. Otherwise, he would suffer severe pain all over his body until he died!

Du Cheng Shanshui knew that the pain was terribly painful, it could make people roll all over the floor, and even die on their own.A few years ago, it was used as a poison for torture in the torture hall. I don’t know how many hard-spoken people succumbed to this inhuman pain. Later, it was banned because of the strong opposition of those old scholars.Could it be that this person, for such a long time just now, in addition to enduring the torture of the Xingtang, did he also have to endure the severe pain caused by Bai Ri Xin San?how could he...

Cheng Shanshui suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if his heart had been pierced by an awl, the pain was unbearable.I haven't had this pain in many years.

He bit his lower lip lightly, pulled out the dagger that pierced his palm, untied the torture device that locked his hands, lifted his thin body, let his legs leave the cruel nail board, and hugged him, knowing that he listened Not yet, still solemnly said in his ear: "If I can't save you today, I won't be called Cheng Shanshui!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to Xu Zigui who was stunned in place: "Go, get my medicine box!"

The man's body was covered in blood, which stained Cheng Shanshui's head, hands and face, but Cheng Shanshui couldn't care less.Although the man is tall, he is very thin, so he is not heavy. Cheng Shanshui has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is very strong. It is actually easy to hold him, but he is too tall, and his weak arms inevitably drag on the ground. , Cheng Shanshui remembered that steel needles were still pierced on his fingertips, so he repeatedly raised his hands to hold him higher, so as not to let the rough stone slabs of the torture chamber torture his hands, although he knew that this person was unconscious at the moment.

"It's nothing, why are you so tall! Get in the way!" Cheng Shanshui said bitterly. He didn't know that he would say this sentence many times later.

In the side room of the punishment hall, a group of people looked helplessly at their hall master busying himself around. Xu Zigui was familiar with Cheng Shanshui's diet and daily life, and could still help him with some things, while the others couldn't help at all. superior

The thugs only know how to beat people, they don't know anything about saving people, and today, for the first time, they know that Master Cheng's ability to save people is no worse than beating people!

"Zigui, go get my needle box, and that box in the corner! You guys, come over and press it for me. If you can't do anything else, can you help him stop the bleeding? How stupid!" Cheng Shanshui said A pill to protect the heart veins was stuffed into the mouth, and he shouted.

This person is really dangerous now. It can be seen that his internal energy is not weak, but at this moment he has suffered a serious internal injury, unable to use internal energy to protect his body, and the external injury is a mess. Also, this terrible hundred-day heart attack San, even if he has enough elixir to make an antidote, it will take a certain amount of time to decoct the medicine, and can his body really survive it?

In a coma, he finally lost the indifferent look he had when he was tortured. Instead, he frowned slightly, biting his silver teeth lightly, revealing a trace of pain. Those dark green eyes had long been closed, and the long eyelashes were like small eyes. The small fan, reflecting the firelight, casts a faint shadow on the pale face.

There were still residual redness and fingerprints on the cheeks, which made the original firm face look helpless.

"Aren't you able to survive torture? Then let me get through it and come back to life! I have used so many elixir for you. You are dead, are you worthy of me?"

While Cheng Shanshui was busy, he was chanting in bits and pieces, saying something that could slightly cover up the panic in his heart.He was really afraid, afraid that he would never wake up again, afraid that he would never see those beautiful eyes again.

He turned his body over, ignoring the bloody wound on his back, and slapped his palm on the back of his heart, giving him his inner strength.

"Zigui, as I said, decoct the medicine!" He shouted loudly while mobilizing his inner strength to the extreme.

Poor Xu Zigui didn't understand medical theory, and this mess, and he couldn't find this, and he couldn't do that, so Cheng Shanshui was so angry that he kept scolding him for being an idiot, wishing he could split himself into two.As for those thugs, they are even more rough, and they don't even know the words, let alone medicine.For a moment, there was chaos in the ear room, and there was a lot of voices. I don't know, I thought there was some kind of celebration here.

In the midst of panic, a different voice suddenly entered Cheng Shanshui's ears. Someone stood outside the ear room and shouted loudly: "Report Master Cheng, those two children have been found!"

Cheng Shanshui is so smart, after a little thought, he understood the ins and outs of the matter, he glared at Xu Zigui, and then shouted loudly at the door: "I'm busy, I'll talk to you tomorrow if you have anything to say, get out!"

The author has something to say: about height setting: Cheng Shanshui 165cm

Tiancheng 185cm

Cheng Shanshui protested.