The sky and water

Devil's Cult, Banquet.

Piercing Ghost Mask usually wears a ghost mask, but he has to change it to eat and drink during the banquet. At this moment, his face is a mask of a middle-aged man in his 50s. He looks very ordinary, only Those exposed eyes shone with a sharp light like a falcon.

It was New Year's Eve, and although the north wind was howling outside, inside the hall, it was as warm as spring, and the atmosphere was lively and peaceful.People in the Demon Cult are also human beings, and as human beings, they have all kinds of emotions and six desires, and they will be happy during the Chinese New Year.

There was no smile on the heart piercing ghost's face, his face was gloomy, as if he was in the deepest part of the night and couldn't see a ray of light.

Tian Cheng saw that he had worn a lot of Zhang Zhang, no matter what kind of facial features, no matter when and where, almost, they always had this expression, an expression of fear that made him shudder.

"Pour the wine." The voice was a little hoarse. It was different from wearing a mask. That mask could change a person's voice, but Heart Piercing Ghost was proficient in rhythm and could change his own voice at will. Tian Cheng had no idea that his original voice was How was it.

I don't know his real appearance, I don't know his real voice, but I know clearly the pain he gave him.

At this moment, Tian Cheng was standing behind the Heart-Piercing Ghost Face. Hearing these two words, he didn't dare to be negligent. He hurried forward, grabbed the handle of the silver jug, tilted the spout, and the clear wine flowed to the delicately carved wine pot. patterned silver wine glass.

Piercing the Ghost Face didn't say a word, picked up the wine glass and drank it down, sat upright, looking at the fluttering skirts of the dancers in front of him, with an expression of impatience in his eyes.

"Go down." He waved his hand, and the dancers stopped singing and dancing immediately, all bowed in salute, and then retreated quickly.

When the teacher asked them to go down, they went down immediately, without asking why.They were afraid, and if they accidentally offended the leader, they would be stabbed through the heart immediately.

The leader was not interested, and the people below didn't dare to make a sound. The originally lively hall immediately became strangely quiet, which was incompatible with the festooned lights all over the wall.

Suddenly, a person stood up. This person was dressed in red, with a tall and straight figure, but he had a somewhat graceful posture for no reason. Although he was a man, he was much more attractive than those dancers just now.

Ji Honglie.

He walked forward slowly, clasped his fists, and said, "The leader thinks singing and dancing are boring, Hong Lie has been practicing the whip technique recently, and performed a section for the leader to relieve the boredom, how about it."

Ji Honglie's weapon is a pair of silver steel whips. He whips superbly. The silver whips are paired with a red dress. If they dance, they are really eye-catching.

The boredom in the eyes of Heart Piercing Ghost finally dissipated, and he said in a low voice: "It's rare for Hong Lie to show kindness. Your whip technique is naturally beautiful, but you only dance with the whip without seeing blood, but it's a bit boring." It calmed down a bit, but the voice was devoid of any emotion, and he said casually: "Tian Cheng, you go."

Tian Cheng stood behind him, stunned for a moment, and then immediately walked towards the center of the hall.

In the Devil's Cult, he always wears black clothes, because he doesn't have many clothes to change, and black can cover most of the wounds on his body.

There was no expression on his face, he had already learned not to show the fear in his heart, he would do whatever the teacher asked him to do, and he could only endure in silence if the teacher wanted to see him hurt.

I saw the thinner figure lined by the black clothes, step by step towards the center of the hall, the iron chain hanging down.No one cared about him, he was just a little servant, and he was hated by the leader. No one would treat him kindly. Beside the chain, he looked at him with a sneer, wanting to see how long he, who was usually beaten, could last in Hallmaster Ji's hands.

Tian Cheng's footsteps were not too fast, and when he came under the iron chain, he unbuttoned it himself, took off the black clothes on his body, and threw it on the ground.

It was freezing cold, but he only had this one piece of clothing on his body.As soon as the black clothes were taken off at this moment, the eyes of many people began to show astonishment, because the pale and thin body was covered with scars.

I was beaten all day long, and there were countless wounds from the cane and whip. Some of them had healed, obviously old wounds, some were blood red and open, and still oozing with blood, and some had deep and shallow bruises. Obviously, they had been punched and kicked a lot. .Knowing that the leader treats him badly, he never expected it to reach this level.Thanks to him being able to stand by the leader's side for so long, with this injury, it would not be easy for someone else to stand still, right?

But this astonishment was only fleeting. People in the Demon Cult are much more ruthless. What kind of situation have you never seen?Whoever made him hate the leader deserves to be unlucky!

Most people thought this way, watching him raise his hands, let someone chain his wrists, hang him up, and lift his feet off the ground.The scars on his wrists from all kinds of iron chains and ropes had never healed. Bearing the weight of his whole body at this moment was already a stinging pain, but he had long been used to it.It's nothing, it's just the beginning.

Ji Honglie squinted at him, without a trace of pity, but turned to Piercing Ghost, and said, "Master, you are making a fool of yourself, but, can you change me a leather whip, my steel whip, after a few whips, he will lose his breath." , what else is there to play?"

The heart-piercing ghost nodded, and someone immediately handed over a rawhide whip. Ji Honglie glanced at it, was quite satisfied, then grabbed it in his hand, faced Tian Cheng, and stood still.

His whip technique was really superb, Tian Cheng hadn't seen clearly how he made the move, the first whip fell on him.

Ji Honglie is extremely powerful and has deep inner strength. Without a barbed whip, he can also cut people to pieces immediately.A long wound spread from Tian Cheng's chest to his abdomen, and bright red blood flowed down immediately.

It was very painful, but Tian Cheng didn't react at all, as if the whip hadn't hit him at all, he remained the same, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Oh, it does have some backbone." Ji Honglie looked at him, smiled playfully, and waved the whip in his hand again while laughing.

In fact, it has nothing to do with backbone, but Tian Cheng's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, no one would ever care about it.He showed a painful look, he screamed and struggled, so they wouldn't fight anymore?No, I'm afraid they will only fight harder.Since this is the case, he might as well be indifferent.

When did he start to have this consciousness, he can't remember clearly, his childhood memory is not very clear, there are only some intermittent fragments, and these fragments are also full of pain.

Ji Honglie was so beautiful when he danced his whip. His figure was like a lightly dancing butterfly, whirling around Tiancheng like the wind. Sometimes he shot directly, and sometimes he used the rotation of his body to bring out greater strength. Sometimes he seemed to be still, but Suddenly, like a gust of wind, a whip was swung out.Everyone knew Hallmaster Ji was good at whipping, but it was rare to see him dance so vividly, so they applauded and applauded.

Tian Cheng's eyes turned black from the pain, and his body seemed to be torn apart by a beast, but they were applauding.The applause was one after another, full of enthusiasm, but Tian Cheng only felt that it was very cold, cold to the bone.

It's not that it's cold at this time, it's been many years, and it's never been warm.

With a cruel but beautiful smile on Ji Honglie's face, he continued to fight unhurriedly.Sometimes he slowed down, and sometimes he quickly smashed down a few whips. While beating, he glanced sideways at Tian Cheng's face, but found that there was no expression on his face.The exquisite facial features seem to have been frozen for a long time, and there will be no more waves.

Gradually, the applause became less real.It's not that they stopped barking, it's that Tian Cheng no longer has the energy to listen.

I don't know how many whips I have received, and my body is already covered with deep bloodstains that criss-cross. The blood flows down the pale skin, and every time the whip is swung, it flies up.On the surrounding ground, the blood was like petals, spreading out bits and pieces of bright red.

Ji Honglie's internal energy was so deep that Tian Cheng felt that his internal organs were about to be completely crushed, and he was unable to raise his head. The straw rope that tied his hair had already been broken by the whipping, and his black hair fell down, covering most of his cheeks, with only his lips showing a dazzling bright red .

Still no expression, just eyes, a little blurred.

"Master Ji, he's going to faint. If he faints, it's no fun!" A thug shouted at Ji Honglie.

Ji Honglie nodded, stopped the whip, did not order to wake him up with salt water like the leader, but picked up a candle, and used the burning candle to burn the bleeding wound on his chest.

The smell of burnt flesh wafted out, and Tian Ben's originally blurred mind was forcibly awakened by the severe pain, his whole body trembled subconsciously, and finally slowly raised his head.

What greeted him was another savage whip.

There was no intact skin on the chest or back, so the whip hit the leg with such ferocious force that he wondered if the bones in the leg had been broken.

Ji Honglie raised his hand and hit his leg with a few whips again. Tian Cheng was injured too badly, and he hadn't rested for a long time. He couldn't bear this kind of torture anymore, and his head drooped again. This time, he was completely unconscious.

"Stop beating, it's boring." Ji Honglie poked his wound with the handle of the whip, found that he didn't respond at all, lost interest, threw the blood-stained whip on the ground, and walked away.

The Heart Piercing Ghost snorted coldly, and said: "Take him down, splash him with salt water to wake him up, clean up, and then come over to pour wine."

Immediately, someone came forward, untied the iron chain on Tian Cheng's wrist, lifted him up who was still unconscious, and hurriedly led him out the door.The blood that kept flowing was splashed all over the place behind him.

Chuanxin Guimian didn't look at him again, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down again.

The banquet was still going on, the blood stains on the ground had already been cleaned up, and the sound of toasting cups rang out again, but Piercing Ghost Mask didn't drink any more.

He was waiting, waiting for Tian Cheng to come and pour him wine.He wanted to see him, wanted to see him enduring the pain and weakness all over his body, covered in cold sweat, but still stood calmly behind him, pouring wine for him as he ordered, wanted to see him making every move Affecting the wound on his body, the blood gradually oozes out of the black clothes, but he still calmly raised the jug, hoping to see when he couldn't support it and fell down. Eyes as deep as a pool of water.

However, Tian Cheng never showed up, he only felt that this lively hall was meaningless.

"Qingjiao, I'm tired, you guys continue to play." The expression on his face became more and more serious during this waiting, and finally, he left the venue after leaving these words.

The leader has always disliked excitement, and everyone is used to it. No one was surprised when he left, and no one dared to dissuade him.

He put on that ghost mask again, he didn't want others to see his face clearly, let alone his heart.

Wanting to slow down his pace, he couldn't help walking in a hurry. He wanted to go out for a stroll, but unknowingly, he walked into the execution hall, the place where he often appeared on that day.

"Bastard, get up! The leader is still waiting for you to serve!"

After the angry sound, there was the sound of splashing water, and they were splashing salt water on him again, but why couldn't he get up?

Piercing Ghost did not show up, standing behind the window, quietly looking at the cruel scene in the room.

After being repeatedly splashed with water by them, Tian Cheng woke up early, but he couldn't get up despite his efforts. His legs were covered with scars, and he had already lost the ability to support his body. He wanted to use his arms to support his upper body, but he was exhausted. He fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood poured out of his throat, staining the already blood-stained ground red.

"What are you pretending to be? It's only a few whips, and you can't get up? If you waste time and annoy the leader, we will all have bad luck!" The thug roared, kicking the bloody body hard. , kicked into the wound under his ribs, Tian Cheng's body trembled slightly, it must have hurt, but Tian Cheng didn't even groan|groaned, and let him kick and beat for a long time, but he couldn't get up after all.

"I think you're still itchy!" The thug was obviously angry, he picked up a whip with metal barbs from the wall, and slammed it hard on Tian Ben's back, which was already bruised and bleeding.

Blood splattered again, Tian Cheng's body was brought by the heavy force, he threw himself forward, and another mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.Even though he has internal strength to protect his body, even though he has been beaten since childhood and has long been used to such cruel torture, he couldn't bear it any longer, passed out completely, and despite kicking, beating and insulting, nothing but the involuntary trembling of his body due to the cold. There was no movement.

Chuanxin Guimian suddenly remembered that he had not rested for two days and two nights.No wonder, he couldn't get up.

So, have they been beating him the whole time I've been waiting?They are afraid that he won't get up, will I be angry and blame them?But they didn't see it, Ji Honglie's internal strength was too deep, his internal injuries were deep, and he really couldn't get up!My Tian Cheng has never been lazy on purpose, as long as he has any strength, he will definitely get up and pour wine for me.They didn't know him, and they still beat him.If this continues, he will die!

Thinking of this, Chuan Xin Gui Mian immediately panicked, pushed open the door, and looked at these thugs through the ghost face.

"Teacher, Hierarch..." The thugs looked at each other, but they couldn't see the expression on Ghost Piercing Face's face. They thought that the Hierarch was annoyed because Tian Cheng couldn't go to pour the wine, so he came here to send them down, kowtowed in fright to apologize, and begged for mercy. While saying: "Master, you guys have used all kinds of methods, but he just can't get up, we..."

Piercing Ghost looked at them disdainfully under the mask. Tian Cheng had never had such a servile expression before. No matter how he hit him, he always had such an indifferent face until he fell into a coma. Without saying a word, he often couldn't hear his voice for a few days.

"Everyone go down, and no one comes in again!" Only he could detect that his voice was trembling slightly.

In the quiet night, there were a few sounds of fireworks, and flowers bloomed outside the window, but they couldn't illuminate this delicate and pale face.

Sitting next to Tian Cheng with the ghost face piercing the heart, staring at that bloodless but poignant cheek, and only at this time, only when he was completely unconscious and unconscious, could he stare at him like this and secretly take off his face. mask.

Tian Cheng, why are you the offspring of that person?What you have suffered is what you are destined to suffer. No matter how much you suffer, it will not be able to make up for the tragedy of my Qing family's destruction, and the grief and anger of my father who was killed by a knife.

General Qing devoted himself to serving the country and the people, but was harmed by his own monarch, and the people who didn't know where he was, were still scolding him!

Piercing Ghost Face clenched his fists, suppressing the churning past events in his heart.

Tian Cheng, you should be in pain, you should suffer, and you should use your blood to atone for your Li family!You only have a passion for blood, how can you compare to the loyalty of my Qing family?

But why, am I not happy at all?

There were a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he didn't say a word, Tian Cheng was already in a coma, and he didn't react at all.After the fireworks are gone, there is only silence left here.

On New Year's Eve, when everyone else was eating, drinking and having fun at the banquet, he was beaten so badly that he couldn't even wake up with salt water, and he was left alone in this cold and damp torture room.

With a faint pain in his heart, he immediately forced himself to recall the scene of his father's tragic death.He didn't allow himself to sympathize with him, he just wanted to hate him, beat him, and make his life worse than death.

Tian Cheng, you can't die.

Thinking of this, he took out a pill from his bosom, wiped off the blood on his lips, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The elixir melts in the mouth, it can protect the heart and save his life.

If you die, you won't be in pain anymore, and I just want you to be in pain!

He wanted to sneer, but in the end, he could only smile wryly.Fortunately, there is a mask covering him, so no one can see his expression.

The wind was blowing through the crack of the door, even with internal protection, it still felt icy cold.He didn't know what he was thinking, he grabbed Tian Cheng's coat which had been casually thrown on the ground, wiped off the dust on the clothes, and covered his horrific body covered in scars, then turned and walked out the door without looking at him again.

The night is as cold as water, and there is only a piece of ice in my heart.