no trouble

The confused consciousness gradually returned, and the things in front of me became clearer and clearer.

There are all kinds of bottles and jars around, but they are all bottles that can be easily found in this world. The bottles contain some souls. At first glance, I thought I was in a garbage recycling bin, but in fact, I was locked in a cave with these souls.

It's just that there are too many souls around, and they mistakenly think that they are in hell...

Recalling what happened before, Yin Wuhuo gradually calmed down.He remembered that someone ate those Yin soldiers?

It's Father Huang's ghost.

The heart sank, Father Huang is a ghost, with extraordinary abilities, cruel nature, and countless evils.

I was afraid that I was being targeted by a big trouble.

No matter how thoughts were flying in his mind, Yin Wuhuo's face didn't show at all, he was still half dead hanging on the wall, his head was lowered, and his long hair was scattered so that his face could not be seen clearly.

This is what Father Huang saw when he came in.

A whip came through the air and landed on Yin Wuhuo's cheek, "Raise your head."

He lifted his lowered head with the handle part, and a pair of red eyes stared at his black pupils, as if to see through him.

Yin Wuhuo closed his eyes, he didn't like someone staring at his eyes like this, full of aggression, making him look like a clown naked on the stage.

The eyelashes were caught, Huang Fugui tore off three or two of them with a little force, and then opened Yin Wuhuo's right eye with his fingers, grinning and showing a mouthful of rotten black, yellow and yellow teeth, smiling brightly at him.

"It's the first time I've seen a soul with such an alluring fragrance. It must be extremely delicious." It's a pity that it's not fully ripe yet, and it takes a little effort to taste it to be more delicious.

Letting go of Yin Wuhuo's head, he gave a cruel smile. Immediately afterwards, one after another, welt marks were thin and dense, criss-crossing and covering the young man's pale skin.

He used all his strength, swinging his arms very fast, and next to his ears were the sound of the wind as the whip cut through the air and the "slap" sound when it came into contact with the flesh.In the crimson eyes, the young man's pale skin was gradually covered by red to purple to black-blue color, the two colors contrasted with each other as if something was missing.

Not enough, not enough.

Father Huang waved the whip tirelessly, and he was repeatedly hit more and more places. Several skins were broken and dark red blood flowed out, winding on the mottled skin one by one, irritating his eyes.

Yes, yes, this is it.

What a beautiful appearance!

After finding what he wanted, Huang Fugui was even more excited, and the whip crackled, each time it landed on a repeated place, forcefully whipping Yin Wuhuo to pieces.

Yin Wuhuo gritted his teeth, held his breath, raised his head and spat hard on Father Huang's face.

"Dead pervert."

He was hanging on the mountain wall now, with his feet flying in the air, the blood all over his body meandered down to the bottom along with the gravity, and finally dripped from his toes and condensed into a small blood pool on the ground.

A mouthful of thick phlegm slid down Father Huang's nose to the tip of his chin. Father Huang's hand holding the whip trembled twice. He didn't care to wipe off the dirt on his face, and an unknown fire burned in his heart. The burning made his internal organs ache, and burned away his remaining sanity, leaving only a mass of tyrannical ferocity.

This kid actually treated him like this?

A fist fell on Yin Wuhuo's heart, and the purple claws grabbed the young man's black hair and pulled it hard. The young man's head bent down, and Father Huang whispered word by word in his ear: "No matter how perverted I am You are also a person with status, with a filthy bastard like you who is neither human nor ghost, you are not even worthy of the word 'pervert'!"

Yin Wuhuo squinted at Father Huang with wide eyes and wanted to repeat the same trick, but he didn't expect that the other party had already snatched a rock mixed with loess from the mountain wall with quick eyesight, waiting for the moment he opened his mouth, and forcefully stuffed it into his mouth. mouth.

"Why, do you still want to refute?" As if grabbing Yin Wuhuo's weakness, Father Huang smugly said, "Could it be possible that you still think you are a human being? Heck, it's ridiculous, let alone being a human being, you are not worthy of anything at all , really think that what it looks like is what it is?"

"Bang Dang! Crash!" The black iron chain inlaid on the mountain wall kept shaking because of the young man's struggle, Yin Wuhuo's hair was grabbed, he could only tilt his head, his mouth was blocked by a stone mixed with loess, Saliva mixed with mud and turned into yellow filth flowed out from the corner of his mouth and wet his collar along his neck.

Inside the mouth, a tongue twisted vigorously. Regardless of the bloody tip of the tongue, Yin Wuhuo managed to spit out the disgusting thing, leaving only blood and sand in his mouth. He felt a little uncomfortable. Tai Ni said: "I am a human being, no matter what others think, I firmly believe that I am a human being!"

"Slap!" Huang Fugui let go of his hair, and slapped him to the point where he was all messed up.

But there was an interesting expression on his face, "It's interesting, it's really interesting, you insist on being human even though you're not human."

He looked at the mess at the corner of Yin Wuhuo's mouth, and discovered something even more interesting - the wound on this kid's body was slowly healing!

The scars that were originally hideous and frightening were slowly fading away, and the wounds on his body had also congealed and scabbed. The scars disappeared completely, and even the pale skin returned to its original state.

If one ignores his dry and dark yellow hair, Father Huang almost suspects that he never touched this kid just now!

Unfortunately, that disgusting thick phlegm was still hanging on his chin.

When he thought of this, he became angry again, looked at Yin Wuhuo's hands locked in handcuffs, and thought about it.

A piece of round, transparent, blood-stained nails fell on the purple palm, and the body of the comatose young man shook violently, and he woke up from the sharp pain.

With a cruel smile on Father Huang's face, he looked at the nails in his hands eager to try, and even his voice was full of malice.

"You're a monster." The first nail.

"You don't exist." The second nail.

"You're disgusting." The third nail.

"You want to be human." The fourth nail.

"But you don't deserve it." The fifth nail.

"You don't deserve it." Sixth film.

"Unworthy." Seventh tablet.

"You're not even eligible to be born." Eighth film.

"You have harmed many people." Ninth.

"Why do you still have the nerve to linger?" Tenth.

One vicious slander after another was heard by Yin Wuhuo, without missing a word.Whenever he wanted to pass out, his nails would be ripped off. The feeling of being separated bit by bit was so strange that it made people flustered, but it also brought heart-wrenching pain. It seemed that it was not his nails that were ripped away but his soul!

Yin Wuhuo opened his eyes, and apart from the unbearable pain, there was still a hint of warmth in his eyes, like a weed that had been blown by wind and rain and still took root on the mountain wall.

"It's really interesting. It really makes people want to destroy it." Father Huang looked at the warmth with a little surprise, and the filth in his heart continued to be intensified.

He leaned close to Yin Wuhuo and sniffed carefully, his face intoxicated, "It smells so good~ your soul, it exudes a fragrance that is about to ripen!" He reached out to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "It's almost , almost! You are so interesting, I can't help it, oh my god!"

His body turned into a puff of purple mist, Father Huang couldn't hold back anymore, he floated in along Yin Wuhuo's right ear, holding greedy desire, desire and purpose.

He had to look into this kid's heart first!

"Ho!" At the moment Father Huang's ghost entered his brain, Yin Wuhuo struggled violently. His eyes were wide open, his veins were bulging, and his two eyeballs seemed to burst out. The iron chain was pulled several times, and there were faint traces of looseness.

Yin Wuhuo didn't care about these things at all, his head was aching in panic now, Father Huang's ghost was like a nasty parasite, struggling to burrow into his brain!

No, he doesn't want to do this!

Yin Wuhuo had never been afraid of being tortured before, but this time, he was really afraid.

He doesn't want to be seen, get out, get out quickly.

No matter how much Yin Wuhuo struggled, it was useless.Father Huang's ghost was watching with great interest the group of cats that came out to hinder him.

This is the protective layer constructed in the depths of the spirit.Unfortunately, it's too weak.

The purple figure flashed, and all the cats fell to the ground. Father Huang opened his mouth, and the fallen cats were instantly sucked into his mouth and became his lucky Chinese food.

Yin Wuhuo's brain shuddered, and with all his limbs struggling, the already loose iron chain slid down the mountain wall. The young man fell headfirst, in an upside-down posture, and fell into a deep coma at the same time.

Father Huang solved the thing blocking the way, and began to drive straight into Yin Wuhuo's mind.

At the beginning, all he saw were trivial things, and then, as if stepping into another world, a dazzling light hit him, forcing him to barely open his eyes, and he finally got used to it. Only then did I realize that the place I was in was actually a world so pure and bright that I couldn't even see a trace of impurities!

What kind of world should this be owned by?

Beautiful, pure, bright memories are everywhere!

Huang Father Ghost raised his head and looked around in amazement, and an itch began to appear in his heart.

Ah... this is so beautiful, the more beautiful it is, the more he wants to destroy it!

Stretching out his tongue to lick his own rotten teeth, Father Huang stretched out his sharp claws without hesitation and tore apart a piece of pure white memory.