Heartbreaker

The hook-nosed man quietly walked up behind me and whispered, "You are an undead."

I was startled, and the book fell to the ground.I was sitting at a table in Lemon's bedroom, reading a book of philosophical essays.Now two months have passed since Lymon's enthronement day, and the northern border has completely entered the severe winter period, and the harsh wind and snow swept through the tired and vicissitudes of Vulture City.On such days of heavy snowfall, every household stays behind closed doors. Fortunately, the food distributed to the people is enough for them to survive this difficult period.

Since Lymon ascended the throne, every partner who followed him has been properly settled.Laige, Ah Mu and Ai Er are in charge of the "God Hunting Army" newly formed by Lemon. It is said that the daily training of the God Hunting Army is either quarreling or looting property. .Popolo manages the books in the library, and often argues with the old man who looks after the ancient books because of a simple question, which is not a waste of time.

Chichikov was responsible for more complicated things, he was a know-it-all.I often see him wandering in the palace, discussing with masons how to slow down the solidification of mud in the cold winter, learning the craftsmanship of palace craftsmen in making objects, asking blacksmiths about the speed and frequency of blacksmithing, observing the weather, studying soil composition, etc., energy Stronger than a strong young man.

And Lemon didn't give me any arrangements. The only task was probably to finish reading the love novels on that shelf.

At this time, I was the only one left in the huge bedroom.The man moved behind me like a dark ghost, and his two narrow pupils were like the heads of iron nails that pierced people's hearts.I stood up cautiously and said, "Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"I saw it. On His Majesty's enthronement day, when lightning strikes our king, you rush forward and block Your Majesty. Perhaps others will mistakenly think that it is their own dazzledness when they see the black shadow..." He Staring at me, he said word by word, "But my eyes are unmistakable. I have seen undead with my own eyes. They can instantly move their suspended bodies to their destination. This is your characteristic."

"I didn't..."

"in addition."

The hooked-nosed man stepped forward slowly, "You don't act like a blind man at all."

I calmly looked at the man with sharp eyes, but I was at a loss in my heart, and I didn't know how to deal with this situation.Lemon asked me to stay in his bedroom and not to go out, and not to tell others that I was an undead.For many days, I have been cautious about my words and deeds, for fear of making mistakes, but unexpectedly, I was discovered.

"My name is Nugent Black." He said in a cold voice, "The Minister of Justice of the old country is now serving King Lemon. Your Majesty is the master who summoned you to return to the world, right? Then you Don't worry, I will not do anything that will harm His Majesty's dignity, that is a crime of treason."

I clung to the wooden cabinet and knocked over a vase placed on the top.The vase made a crisp cracking sound as the vase fell, and the Minister of Justice named Nugent suddenly approached me, pulled out a long iron awl from his sleeve, and stabbed it straight at my ribs!

"Please stop!" I turned sideways and grabbed his arm with my backhand.Just as I was about to ask his intentions, the handle of the iron awl deftly circled between his fingers, turned ninety degrees immediately, and stabbed fiercely at my cheek!

I was caught off guard, subconsciously turned into a ghost state, and drifted away from this hooked-nosed man.The undead cannot be captured by ordinary methods. Some ancient books provide the means to pierce the body with a sharp instrument coated with sticky substances, bonding the soul and body.Nugent squinted at me, weighed the murder weapon in his hand, and sneered, "Sure enough. You avoided it, are you afraid of this?"

He held up the iron awl and stabbed me a few times as if threatening.I frowned, and he sneered, "It seems that the record in that book is correct, this method can indeed catch the undead... that's great."

This man is dangerous, alarm bells are ringing in my head.Unable to attack Li Meng's courtiers, and unable to resolve the hostility in the opponent's eyes, there is only one way to "escape".I quickly moved to the door of the bedroom, trying to sneak out to look for Lei Meng, but the door was suddenly pushed open!

"Your Excellency Nugent, the method you mentioned—"

A knight in silver armor pushed in through the door and just happened to meet me head-on!We both startled each other, and time froze in the blink of an eye.The knight stared at me hanging in the air with wide eyes, his cold brows frowned, and his movements were as fast as thunder, and he pierced my body with the sharp awl in his hand!

"Undead!" he yelled angrily.

"No!" I snorted.The knight's strength, speed, and reflexes far surpassed mine, and the cone pierced deep and fast inside me.I felt the iron awl poke a hole under my heart, and the glue melted into my guts.Attorney General Nugent also took the opportunity to stab me from behind with an iron awl in his hand.I was penetrated by the two of them one after the other, like a lamb skewered on an iron grill.

The young knight frowned and cursed in a low voice, "God, as an evil undead, you dare to appear in His Majesty's bedroom brazenly, you should pay for it!"

"Yes, Commander Knight. The undead tempted our Majesty and absorbed the energy of life from him. This alien race is extremely evil and full of tricks. You must not be fooled by them." Nugent said sternly, eyes Glancing at me, a vicious light radiated from the depths of his pupils, "Now, let's take it into the prison and interrogate it carefully to see what harm it has done to our Majesty."

****

The gloomy and oppressive prison made my breathing difficult, like being slowly immersed in a sticky swamp.Books often say that undead tend to avoid light and like rancid and humid environments, but this is pure nonsense.Except for the undead body and cold body temperature, the undead are no different from ordinary people.

"Nugent, fuck|you|dammit... you fucking bastard, a maggot with a brain that smells worse than shit, I'm going to gnaw your brains out when I get the fuck out..."

A man locked in a cell was cursing non-stop as we passed, moaning in pain as he swore.His eyelids were sewn together with black cotton thread, and his body was covered with small and narrow scratches. Dark purple blood flowed out from the wound continuously, dyeing him into a bloody man.

Walking to the mud brick path in front of the cell, the sound of cursing and spitting came one after another, like a rising tide, and a stench like pus from a wound rushed towards me, as if I had been punched in the head.The prisoners here are all serious criminals, that is, death row prisoners who have been judged to be harmful to the governance of Vulture City after interrogation.They don't have the right to see the sun again, and they are immersed in the rotten and damp darkness day after day, allowing the poisonous insects and molds that breed to pollute their hearts little by little.

I flinched suddenly, and the depths of my soul trembled uneasy.Although I have never been to such a place, it seems that I have survived this kind of torture.The two iron cones pierced into my part, and there were waves of severe pain. I gritted my teeth to suppress my fainting, and watched the two of them take me to an empty cell, and put the shackles on the wall. on my wrists.

It was also coated with a strong glue, which firmly stuck me to the cold metal.

Nugent took a book from the wooden table, fingered the pages familiarly, and quickly browsed, "Chief Knight, please take off this undead's clothes."

The young knight commander nodded, walked towards me with a stern face, began to untie my cloak, and then ripped off my shirt and trousers.No one else has done this but Lemon.I tried to resist with my body, but the other party pressed me with those hard iron hands, and quickly stripped me naked.

His hand rested on my body for a while, and he frowned and said, "There really isn't a trace of warmth."

I was extremely embarrassed to be completely exposed to the eyes of the two, "Your name...is it Pharos?"

The knight commander paused, looked up at me coldly, and said, "I don't want to hear any undead calling my name, you better shut up, or I'll seal your lips with glue!"

I opened my mouth, but couldn't say a word.Fallows, son of the late Marshal of the Winter Terry Army, Lymon's savior.To save Raymond, he killed his own father himself. He is a loyal knight to Raymond...

I told myself that he was also my benefactor, and now he was going to torture me.Just because I am an undead, the legendary evil undead.

I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I can't express it.Nugent put the book down and lifted the bucket by the cell door, stirring something in it.Fallows kept staring at me during this period, as if he was afraid that I would slip away from his eyes in the next moment.

"You took the other half of my majesty's soul." His wolf-like eyes were cold and piercing. "You crippled him, you despicable fellow."

I said with difficulty, "I won't hurt him..."

"You have hurt him!" Fallows said angrily, "Your existence has caused irreparable consequences to him. His lifespan has been shortened because of you. Stop pretending to be innocent and wronged, we Know the nature of the undead, don't try to quibble!"

I was surprised, "Reduce lifespan?!..."

The young knight sneered, "Do you still want to deceive yourself? The exhaustion of his life will start from the gap in his soul. People who lack souls are more likely to be affected by emotional fluctuations and diseases than healthy people, and thus lose their vitality faster ...don't tell me you don't know!"

"..." I was speechless.I have never heard a mage say whether summoning the undead will damage the lifespan of the living, but it does not mean that this situation does not exist.What's more, he was right. All the resurrection of the undead comes from the soul of the living. I swallowed and digested a part of Lemon's soul before I was able to return to the human world.This is also the reason why the undead choose to be loyal to their master.

That was a kindness that only belonged to the "dead souls".

Of course, there are many undead who will revenge their masters after awakening, such as the bloodthirsty undead who slaughtered the people of the old country.But the undead are rare in the world, and that is even more a case within a case.

"Okay, Knight Commander, don't waste your time talking with these cunning monsters." Nugent had already mixed the bucket of viscous slurry exuding heat, and stepped forward, his calm and slow voice made me shudder, "I know how to make them behave."

****

Hot liquid gurgled down my body.

There was a sound of melting flesh that was in contact with the scorching heat, and I let out a cry of pain, and then bit my lips tightly.The mud was like a poisonous snake biting my body, meandering downwards, drilling ravines of different depths on the surface of my flesh.Soon, long strips of potholes appeared on my body, all over my body, and white bones protruded from them.He poured the remaining hot paste on top of my head again, and I heard the scream as my flesh evaporated and melted, dripping down my skull to my shoulders and chest, each drop cauterizing a scalding hole.

"Ah—" I couldn't hold back any longer, blood gushed out between my teeth, my lips faded away, my face was corroded to lose its edges and corners, trembling uncontrollably under the scorching heat.

"The undead will not die, but it will hurt." Nugent stared at my miserable face and sneered, "You will recover from this level of injury soon? It's a pity, but it can also make you uncomfortable How long has it been?"

"Hmm..." I shook my head sadly, glanced down, saw the broken body, and felt a sour heat rushing to my eye sockets.

There was a burning pain in my eye hole, I said in a hoarse voice, "I have never seen you...Lemon is my master...I just obey my master...just because another undead killed someone ...Can you guys treat me like this...for granted..."

The knight on the side stared at me with complicated eyes.He watched the meat paste mixed into the hot slurry and formed a puddle under my feet. He held his forehead for a long time and turned around.

"I just have some questions, I want to ask you." Nugent said calmly, as if he could carry on the topic calmly even if I was a skeleton with severed bones, "Where did you come from? Or, save Who are you soulless 'vessel' mages?"

"..."

I kept my mouth shut, enduring the heat squeezing and steaming between my pores.The man stared at me for a while, then said in a deep voice, "It doesn't seem to be enough."

I was gasping for breath, and for the first time felt a strange burning sensation all over my body.It was unbearably hot.The skin melted by the hot slurry is slowly growing and healing, filling the gaps between the bones and becoming new flesh.When the scalding temperature dropped and my mind became slightly clear, a pair of cold hands suddenly pierced into my body——

hiss...

The muffled sound of the internal muscle fibers being torn slowly came, and I opened my dry eye sockets wide, seeing Nugent's fingers clamping several screws, spreading them into my texture, forming a hexagram.The new skin continued to cover my body, and the screws were embedded in it, buried deep in my flesh, like a thorn or an undrawn fang.

When my scars healed, those screws were still destroying my nerves in the body.He only needs to use the iron rod to move a little bit, and there will be a heart-piercing pain from the place where the screws are embedded, like fat caterpillars wriggling.

"You don't need to tell me about the ritual of summoning the undead. I probably know seven or eight points." Nugent said, "Your Majesty knows very little about the undead, and you have never seen their evil side with your own eyes, so you can easily win him over." trust."

He paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "I will never allow you to continue to hurt His Majesty. Tell me what you know, and I will consider a lighter punishment."

I bowed my head and said nothing, not wanting to argue with him again.Popolo told me that when the other party thinks you are wrong, all your excuses are just giving him an opportunity to take advantage of.People in Vulture City hate the undead. Even if it wasn't for the Minister of Justice, if I let other people know my identity, I would not escape bad luck.

I choose to be silent.

The pain is not so unbearable, nor is the misunderstanding.Time passed by every minute, and the screws were like stakes driven into the soil, squeezing together with my cold flesh and blood.The young knight commander has been leaning against the wall, rubbing his brows, thinking silently, and never looked at me again.

After the time the hooked-nosed man had to endure, he slowly got up, his body was thin and thin, but it was like a thick and gloomy wall.He stood in front of me, raised my jaw, and held a glass bottle filled with dark green viscous liquid in the other hand.

"I didn't want to use this method." He said in a deep voice, "You are very stubborn, Undead."

After finishing speaking, he forcibly opened my mouth, and poured all the foul-smelling mucus into my mouth.

****

Luo, my dear baby, little boy, stand there and don't move, I'm here to hurt you...

The pictures in my memory tormented me like a boundless sea of ​​flames.I was already blind when I went through all this, but this potion recreated for me a scene I had never seen before, so horribly real.In my field of vision, a man with an obscene|evil smile appeared, his thinning hair was covered with bright oil in bunches, and spread on that round head.

He was dressed elegantly, with all kinds of gemstone rings on his withered fingers, strangled my neck.There was darkness in front of my eyes, and I cried bitterly on the cold bed, as if blood was about to flow from my eye holes.I remember a child lying quietly next to me, with a reassuring squeeze on my wrist while being abused.They were all so brave—that was the only thought I had at the time.

When it was all over, we were cleaned by servants, dressed in clean and beautiful clothes, and seated around a round mahogany table filled with delicious food.Master Tomani sat at the end of the round table, looked at us with a smile, and gently ordered us to eat and drink, and any child who refused to eat would be slapped.

I remember the first time I vomited the cake in my mouth and squatted at the table whimpering.A servant came over, picked up my collar and was about to beat me, but Master Tomani waved his hand to stop it.

He smiled kindly, "Little boy, don't you want to go home?"

He himself lifted me onto his lap, held a piece of strawberry butter bread, and patiently fed me to swallow.I swallowed and vomited, and the filth stained Master Tomany's body. He didn't mind, and continued to feed me with a smile and bent eyes. His rough hands stroked my trembling back and neck back and forth.

I still can't describe the fear and despair in exact words. I only know that I want to die, and I want to bump my head into the stone pillar inlaid with gold and agate in the hall.Every time I sat in the carriage home, the other children would count how many gifts Master Tomany had given me, but I was the only one who wept bitterly, holding the gifts and gold coins in the little parcel, feeling covered in dirty mud .

Now, that hellish scene appeared in front of me again. After seeing the phantom belonging to Tomani, I couldn't help retching.In the dimness, I heard Nugent's voice, and a mournful cry. I vaguely distinguished it for a long while before realizing that it was my own voice.

"Undead... tell me... what do you know..."

【Luo, baby, come here and let me love you...】

Those two voices intertwined and overlapped in my mind, equally sinister and equally disgusting. "No..." I whimpered, "I don't..."

The screw in my body moved, and I screamed, not because of the pain, but because of the finger that the man slightly brushed against my body.I felt every inch of my skin exploded with sensitive and thick thorns, and any physical contact made me collapse.The other party seemed to be aware of this, so he gave up fiddling with the screws in the deep inlay, and instead tentatively touched my skin with his fingers.

"No...no...you devil..." I whimpered, whether to Tomani or the man behind the phantom.Reality and illusion have overlapped, and when I was on the verge of coma, I heard a strange and angry voice say, "Stop!"

That voice broke through the illusion and echoed clearly in my mind, "If you don't want to suffer anymore, I can give you a choice."

"..." I was hung under the shackles, twitching all over, feeling that the unspeakable fear was gradually dissipating.The other party continued, "You are an undead, and your existence is an uncontrollable threat after all. Besides, the people of the old country hate undead, and if things are exposed, you will not be able to escape... As long as you leave our majesty, leave Vulture City , we can let you go."

"Knight Commander." The evil voice said earlier, "Our previous purpose was to obtain more information, and then try to kill this undead according to the methods recorded in ancient books."

"Forget it, Your Excellency. In any case, it is true that it has not harmed innocent people. Not to mention that he is His Majesty's undead. If we really kill him, His Majesty will be furious."

Another voice raised the volume, "Could it be that the cancer of the Wanjiang Empire is allowed to go unpunished just because of the fear of the king's wrath?!"

"It's not about fearing the wrath of the king, but about rewards and punishments! Your Excellency Nugent, as the Minister of Justice, you should know this best! Now this undead is innocent, and we can't charge it based on its similar crimes!"

Those two voices kept arguing endlessly, and I was immersed in hallucinations. Without external stimuli, my vision gradually became chaotic.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice pulled my thoughts out of the chaos like a hand pulling a rope.I heard that solemn and stern tone, like the sharp and cold ice edge on the eaves.

"Undead, the last chance... As long as you leave King Lemon, we will let you go..."

"Do not."

I spit out the word angrily, "I don't..."

The voice seemed to be angry, "If you don't leave His Majesty, we will kill you now!"

"No." I said again, feeling that the screws were gnawing at my nerves like worms again, my pale lips were trembling, and even my voice was fragmented, "I won't leave...leave Lemon..."

"I am with him...it has nothing to do with any of you..."

"If...you are only based on conjectures, and you believe that I will hurt him, accuse me of crimes, and punish me..."

"Then I have nothing to say...as long as you... think that this is 'protecting' your king, and this is what you call 'justice'!"

Gritting my teeth, I spit out the last words, almost screaming with all my might.After a long time, I didn't hear the answer from the two of them, and finally I couldn't hold it anymore, and passed out completely.

The author has something to say: ah. .Sorry for the one day delay. .Because of the busy Chinese New Year, there will probably be a daily update or a double-day update in the future. Occasionally, it may take three or four days to have an update. I apologize to the little cutie who is still following the article, and I will resume the daily update after this busy period! QAQ (If you can't wait, you can also get fat!)

Say one more thing.There may be some cuties here who think that Luo being caught and interrogated is an act of insanity, but I think it is actually quite difficult to escape in this situation, because the opponents are all Lemon's courtiers, and once they use the power of the undead to fight against it, it will be very difficult. Maybe that's how he killed the other party.Luo will not kill a person easily, he is not invincible, but "killing them all" is not his instinctive reaction to solve the problem == (Here, there is nothing to say if Luo is the Holy Father).Moreover, Nugent's trick is quite dark to be honest. At most, Luo said that he was inexperienced, and his experience is still inexperienced. I don't agree with him saying that he has no IQ.Later in the interrogation, he could actually make up lies and get away with it, but I feel that he is an OOC when I write it this way. I believe everyone also thinks that being slick and quick-witted is not Luo’s personality (kuanghan)

So this is the reason why I wrote this. If you have better views and opinions, welcome to the comment area to discuss harmoniously =v=