The cell was dark and damp. When I walked in, I felt a cold air coming to my face, which made people want to shiver.
The smell of blood in the cell is very strong. When I listen quietly, it seems that I can still hear the groans and entreaties from the depths.
It echoes in the open corridor. Standing in the corridor and listening to it, it's like being in a ghost film of supernatural terror, which is creepy.
"Don't... don't fight... Let me go... Let me go..."
A man was tied to the stake. His black hair was wet and all pasted on his face.
His face was splashed with blood, and his clothes were ragged, all traces of whip marks.
His hands and feet were all tied to the post, his lips were dry and skinned, and his face was pale and black.
He was delirious and began to beg for mercy.
Opposite him, on a clean red lacquer wood chair, sat a tall man in a dark purple gown.
The man's slender arms were casually placed on the back of the chair, and the soft and silky sleeves were slightly lifted upward, revealing a section of white skin.
The wrist bones are thin and white, and the fingers hang down at will. The back of the white hand was upward, revealing several blue tendons.
When the eyes are slightly lowered, the slender feather eyelashes are gently placed on the eyelids to cover the deep and treacherous in the eyes.
The man tied to the post gasped and looked up, and suddenly looked at the eyes of the nine thousand year old who were as light as an ancient well and as terrible as an abyss.
The man suddenly trembled and trembled.
"I said, I said everything... Don't continue, don't continue..."
I thought he had been a dark guard for many years and had never been tortured. I thought he had been able to resist all the punishment, but I didn't expect that he was folded here in the East Hall.
It is said that it is difficult to get in the East Hall, but it is easier to get out.
All means are cruel and merciless, and the punishment is even crueler.
"Now I want to explain?" the nine thousand year old's voice was lazy.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, "unfortunately, it's too late. We don't need your little information anymore."
Hearing the speech, the man opposite suddenly raised his head and shrunk his eyes in horror, "you... You... You know my identity?!"
Si Li hissed lazily, and his dark purple eyes gathered a treacherous dark color, "isn't it the residual evil left by the previous dynasty?"
The man's voice is careless. When talking, his eyes are lazy, but they are like cold and piercing evil sycophants.
He hung the crimson lips with soft liplines and a cold smile. "In fact, you have nothing to do with how you want to toss. Whether the world of Pingyang changes has nothing to do with us."
"But you shouldn't have put your attention on the head of this seat."
He narrowed his eyes, his eyes were narrow and long, and his cinnabar mole was stained with a touch of bloodthirsty. "If you break ground on Taisui's head, it can only be a dead end."
"No... no... you can't kill me, you can't!"
The man's nerves were crazy. His scarlet eyes stared at Si Li, "you let me go and I'll tell you who's behind me!"
He must not die or fall into the hands of these people.
Death is liberation, but if it falls into their hands, there is only life better than death!
"The person behind you?" the other party has raised his eyebrows with a smile, and his dark purple eyes are cold with a smile, "you mean Liu Cenxi, who is hiding in the flower building as the head card of Qingguan?"
When Si Li opened his mouth carelessly, the man's black pupils had instantly extinguished, just like dead silence.
He knows... He has no chips.