I have a portable prison

Chapter 137

There are countless painful ways to die, and Zhao Qiqiu said that what he is going through right now is one of them.

Zhao Qiqiu once guessed the punishment for violating the killing commandment, but it's like a woman giving birth, if you don't try it, you won't know how painful it is.

Compared with this time, the punishment for vomiting outrageous words and swear words is just drizzle, so Zhao Qiqiu simply yelled at the golden light above his head, and returned all the swear words accumulated in his two lifetimes to it, but he didn't realize until he finished cursing that he Lying on the ground like a dead dog, not to mention cursing, the pain was so painful that he didn't even know where his mouth was, and his range of abilities was about the same as that of a maggot.

During the punishment, the soul is tightly sealed in the body and cannot be separated from the body. Death is within reach, but it is always difficult to swallow the last breath.

The punishment of the eighteen levels of hell is nothing more than this.

Zhao Qiqiu knew that killing would pay a huge price, but he didn't expect the punishment to be so severe, he even completely lost control of his body, and there was no room for recovery.

Until a moment, Zhao Qiqiu felt that the invisible wind stopped, the frozen blood inside his body melted, and the scorched skin became moist. Most importantly, the deafening chanting stopped, and he could feel something again. So he opened his mouth weakly: "I fuck you..."

kindness! !

Can't help but groan, after experiencing so much, the nerves all over his body are still as sensitive as new, Zhao Qiqiu clenched his teeth tightly, feeling that his consciousness drifted away again.

The wet and sticky ground in his sight was deep and dark, and the scarlet color spread, as if he had created a lake by himself.

When thinking of this, Zhao Qiqiu regained consciousness - the punishment stopped again.

Taking a deep and slow breath, Zhao Qiqiu's sluggish thinking started to work again, Zhao Qiqiu slowly thought, what the hell is going on, I was planning to ask a long time ago, these punishment methods in the prison were invented by some expert, and the tricks are pretty good More, experience it for yourself, it is not as simple and rude as you imagined.

Just when everything was silent, a clear and indifferent voice suddenly sounded from in front of me, from my ears, and from the air around me:

"Do you know why you're not dead yet?"

Zhao Qiqiu stared at the air in front of him for a long time before saying: "... Patriarch."

The voice didn't answer, Zhao Qiqiu laughed at himself, first tried to move his fingers, then moved his arms, and found that he seemed to be able to do it again, so it took an indefinite amount of time to barely sit up from the ground.

As soon as he sat firmly, Zhao Qiqiu felt his internal organs sink, and quickly covered his abdomen with his hands—to prevent the pieces from slipping out of the body.With a rough throat rolling, Zhao Qiqiu said hoarsely: "Because I still own this prison at this time... so I don't enter reincarnation?"

"The benefits are well remembered."

"The patriarch dare not forget every single word."

Every detail of that day is vivid, not to mention the words of "Patriarch", which can be said to be the lightest and heaviest shackle in the world. Zhao Qiqiu is happy to get it, but Zhao Qiqiu is happy to get a pair of shackles. What is the fate of myself.

The patriarch snorted lightly: "I knew this earlier, so why would I say such big words."

Zhao Qiqiu finally understood that the patriarch did not come to judge, but to laugh at his arrogance at the beginning, and by the way, he also fulfilled the agreement between the two of them at that time - if he owned the prison for one day, Zhao Qiqiu would be out of reincarnation, and if he lost the prison, he would be out of reincarnation. It will disappear.

It was agreed to hold the prison for 500 years, and it was a big joke to commit murder in just a few years.

With such a mortal who is full of cannonballs, Zhao Qiqiu guessed that the patriarch probably didn't want to say anything more, so the golden light on the top of his head suddenly increased in wattage, and Zhao Qiqiu could feel his skin burning, as if in an instant. There is a burnt taste.

He raised his hand slowly.

A tiny needle pinched by the fingertips was exposed to the ever-increasing golden light of burning body.

The ups and downs of Zhao Qiqiu's chest accelerated - it was already the biggest expression of his emotions.Finally, the golden light didn't seem to have changed, but the scorching air was turning cold again, and the voice of the patriarch rang out again: "Could it be that every needle you drop is also used for killing people?"

"There will never be a next time."

"...It seems that you have already planned."

"The disciple dare not."

"It's a lie."

Zhao Qiqiu was silent.

"It seems that you shouldn't be given these three chances."

It shouldn't be, but the patriarch inevitably woke up too late, and Zhao Qiqiu himself knew that if it weren't for these three needles, he would definitely not be so confident.

Patriarch pondered for a moment, then said: "All right."

So Zhao Qiqiu watched helplessly as the needle in his hand melted like fine snow, and a drop of crystal clear liquid the size of a grain of rice appeared on his fingertips.

The drop of water melted into Zhao Qiqiu's fingertips in just an instant, and at the same time, Zhao Qiqiu felt an indescribable ironing, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, he repaired his broken body, and his inner spiritual veins, muscles and bones followed. He recovered in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he hardly felt any discomfort except for the strong weakness that had just recovered from a serious illness.

Zhao Qiqiu's tense nerves finally relaxed a bit——to kill Chuanyu, he was indeed prepared, but he was not sure, especially when he was tortured just now, his spiritual power was blocked, and there was only endless pain, and his mind was in chaos , to the point where he couldn't take out a needle at all.

"But in order to avoid the next time, I still have to use some means to alert you."

Zhao Qiqiu survived by luck, but before he could react to the words of the patriarch, there was a sudden pain in his neck, a strong force hooked his neck and overturned him, followed by the familiar burning, as if someone had tied his neck tightly with a rope.

In a trance, Zhao Qiqiu heard the voice of the patriarch far away in the clouds, and said indifferently: "Remember, Director Zhao, from today onwards, you are also a sinner, until you can really stay in this position for 500 years, otherwise, even if you disappear, you will become a criminal." Your wish."

Until the air returned to his lungs, Zhao Qiqiu slowly raised his hand, and felt a thread of residual warmth on his neck.

"Thank you... Patriarch."

The exhaustion from the depths of consciousness swept over, Zhao Qiqiu closed his eyes, and he didn't know how long it had passed, the sweaty forehead hair was blown by a gust of outside breeze, and the ground beneath him became uneven.

There seemed to be people around, Zhao Qiqiu tried to open his eyes, but in vain, the surroundings were silent for a long time, until the sound of footsteps resounded, and a person approached, with a sound of slamming, the clothes on his body were tightened and loosened, as if they were directly torn apart.

Zhao Qiqiu was startled, and without knowing where the strength came from, he grabbed the opponent's hand at once.

It's just that this movement consumed almost all of his energy, and it was difficult to maintain. Zhao Qiqiu felt his hand trembling uncontrollably, and he let go without the other party pushing it away, and fell back to the ground again.

At the last moment of waking up, Zhao Qiqiu knew that the other party had carried him on his back, his mind collapsed, and he fell into darkness completely. At the same time, another thought rose inexplicably.

——It turns out that someone...is still waiting for me here.

Volume [-] The Heir Gate