I'm a killer with no emotions

Chapter 220 he is a monster

There are many ways to destroy the veins.

One of them is to cut off the flesh over and over again when the flesh has no time to grow, causing people to die of pain.

Ning Zhi is not that crazy yet, he just wants to torture Ning Zhe, but he doesn't want his life.

Therefore, he only used the whip to leave a bloody wound on his body.

Ning Zhe went from crying to begging for mercy in a low voice, but now he can't make a sound, his head is lowered, his eyes are dead.

......

Astrology Pavilion.

Starry, bright cold night.

The high priest was dressed in white and stood in front of the fence. His indifferent eyes passed through the distant darkness and looked at the young man who was suffering torture in the prison at the moment.

The crape myrtle star that represents the youth in the galaxy flickers on and off, hanging precariously in the night sky, precariously on the verge of falling.

He could see every desperate and painful look in the young man's eyes, he could see the bean big cold sweat rolling down his forehead, he could see the bright red bloodstains when the whip fell on him, and he could also see the twitching and violent twitching on the pale wrist. Blue veins.

But the boy lowered his head, his expression was numb, he didn't yell, he didn't even shed a tear.

Maybe he was in so much pain that he couldn't feel it, or maybe he was used to this kind of pain.

The rusty black cross was dripping with blood, and a pale black-haired boy was nailed to it, with crimson blood-colored roses blooming under his body.

Like a fallen god, with a meaning of ruin.Cruel to the extreme, but also beautiful to the extreme.

The high priest watched the scene quietly, his light gray eyes were like a light-colored glass stone, showing no emotion at all.

But he didn't know that the fingers in his sleeves were involuntarily clenched together.

Lin Yunlan stood not far away, looked at him coldly for a long time, then walked up with a beautiful smile, and leaned his head gently on his shoulder.

"Alian...what are you looking at? You don't even pay attention to me."

"Astrology."

The high priest spat out two cold words.

"You're lying." Yunlan murmured, grabbed his sleeve and turned around, saying unhappily, "This is clearly the location of the Heavenly Prison. To be honest, are you worried about Ning Zhe?"

The high priest looked at the strange face in front of him, and after a while, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Yunlan didn't expect him to acquiesce in such a way, and suddenly changed his face, and pushed him away, "You are really thinking about him!"

The high priest's expression remained unchanged, "He is the container for casting the godhead, and he cannot die yet."

"Ning Zhi still wants to torture him, how could he let him die! You are clearly afraid that he will be hurt!" Yun Lan's eyes were full of resentment, his expression was distorted, "Alian, even you fell in love with him, don't you! You want to Go save him, don't you?!"

The high priest slowly raised his eyes and looked at him, "Isn't it possible, master."

"No! I won't allow it!"

Yunlan suddenly screamed, and her nails dug into his arm, "Weishenglian, if you still recognize me as the master, you will never allow to save that bitch! The container doesn't need life, he just died like this Just right!"

The high priest looked down at him for a long time.

Although the person in front of him had a fascinating face, he was distorted and ugly, and the hatred and insidiousness in his eyes were even worse than those of evil spirits.

I can't see a trace of the man from before.

The high priest reached out and stroked Yunlan's face lightly, his eyes finally fluctuated a little, and his voice carried a hint of boundless loneliness, "Master... When will you come back?"

Yun Lan's eyes moved slightly, her expression softened, she leaned into his arms, and said softly: "As long as Ning Zhe dies, I can come back. So A-Lian, can you help me?"

The high priest turned his head and looked at the comatose young man in the dark prison in the distance.

In the past few days, because of Ning Zhe, he has done a lot of unnecessary things and made many unnecessary mistakes.

It's time to stop.

He is the master's servant, and he should always be loyal to the master.

The high priest closed his eyes, lowered his long black eyelashes slightly to cover the misty clouds in his eyes, and opened his lips calmly: "Yes, Alian understands, master."

......

"In this world, no one knows who the God is, and all the descriptions about his appearance come from the Zodiac Pavilion.

Legend has it that the high priest is the only one who has ever seen the god. "

No. 67 asked Ning Zhe to lie on his lap, and spoke slowly while applying medicine to him.

Ning Zhe turned his head, "Then Shangshen and Yunlan look the same? Who is the high priest?"

As soon as he moved, the medicine No. 67 was wiped away.

No. 67 slapped his ass, with a cold face, "Don't move."

"......Oh."

Ning Zhe paused for a moment, then lay back silently.

If you don't move, don't move, why beat people.

No. 67 applied the white ointment to the red marks on Ning Zhe's waist, and said indifferently, "Is it Yun Lan, the God of God? How could he look the same as him? As for your high priest, master, it's nothing more than that." It’s just a white lotus with bad eyes.”

"White lotus?" Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"You'll find out later."

No. 67 put on his obscene pants, avoided the wound, and hugged him, "Does it still hurt?"

Ning Zhe shook his head, "Didn't you turn on the pain shield, it doesn't hurt anymore."

As early as when Ning Zhi was whipped down for the first time, No. 67 opened the pain shield for him, and added many layers of protective shields on his body. When the whip fell on him, there was not much strength left.

Although these wounds looked terrible, they felt no pain at all.

No. 67 stretched out his hand and wiped the blood stained on his face, his eyes were cold, "He should die."

Just as Ning Zhe was about to speak, he saw his eyes turning coldly, "And you! I said earlier that I would take you away, but you didn't listen. Now you deserve the beating!"

Ning Zhe blinked, hugged his neck affectionately and rubbed, "I was wrong, don't be angry."

No. 67 frowned and said nothing.

Ning Zhe noticed that his body became a little stiff for a moment.

Her eyes flickered, her lips moved to his neck, she stuck out her tongue, and gently licked his Adam's apple.

No. 67's body trembled suddenly, and he lifted him up. The reaction was so great that his face turned black into a charcoal, "You can't be more honest!"

Ning Zhe stared at his red ears for a while, then blinked, "I'm hungry."

"..."

No. 67 threw him on the sofa, "Wait!"

Ning Zhe hugged the quilt and rolled around, looked at him obediently with his big black eyes, and replied, "Okay."

......

Everyone thought that Ning Zhe was struggling in the abyss of pain.

Ning Zhe, however, was lying on the soft sofa, sucking on the spicy beef instant noodles while watching cartoons without blinking.

And No. 67 peeled lychees for him and made dessert for him.

Ning Zhe hasn't lived such a happy life for more than ten years.

He was a bit reluctant to part with number 67.

But there are many things that he can't decide.

After eating, Ning Zhe put the bones on the small glass table and said to No. 67, "I want to revive God."

No. 67 paused when typing on the keyboard, raised his eyes, and glanced at him, "Say it again?"

"I want to resurrect God."

No. 67 frowned, "You were beaten stupid? The high priest just lied to you, how can there be any gods?"

"Yes." Ning Zhe said with certainty, "There must be. I want to revive him and ask him where Xuanxuan is."

Ever since he could remember, there had been a voice in the dark telling him that he was going to resurrect God.

Ning Zhe always thought that this was the inheritance of the mission engraved in the bones of Shenmai.

But it wasn't until he knew his identity recently that he realized that it wasn't because he was a divine vein, but because he was just a container.

God must exist.

He wanted to find out whether he really existed, why he couldn't remember a single thing from the past, wanted to know Xuanxuan's whereabouts, and even more wanted to know the meaning of his life for so many years.

No. 67 did not agree.

He threw the remains to Ning Zhe and said, "Ning Xuan's whereabouts, I will tell you after you complete the task."

"No, you don't know." Ning Zhe looked at him with a calm expression.

"You don't even know where Xuanxuan is, and you don't believe that Xuanxuan exists."

No. 67 was silent for a moment, stood up, walked beside him, looked down at him, "Yes, I don't believe it, not only do I not believe it, but I also want to tell you, this is the truth!"

Ning Zhe bit his lip and clenched his fingers, "No, you lied to me."

"What good does it do me to lie to you?"

No. 67 sneered and pinched his chin, "I thought you were smart, but you are so stupid. Who are you to be the high priest? You believe whatever he says? How many times have I told you that Ning Xuan is just you?" The imaginary person is a false memory poured into your mind by the high priest, why don't you believe it? Do you have to tear everything apart and put it in front of you before you can accept the truth?"

He said with a smile on his lips, "Okay, then I will tell you clearly that you have no father, no mother, and no relatives. Your body is a container born from the dead, and it is used by the high priest. It’s just an item to revive his master, do you understand now?”

Ning Zhe trembled, "You lied to me, you lied to me! Xuanxuan... how could Xuanxuan be fake."

Then what has he been living for all these years.

If even the only belief is shattered, then his life will be a joke.

Ning Zhe couldn't accept it.

No. 67 looked at him coldly, "I didn't lie to you, the one who lied to you has always been yourself."

"What kind of divine pulse, what Ning Xuan, it's just a means used by the high priest to control you and make you grow! And you not only believe it, but also use this ridiculous lie to deceive yourself, so that you have been living in a false memory !"

"Ning Zhe, now you should understand why you have no feelings and why you are always different from others."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and took a step back.

No. 67 smiled lightly, and patted his face, "Because you are not human, how could you have a heart?"

— "He's a monster."

——"Hit him, this lowly thing, how dare you come up to me!"

——"I really don't understand how the pavilion master would fall in love with a monster like him. I feel disgusted when I see him."

Countless noisy voices drilled into Ning Zhe's ears.

His eyes were in a trance, and he remembered many past events that had been forgotten.

——"Brother Yunlan, am I really a monster?"

"Do you think you are, Ah Ning?"

"I have no idea."

"Even if Aning is a monster, brother Yunlan will not abandon Aning."

——"Master, he didn't do anything wrong, why kill him?"

"These people are gossiping behind their backs, they should all be damned. How could Aning be a monster? Aning is my favorite Aning."

——"General, do you believe that a person will abandon his heart and become a monster?"

"I believe it, but I also believe that the emperor will never be that person."

But in the end, the person who said he would not abandon him was the first person to betray him.

Talking about the person who likes him the most, scolding him all day long as being humble and disgusting.

Then people who believed that he was not a monster called him a monster all day long.

Now, even No. 67 is pressing on every step of the way, tearing off his fig leaf and telling him cruelly that he is someone else's container and that he is a monster.