One thought in love

Chapter 804 Where Are They Locked Up? 2
When Gong Xiangyu's hand was struggling forward, the edge of the shackles tightly strangled his wrist and sank into his flesh.

The sharp edge carved wounds on his wrists, and the blood flowed out along the wounds, staining the shackles in small circles of red.

The whole room smelled of blood, but it wasn't because of the wound on the wrist.

Butler Gong stared at the knife in the hand of the "Dark Guard" with red eyes, and the knife was pressed against the scalp on top of Gong Xiangyu's head.

The thick black hair on his head had been shaved clean, and it shone brightly under the not-so-bright light in the cell.

Before the knife of the "Dark Guard" was actually cut, Gong Xiangyu collapsed from fear and yelled, he couldn't even feel the pain on his wrist.

Then, the knife cut into his scalp like cutting a watermelon.

"Ah..." Gong Xiangyu screamed, the pain on the top of his head was indescribable, making him wish he could die now.

He had never been like this for a moment, hoping that he would die quickly so that he would not have to suffer such torture again.

Wen Chengyun and Wenren came every day and tortured him in different ways every day, just to prevent him from dying.

When his body couldn't bear it and was dying, a doctor would come to see him and save him again, assuring that he would never die until Wen Chengyun and Wenren gave orders.

And they only tortured him all the time, but they didn't touch Butler Gong, they just let him watch Gong Xiangyu from the sidelines, making him suffer psychologically.

After the knife sank into his scalp, he stood still, allowing him to experience the unbearable, extremely slow pain.

Wen Ren and Wen Chengyun sat on comfortable chairs, and Wen Ren raised his legs contentedly, drinking tea and nibbling sunflower seeds with Wen Chengyun.

"Pfft!" Wenren spat out a piece of melon seed skin and said, "In the past, the Indians had a tradition that the victor would scalp the defeated one."

"Of course, most of the time, the defeated is killed and then scalped. But there are also many times, out of hatred or other various reasons, the victor will also skin the defeated scalp."

Wenren knocked another melon seed and said, "Of course, I've never tried this before, so I'll ask you to try it this time."

"Unfortunately, the enmity between your family and ours is truly irreconcilable, so let's scalp it alive!" Wenren pointed to the light bulb above Gong Xiangyu's head.

"After cutting off your scalp and drying it, put your scalp on the light bulb and make a wooden frame to imitate the shape of the old kerosene lamp. It must be good." Wenren gestured.

Gong Xiangyu was in so much pain that he couldn't listen to Wenren's words at all, his head was throbbing with pain, like a hammer was hitting it desperately.

There was also a throbbing pain in the ears, and constant tinnitus.

The vision in front of him became more and more blurred, his brain went blank one after another, his face was frighteningly white, and his eyes were dull.

There was a rumble in his ears, he seemed to see Butler Gong roaring, but he didn't know what he was shouting.

"Continue peeling!" Wenren ordered.

The "Dark Guard" immediately started again, moving the knife expressionlessly.

The blade is extremely sharp, the kind that cuts iron like mud.

In fact, Wenren wanted the blade to be blunt, so that if he could not cut through it, he had to use all his strength to cut back and forth.

But Wen Ren doubts Gong Xiangyu's ability to bear it. If he cuts like this, Gong Xiangyu will faint to death within three strikes.

In this way, it would be better if the blade is sharper. Even though the cutting is not so uncomfortable, the pain after cutting is very cruel.

Gong Xiangyu was so painful that his consciousness was blurred. He didn't even know how much his scalp had been cut. He felt a whole piece of pain on the top of his head, as if the "dark guard" was peeling his scalp. It was so painful that it was numb.

Gong Xiangyu was shivering constantly, feeling the warm and thick liquid left on his left temple, and it was a little itchy as it slid across his skin.

Then, the fluid flows down the front and back of the ear.

When the "dark guard" cut open the front of his scalp, blood immediately flowed down the scalp, almost covering his entire face.

The blood stained his eyebrows and eyelashes, and slid into his eyes, staining his eyeballs, turning everything he saw red.

"Ah..." Gong Xiangyu screamed heart-piercingly, tears kept pouring out, mixed with the blood, making the bright red even more, almost turning his entire face into bright red.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Butler Gong kept pushing the glass door, but naturally it couldn't be pushed open.

His eyes and face were red with hatred, almost as red as Gong Xiangyu.

Wen Cheng turned around and looked at Butler Gong with cold eyes.

"Your son is like this, it's also your fault, it's all your fault." Wen Chengyun said in a cold tone without any emotion, "If you didn't want to revive the Ge family, you didn't have nothing to do to provoke us , your son will be fine."

"You take him incognito and become an ordinary person, and you can live your life in peace." Wen Chengyun said, "But you don't, you insist on involving your son, knowing that this is a death-for-you ending."

"If you fail, you will suffer great torment. You should have had the awareness of failure long ago, the possibility of failure, and what kind of punishment your son will suffer if you fail." Wen Chengyun snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Now that you have thought of it, you still have to let him participate. It means that you chose his fate for your son, and the torture he is suffering now is also your fault. It doesn't matter if you want to die, but you still want to die." I will drag your son to die together."

Wen Chengyun shook his head: "So, the members of the Ge family have no humanity."

Then, he turned to look at Gong Xiangyu, who had been in so much pain that he lost consciousness.

Regardless of whether he could hear it or not, he went ahead and said, "Young man, if you hate him, you hate your father. Things that you know will not succeed will drag you down."

Just when the "dark guard" was about to cut out a "冂" shape on Gong Xiangyu's scalp, Gong Xiangyu finally couldn't stand the shock.

Wenren waved his hand: "Shut it back and continue tomorrow."

"Young Master." Chai Yu stood behind Wen Ren for a minute before, and only spoke when it became quiet.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ren asked back.

Chai Yu took a deep breath, bent down and whispered into Wen Ren's ear, "Young Master, Jia Ran is waiting outside."

"You brought her here?" Wen Ren's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

Chai Yu suppressed the pressure brought on him by this gaze, and said bravely: "Young master, she has been looking for you for several days. If no one brings her here, she will wander around in the mountains by herself."

The man fell silent, and Chai Yu summoned up his courage and said, "Jiaran is crying, you can't keep hiding from her like this!"

Now that he has opened his mouth, Chai Yu no longer has any scruples. Anyway, he has already started talking more and less. If he will be punished, Wenren will not punish him just because he speaks less.

"Young master, don't forget what Feng Jiewei did back then. Do you want to do the same? If this continues, Jiaran will collapse! Her feelings for you are different from those for Feng Jiewei. This time it will be different. It must be slowed down."

"Chai Yu, you are getting bolder now!" Wenren said with a grim expression.

Chai Yu bowed his head respectfully, but continued to say: "If the young master insists, at least we should talk to her."

Wenren sighed, stood up, and looked behind Chai Yu with a complicated expression.

Although there was a dark corner behind him, there was nothing there.

"If I don't go out, she will always be waiting outside, right?" Wen Ren's tone could not suppress a trace of pain.

Chai Yu didn't answer him, the Wenren already understood.

Wenren paused and sighed, "Let's go!"

After Wen Ren and Chai Yu left, Wen Chengyun stared thoughtfully at the direction in which they disappeared, and finally sighed.

"This brat..." Wen Chengyun said sadly.

"Tell me, if I scold him, can I wake him up?" Wen Chengyun asked without looking back.

"Patriarch, trust the young master and Jiaran!" Chai Zhong said, "I think, since the young master didn't give up willingly, which made him suffer, sooner or later he will realize that he still cannot do without Jiaran. And Jiaran will not agree to let the young master break up with her with such a reason."

(End of this chapter)