Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 599 "Punishment Tower" Fengnan's Bloodline

After entering the room, Zhao Yi opened his evil pupils.

But it was still pitch black in front of him.

There was an uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness.

There seemed to be a layer of flying sand in front of him, and everything he saw had a clear sense of distance.

After a while, the feeling of weightlessness ended.

A woman with torture instruments appeared in front of Zhao Yi.

Four tiny iron hooks pierced her scalp, pulling it apart into four petals, and her skull was clearly visible.

She was very polite, and when she saw Zhao Yi, she bowed to him.

After bowing to Zhao Yi, the woman stretched out her hand and motioned Zhao Yi to sit on the torture chair.

Zhao Yi tried to touch the woman and the torture instruments next to the chair, but failed.

These things are not real.

It is an image left by the power of rules.

It can bring people an immersive experience, but the degree of influence on people is limited.

That is, the torture instruments will cause unspeakable pain to people, but will not really leave scars on people.

After sitting on the torture chair, the woman took the torture device from the side and placed it on Zhao Yi's head.

In an instant, Zhao Yi's eyes flashed with countless broken pictures - countless people who had sat on the torture chair, screaming wildly and leaving this world with blood.

A tearing pain came from the top of Zhao Yi's head.

For Zhao Yi, this moment seemed to have passed for several years.

He seemed to have experienced all the sufferings of all the sufferers who had died on this torture device.

But Zhao Yi's expression was surprisingly calm.

Physical pain was difficult to attract his attention.

Finally, the woman on the side took off the torture device on Zhao Yi's head and said to Zhao Yi:

"Congratulations on passing the first test."

Zhao Yi looked at the woman.

He didn't speak.

Because he knew that this woman was just a video left by the rules, not real.

She couldn't answer his own questions.

But following the woman's guidance to the second room, Zhao Yi's system storage space shook more obviously.

That was... Fengnan's feather.

It only shook when it was close to Fengnan's lost shoulder blade.

Zhao Yi was very curious.

Why was Fengnan's shoulder blade lost in the torture tower?

The torture instruments in the second room were not much different from those in the first room.

It's just that the control of the torture instruments over the body gradually deepened.

Skin - flesh - tendons - organs - bones - marrow.

Zhao Yi tried the first six rooms one by one, and also deliberately paid attention to Fengnan's figure.

Until the seventh room.

There was no statue responsible for the reception, only a torture instrument and a door.

There was a note written next to the torture instrument:

[The ultimate bliss. ]

"Masochism."

Zhao Yi's eyes flashed.

Academically, masochism is a sexual preference disorder that likes to suffer pain, humiliation or enslavement during sexual activities.

But in fact, extreme masochism has nothing to do with sex.

Pain and pleasure are no different at the critical point.

Excessive pain can make people crazy.

Excessive itching can also make people crazy.

After reaching the critical point, the senses collapsed and the cognition was confused.

The pain of the flesh would provide crazy pleasure to the brain.

People would indulge in it and could not extricate themselves.

Reason was destroyed by the intersection of pain and pleasure.

A new personality was born.

This personality was infinitely degraded by desire.

In the seventh room, you can get freedom by pushing open the door without suffering the pain of punishment.

But will people who come here really choose to push open the door to freedom?

Or... choose to indulge in this painful sea of ​​desire forever?

Zhao Yi gently stroked the torture instrument on the table.

An ordinary shackle.

This torture instrument... is no longer an image left by the rules, but a real torture instrument.

It is not even sharp enough to connect to human flesh and blood.

Wearing it means giving up freedom.

Zhao Yi slowly opened the shackles and put his hands in.

The pain in the flesh did not affect Zhao Yi, and it was difficult for him to feel dependent.

The limit of sensory tolerance had been "removed" by Zhao Yi many years ago.

At this moment, he took the initiative to put on the torture device because the feather in the system shelter has been activated to the limit.

This means that Zhao Yi is infinitely close to Fengnan's shoulder blade.

The torture device is locked.

The mountains collapse and the earth cracks.

The pain in this shackle is the endless destruction and exile of the human spirit!

It's like an astronaut repairing a spaceship in the universe. The rope on his body suddenly loosens, and he just watches himself drift away...

It only takes a moment for this shackle to destroy the spirit of most people!

Even Zhao Yi felt the pressure.

This feeling of exile is too familiar.

In the gray world, he is the only colorful person.

Behind the splendor is the loneliness of isolation from the world.

Zhao Yi resisted the pressure and kept sensing the people who had received this round of punishment in the past. Finally, in the extremely distant past, he locked a blue-winged birdman.

…

"Put the shackles on him."

"These shackles are very precious. It would be a pity to use them on such a stubborn person. It is better to kill him."

"He has a thin bloodline passed down from before the chaotic era. The value is far greater than the shackles!"

"His bloodline has been decomposed?"

"Yes, with the information left by the foundation, we found samples before the chaotic era... The ancestor of this bloodline is a god named Ju Mang."

…

A fragmented conversation was recorded, and then the blue-winged birdman was put in shackles.

At this moment, Zhao Yi resisted the violent mental shock and took out Fengnan's feather!

The feather moved gracefully, flowing with a wisp of power that was above the rules, and the mysterious light was dyed, absorbing some kind of mark from the shadow of the torture instrument...

After a long time, the feather returned to normal.

It was no different from ordinary bird feathers.

Zhao Yi's eyes burned with black flames, and a powerful force burst out, breaking free from the sealed torture shackles!

He returned to reality.

He was soaked in sweat.

Panting slightly, Zhao Yi closed his eyes and sorted out his messy spiritual world.

Apart from him, it is difficult to find a second person in the world who can actively get out of this kind of "pain of bliss" after experiencing it personally.

He put away the feathers and dragged his slightly heavy body to the door.

Pushed the door open.

My eyes were dazed for a while.

PS: Second update.

Good night, my dears!!

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