The lord is red again

Chapter 43: Not afraid of torture, not abandoning, not giving up

Old Mand, who had just drunk a bowl of meat soup, came over and smiled at his miserable favorite Baisi.

But his favorite Baisi didn't smile much. After knowing what Old Mand was stewing, his favorite Baisi felt his stomach acid boiling.

But it smelled good.

It smelled very good!

Old Mand: "Didn't your Mayor Roning say that you should never trust those mutant freaks?"

"No," said Baisi, puffing up her cheeks, afraid that she would vomit.

What a good game, why do you always have to make some cult stuff.

He was so angry now that he was willing to provoke Old Mand and others directly and be hacked to death by random swords.

Now he just wanted to wait for his own people to arrive and watch these bastards being hacked to death.

To delay time.

You can also do "eye position" real-time supervision.

"Tell me all about Prey Town." Seeing that his favorite Baisi was so well-behaved and obedient, Old Mander felt that the heavy punishment could be omitted. He liked soft-boned enemies the most.

No worries.

"Prey Town..." The favorite Baisi opened her mouth and couldn't say anything.

At the same time, she was muttering in her heart: Could it be that this is some special process task, but I came here by accident and skipped the key plot.

It seems that we have to find the so-called Prey Town first, and then follow the plot there, and then find this place to let the plot go on.

He thought well, but Old Mander obviously wouldn't let him leave, let alone let him go to Prey Town to complete the pre-plot.

"There are many people in Prey Town, and everyone lives very well." The favorite Baisi said dryly: "Well, very well."

He didn't even know what place that was.

"I underestimated you" Old Mander shook his head: "How could people who can survive in this era have soft bones."

Open the cage and punish.

"Fuck, what is this, cutting fingers?" The favorite Baisi, who was pulled out and had one hand pressed on the table, asked curiously.

Seeing his relaxed face, Old Mand pulled the corner of his mouth and pulled out the dagger from the sheath of his boot.

The sharp dagger pressed the little finger of the favorite white silk, and easily rubbed out a red line.

Blood spilled.

The table was pooled with blood.

"Hiss" the favorite white silk took a breath of cold air. He had blocked the pain and it didn't hurt at all.

But seeing his finger being cut by a button and bleeding, there was still phantom pain.

Seeing the favorite white silk grinning, Old Mand showed a satisfied smile.

It's easy to deal with if you are afraid.

People only have 10 fingers, but men will have 11 chances! He has a way to make the favorite white silk feel scared and cooperate to answer his questions.

The dagger was slightly raised and pressed down suddenly.

Click, the little finger was cut off.

"Fuck!" The favorite white silk screamed.

"Hahaha!" Old Mand laughed heartily.

Others were similar, admiring the panic and...smile on Zui Ai Bai Si's face?

Wait, a smile!

"Interesting, iron juice." Zui Ai Bai Si looked at his severed finger curiously. It was the first time that someone cut off his finger.

When he watched movies before, he had also seen those tortures and tried to put himself in them... Then he found that the phantom pain made him unbearable. Imagine a bamboo stick stuck in the fingernail.

Hiss——

And now, Zui Ai Bai Si smiled at the torture and was shocked by the enemy. He actually felt a sense of being recognized.

So, this is how it feels to bear torture and pain in order to defend your bottom line.

He didn't feel the pain, but he felt the feeling of giving up everything just to protect the secret in his heart, the feeling of going forward even if there are thousands of people.

He was a little moved by himself, and tears welled up in his eyes.

It's just a little imperfect. His desperate efforts really have nothing to do with Prey Town, and he doesn't want to tell the secret of Prey Town, but he really doesn't know.

Forget it, continue to be handsome.

"Interesting, let's see how long you can endure!" Old Mand pointed the dagger at the ring finger of Zui Ai Bai Si.

It fell, and the finger was broken!

"Wow" Zui Ai Bai Si remained calm.

Old Mand stared at the extremely ugly and hideous face under the green hair, trying to analyze fear and pain from it, but he was disappointed.

Except for the initial surprise, the other party's eyes were only surprised.

It was as if he could not feel the pain at all, and the arm was not on him, but on someone else.

Old Mand gritted his teeth: "Take off his pants!"

"Fuck, what are you going to do!" Zui Ai Bai Si suddenly panicked.

Cutting off your own fingers didn't work, so you started cutting cow paper, right?

You are a bastard with only red, orange, yellow, green and blue.

The more he struggled, the happier these bastards without blue or purple were.

"Old Mand!"

"What's wrong? You are quite skilled at taking off pants for women, but you can't do it for men?"

"No, this ugly man can't take off his pants."

"What?"

Old Mand looked at the white pants that seemed to grow on his flesh and fell silent.

This must be some kind of magic, but why use magic to make pants grow on flesh, how to go to the toilet, how to vent...

He looked at Zui Ai Bai Si with sympathy.

Zui Ai Bai Si broke the defense: "Fuck, what's that expression on your face, and who are you calling ugly man, is my handsome face related to ugly?!"

Zui Ai Bai Si was not as annoyed as she was now when her fingers were cut off and cow paper was cut.

"Let's change the method." Old Mande didn't know what to do when he met this weird guy.

He certainly couldn't kill him. They followed the order of Lord Serin and had to find out the situation in Prey Town. The living captives were very useful.

It would be best if the problem could be solved without bloodshed. After all, this matter was not only Lord Serin's order, but also the goal of another lord to expand the territory.

Tortured, laughed.

Tortured again, still laughed.

Until his right hand became bare, Zui Ai Bai Si still didn't spit out any useful information.

"I admit that I underestimated you." Old Mande was tired and stabbed the dagger on the table.

Looking at Zui Ai Bai Si who didn't change his face, it was the first time he saw such a tough person.

There are people who are not afraid of death, but are there really people who are not afraid of torture.

"Kill him," Old Mande waved his hand.

Instead of wasting time, it's better to kill him and eat the meat directly.

"Wait!" Hearing that he was going to kill himself, Zui Ai Bai Si was a little panicked.

He is a hostage and also a ward. If he dies, what will happen to the undead who haven't arrived yet? How can he determine the final credit and... grab the head?

"Oh?" A smile reappeared on Old Mand's face.

Being afraid is a good thing, which means cooperation is possible.

"I~"

Favorite White Silk prolonged her voice.

"Can~"

"Can~"

"Put~"

"I~"

"Know~"

"Know~"

"Of~"

"Tell~"

"Tell~"

"You~"

The tail tone was deliberately prolonged, and he had to take a deep breath after each word. If Old Mand and others still couldn't see that Favorite White Silk wanted to make trouble, it would be a waste for him to live in the doomsday world for so long.

"You are stalling for time. Who do you think can come to save you?" Old Mand sneered: "Even if you are the guards of Prey Town, without the protection of the city wall, you will only die here."

He and others have nothing left, and now they have dedicated everything, including their souls, to survive.

The people around Old Mand were not his subordinates, but they were all wanderers, all hoping to be loyal to Lord Serin, and... all ate mutant freaks, those blood lambs.

Sacrifice something, and you will gain something.

As long as you can survive, all sacrifices are worth it.

Unexpectedly, Zui Ai Bai Si nodded in agreement.

All he wanted was to delay time. No matter what he talked about, he was just sitting here to talk to you.

Someone had already contacted Zui Ai Bai Si, including the Black Tortoise Shield, the Moon Slashing Blade, and the Dragon Scale Sword trio who had played games together before.

They have arrived!

Facing the chattering Old Mand, who looked like he had won the game, Zui Ai Bai Si just wanted to sigh:

Look, the corpse is talking!