amaotonovel Chapter 331 Return
Chapter 331 Return
The sound of coarse cloth tearing was particularly harsh in the cold torture chamber.
Hu Qing's torn trouser legs were roughly pulled down, revealing his pale and skinny legs.
The small knife in the guard's hand shone coldly under the torch. The back of the knife slowly scraped across Hu Qing's cheek, bringing a slight chill.
"Do you know what kind of knife this is?"
The guard grinned, revealing jagged yellow teeth. "This is called the Thousand Leaf Blade. One stroke carves thirty-six thin slices of flesh—I guarantee you'll enjoy it to your heart's content."
Hu Qing's vision was blurred by blood and sweat, and the salt water stung his eyeballs, causing them to feel a burning pain.
He tried to move his fingers, and the forbidden runes on the shackles immediately lit up with a dark red light, nailing his soul firmly to this broken body.
When the cold tip of the knife touched his thigh, Hu Qing's muscles twitched instinctively.
The guard deliberately tapped his taut skin with the flat of his knife, admiring the goose bumps that appeared on it.
"I'll give you one last chance." The blade slowly pressed down. "Where is the Sea Tribe's base?"
Hu Qing now finally understood that there was no such thing as reasoning here.
You can only confess under torture, and they will tell you what crime you are guilty of.
Hu Qing raised his head, his cracked lips opening and closing slightly.
A hint of pride flashed in the guard's eyes. Thinking that he was about to confess, he leaned forward and moved closer.
"Pooh!"
A mouthful of saliva mixed with blood hit the guard's nose.
The warm liquid flowed down his face to the corners of his mouth, with a salty and rusty taste.
The guard froze in place, wiping the dirt off his face with his fingertips, and suddenly laughed softly.
"good very good."
He shook off the blood foam on his fingertips and plunged the tip of the knife into Hu Qing's thigh. "I've changed my mind. Let's try something new today."
The dull sound of the blade cutting into flesh was accompanied by Hu Qing's suppressed groan.
The guard deftly turned his wrist, and a piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wing was picked up, appearing translucent in the firelight.
The blood flowed down the bend of the leg into the groove of the iron chair, forming a thin stream.
“This is called ‘fish scale scraping’.”
The guard blew away the blood on the tip of the knife and brought down the second cut, right next to the last one. "I heard that a skilled executioner can incise a prisoner a full 3,600 times..."
The severe pain came in waves like a tide.
Hu Qing dug his nails into the armrest of the iron chair, and his broken fingertips left ten winding blood marks on the metal surface.
His consciousness began to blur, but before he was about to fall into coma, the guard pinched his philtrum and forcibly woke him up.
"Don't sleep," the guard said, carving a twisted flower above his knee. "The fun has just begun."
When the knife flashed again, Hu Qing's dilated pupils reflected a pool of water in the corner of the wall - the empty eye sockets of the purple-haired boy were vaguely reflected on the turbid water surface.
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The warhorse's breathing became heavier and heavier, and every burst of white air was filled with a strong fishy smell.
Gu Yang leaned over and pressed close to the horse's neck. He could clearly feel the horse's heart beating violently beneath its fur - the rhythm was as disordered as the drumbeats in a rainstorm.
The sweat soaked on the saddle condensed into salt frost in the cold wind, falling down with the bumps.
"Hold on a little longer..."
Gu Yang's voice was extremely hoarse.
The reins on his right hand had already rubbed his palm, and the blood had stained the leather dark red.
The outline of the city wall on the east coast was faintly visible in the twilight, but the warhorse under his crotch suddenly stumbled -
The crisp sound of broken bones mixed with the wailing of horses exploded.
The moment Gu Yang was thrown out, he instinctively curled up his body, and his back scraped against the gravel ground, leaving a three-meter-long blood mark.
The stinging pain of the gravel digging into his flesh actually sobered him up a little. When he staggered to his feet, he saw his warhorse lying on its side on the ground, twitching.
The white foam from the horse's mouth was tinged with blood, and its amber eyes were bloodshot.
Gu Yang trembled as he reached for the Huiyuan Pill in his storage bag, but the horse's head had already crashed heavily to the ground.
In those wide-open pupils, there was still the last bit of obsession to run towards the military camp.
"Damn..."
Gu Yang slumped beside the gradually cooling horse corpse, and only then realized that his legs were cramping uncontrollably.
After three days of continuous sleepless travel, the vortex of spiritual energy in the dantian was almost exhausted.
He tried to circulate his mental skills, and immediately felt a sharp pain like a knife cutting through his meridians - this was a sign of overdrawing his spiritual power.
The sea breeze, wrapped in a salty and fishy smell, blew in my face.
Gu Yang bit his tongue and forced himself to concentrate.
A thin wisp of spiritual consciousness seeped out from between his eyebrows and floated towards the military camp like a candle in the wind.
This ray of spiritual consciousness passed through the soldiers who were changing guards, passed by the kitchen where smoke curled up, and finally caught a familiar spiritual power fluctuation at the camp gate.
Commander Li was talking to a group of soldiers at the door.
Gu Yang's spiritual consciousness clung to it like a drowning man grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.
Almost at the same moment, Li Yan suddenly turned his head, and his knife-like profile showed sharp lines.
The bronze tiger talisman hanging around his waist suddenly emitted a green light, and the whole person turned into a shadow and rushed out of the camp gate.
"hold onto!"
The roar seemed to come from far away.
In Gu Yang's blurry vision, he saw Li Yan's figure stepping into the air and tearing through the twilight, his black cloak fluttering behind him.
He wanted to raise his hand to signal, but found that he couldn't even lift a finger.
The last thing he was aware of was the warm touch of Li Yan's calloused palm supporting the back of his neck, and the burning heat of the nectar pouring down his throat.
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The warm water wrapped around every inch of his skin, and Gu Yang felt like a dead leaf soaked in nectar in the chaos.
The pale golden liquid was seeping into the body through the pores, and wherever it passed, the broken meridians began to entwine and grow again like vines in spring.
He vaguely heard the "cracking" sound of his bones, like the cracking of ice when the winter snow melted.
"cough--!"
Gu Yang suddenly sat up, bringing with him a handful of light golden liquid medicine.
He gasped heavily and saw that he was soaking in a bronze medicine basin. The grooves of the basin were engraved with rejuvenation runes, and spiritual fluid was still flowing in the basin.
The deep abrasion on his chest that was so deep that the bone was visible had grown new pink flesh, which rose and fell slightly with his breathing.
"Ow—"
Suddenly, cold scales rubbed against the back of my hand.
Gu Yang looked down and saw a purple dragon over ten feet long coiled on the edge of the medicine basin, with tiny flashes of lightning dancing on the dark purple dragon scales.
His pale face was reflected in the pair of amber vertical pupils, and the dragon's whiskers brought a slight tingling sensation when they brushed across his cheeks.
"Little purple?"
Gu Yang stretched out his hand in disbelief, and his palm touched the familiar spiral pattern on the dragon's horn - that was the knife mark left when the little guy bit off the scabbard of Hu Qing's sword three months ago.
Zilong rubbed his head against his chest affectionately, but forgot to restrain his strength.
With a dull "bang", Gu Yang was knocked back into the medicine liquid, and the splashing water soaked the various maps hanging on the wall.