They use various methods to torture and kill others, just like eating and drinking. If you don't do it for a day, you will feel uncomfortable all over. Moreover, the methods they use are countless times more cruel than us."

"So I thought, how about using two of their most commonly used methods on you today for you to watch?" A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and he said, "The Skinning Brothers Gang likes to use it the most.

The methods used on others include scalping and another, cutting open the stomach and pulling out the intestines."

"As far as I know, if a person is scalped, he can live for about a week, but if his intestines are pulled out, he will die in pain after six or seven hours." The middle-aged man suddenly pulled up the hair of the captive on the ground.

Say, "Which project do you want to experience? Or should you try them all? Don't worry, I will definitely comply with your wishes."

The captive, who was pinned to the ground and unable to struggle, was now extremely frightened. He cried loudly, losing control of his eyes and crotch: "No, no, no, please, please forgive me."

I."

"I can't satisfy you with just this request," the middle-aged man grinned. The dagger had already cut through the prisoner's scalp. "Since you don't choose, I will automatically choose to scalp for you! To be honest, my parents used to scalp.

It’s my first time to cross an Indian’s scalp, so it’s best not to struggle, otherwise I can’t control what will happen, hahahahaha…”

The middle-aged man smiled crazily, even crazier than the previous man in black robe. His dagger had already cut a deep and ever-expanding gash on the forehead of the prisoner beneath him, and that

The young prisoner cried out in fear and begged for mercy, but no one paid any attention to him. The people around him just watched with interest as their boss scalped him alive, without even a hint of mercy in their eyes.

"stop!"

Just when the poor young man's scalp was about to be completely cut open, the middle-aged man's desired voice finally sounded, interrupting the trajectory of his dagger.

"Beaver Cave," the man on the tree gasped, and seemed to be shouting with all his strength, "He... he let them go in Beaver Cave, and I will lead you..."

"Very good," the middle-aged man put the young man's head and face covered in blood away, put away the dagger, and said, "You made a wise choice, sir. I believe that your leader and I will

The meeting will bring gratifying results."

Everyone in the temporary camp immediately took action. In less than ten minutes, everything was packed up on their horses, and the "seventh generation" believers were also untied.

The man put on his black robe again and mounted the horse prepared for him by the group.

He looked back at the bewildered congregants behind him, smiled bitterly, and said, "Go to the nearest camp. Don't call me an informer. Of course, that's fine if you really want to say that. I won't."

OK."

Roanoke Mountains, the deepest part of Beaver Cave.

The great leader of the "Seventh Generation" sect, "Shepherd" Virgil Edwards gently put down his own special dagger, waved his hand, and asked the congregants standing by to torture the man who had been tortured under his hands.

The dying woman was thrown out of the cave.

Too many things have happened in recent times. "Prophet" Fitch and "Preacher" Delamere have been arrested successively, which makes him a little irritated. "Baptism" for young women who are not of the same religion can help

He calmed down and gained a brief moment of peace.

The so-called "baptism" is to use knives to perform various artistic creations such as "carving" and "peeling" on the whole body of the "baptized person", with the ultimate goal of bringing the maximum achievable pain to the "baptized person", and the "baptized person"

"You can't die during the whole process. This is a technical job, and Virgil Edwards is the master of it.

"Your Mightiness."

A man with black hair shawl and a calm temperament called him.

Virgil Edwards said with some boredom: "Brother Allen, didn't I tell you? If there's nothing important, don't bother me."

"A 'driver' is back," Allen said calmly, "and he brought us some visitors."

When Virgil Edwards heard this, his expression froze. He thought carefully and said, "Let the representatives of the visitors come in. Remember to unload his weapons, arrange more people, and keep an eye on other people outside."

"I obey the imperial decree, your great lord." Allen bowed and turned to leave.

Not long after, Allen brought a middle-aged man in and introduced to the man: "This is the great leader of our sect, Mr. Shepherd."

"Nice to meet you, His Excellency the Great Shepherd, or Dear Mr. Edwards," the middle-aged man took off his hat and bowed slightly, and said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Colm.

?O'Drisco, maybe you have heard of me, maybe you have not heard of me, it doesn't matter."

"Well, Mr. O'Driscoe," Virgil Edwards turned around, looked at the smiling visitor, and said, "Tell me, what is important?"

"I know some relevant information about the initiator of the recent arrests of important leadership figures of yours," Colm said calmly, "and I have a cooperative project here. I wonder if you, Mr. Shepherd, are interested?"

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Chapter completed!