In the dark cell.

Sauron saw dry blood everywhere, and it seemed that they had used it quite a lot.

There were charcoals that were erected, as well as soldering irons, whips, knife saws, etc. The young man in front of him had long disappeared from his original appearance. There were dozens of whip marks on his body, which looked bloody. There were scars left by the iron on his chest and side face, and a slave sign was also imprinted on his forehead, and his fingernails were pulled out one by one. The bloody scene made the faces of the two girls behind the middle-aged woman change slightly, and they seemed to have almost vomited, but they still forced them to hold them back.

"You!...you group...I curse you..."

The young man's speech was a little confused, as if he had consumed too much strength because the bleeding had drained, but his eyes were still vicious and his expression cursed them with a hideous expression.

The sheriff seemed to want to regain his prestige, so he picked up the whip and whipped hard, making the other party's flesh bloom, and gasped: "Prince Tinale, look! He has been completely controlled by the evil god, and no matter how he tortured, he will only say this."

The middle-aged woman's face changed slightly, and she seemed to have been pampering and had never seen much blood.

She turned around and looked at Soren, as if she wanted to ask if he could do it. Soren's expression was very calm. He had seen too many scenes, and the one in front of him was nothing at all. He just said slowly: "Can you treat his injuries? If this continues, he will soon die of excessive blood loss!"

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and used a treatment for slander.

The power of the magic technique began to take effect, and the blood on the young man quickly recovered, as if he had recovered a lot of energy. He opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but Sauron directly stuffed it into his mouth with a rag, blocking the ill words he wanted to blurt out. He turned around and looked at the others and whispered: "The next picture may be some children's fault. I think it's better for you to go out."

The people present were obviously hesitant.

The middle-aged woman frowned, then turned around and walked outside. Her intuition told her that the adventurer in front of her might be saying it was true.

She didn't really want to see that kind of scene that was too unacceptable.

The sheriff's expression was ugly, but he did not go out because he wanted to see what methods Sauron planned to use. The young man in front of him almost resisted all the torture, without saying a word, just cursing them for more than an hour. He did not believe that the adventurer in front of him could have any great methods.

“Back a little.”

Sauron glanced at the others, signaled them to stand far away, and said, "Don't talk, don't interrupt me, what I'm going to do next requires concentration, I don't want anyone to interrupt my work."

"Do you understand?"

This tone was very annoying. However, the cold eyes made everyone feel chilled, and they seemed to tremble involuntarily.

Sauron smiled, his expression a little hard to say.

He walked to the young man, whispered in his ear, as if he was talking to himself: "Do you know? I was very depressed today! When I saw what you did, I suddenly felt like a joke this month. I took Vivian so far away and left a dangerous place, but it seemed like I was heading into another dangerous place."

"It's really hard to be purified!"

"It's really hard to find a place to stay safe. I'm not that afraid of fighting. I'm not that afraid of death. I just want her to grow up in a relatively safe environment."

"After all, she is only eight years old, she is far away from some bloody killings. Growing up happily is not a high requirement, right?"

"But God seems to be unable to get along with me."

"It may be that there is really no place to escape. No matter what, I can't escape these."

“Think about it now.”

"Golia's divination of Vivian said that she had seen countless blood and fire. Maybe this is really fate. There will always be so many things along the way. She will try her best to avoid them or encounter them. I don't know if it is my fate or Vivian's fate. Maybe it is the fate of both of us."

"Actually, I don't know what I want to say, maybe I just want to say it casually."

"Because you will never want to see what I have to do next. But you have to see it and feel the whole process, because you are my work."

Sauron slowly pulled out the scimitar, his palms trembled slightly, but soon became as stable as a rock, but his finger bones turned white, perhaps because he was exerting too much force.

He looked into the eyes of the young man in front of him and whispered: "The believers who whip the girl are actually very annoying."

"Because you have a specialty in resisting pain and torture, normal torture is basically useless to you. When I was staying in the dark area, I often saw the priests of the Spider God Queen being helpless to you. But what's not bad is that I know there is a way that is very useful to you, and I have also learned this method from others for a while."

"Do you know what it is?"

Sauron approached the other person's ears. This strange and soft whisper increased the other person's psychological pressure, made him feel uneasy, and his whole body twisted, trying desperately to stay away from him.

Sauron smiled, although he smiled but looked like a demon, and said softly: "Skin!"

"My craftsmanship is actually not very good. The best craftsmanship is in the abyss and hell, and then it is the dark area. But I think the craftsmanship will be better than the executioners in the mortal world. After all, I have received some professional training. Do you know the dark area? There is the territory of the drow elves. They are masters of torture, and some methods are more cruel than demons!"

"Skinning is an exquisite job. Only by peeling off a human skin intact can it be considered a just-introduction level."

"When I was a slut, the Drow Elf who trained me was a torture master. Do you know what he was wearing? A very powerful legendary equipment is stronger than many knight armor. That thing is called [Human Skin Demon Armor]. Only those who are the most evil and destined to fall into the abyss hell after death will wear this thing on their bodies!"

"He told me that a qualified skinder will live your work after you have completely peeled off a human skin."

"This is truly a level of qualification."

"Actually, I'm not sure that you can live, but I should be able to live for a while. After all, I'm also super agile, and there's a third-level priest outside."

Sauron spoke very lowly, only the tortured person next to him could hear it, and the person standing in the distance could hear nothing.

The young man who was hanging up was trembling all over, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense. He opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth was blocked, and he could only make a ummy sound.

Sauron raised his scimitar, looked at the other party and smiled, as if chatting with his friend, "Actually, I would never do such a thing before!"

"It's a pity that you happened to let me lower the bottom line a little today because I was really angry."

"The kind that's very angry."

"It is said that believers who torture the goddess will enjoy the pain. I don't know if you can enjoy this process next. I know that your endurance is good. Now you probably won't tell me what I want to know."

"But it doesn't matter."

"I am an honest person. I think it's better to let you feel my skills first, and then decide whether to tell me."

“Right?”

Soren raised the scimitar expressionlessly, and then cut slowly but steadily along the top of the other person's head. The force was actually not very strong, but his palm was very stable, steadily cutting from the scalp, sliding down the back of the neck, and then cut off the skin on the spine to the end of the spine, steadily cutting the first line.

The tortured person was trembling all over, and the fear in his eyes almost completely covered the pain. He struggled desperately, but he still felt the flesh on his back being stripped open. It was no longer just painful, the pain was not as terrible as imagined. What was really scary was not the pain exerted on him by the other party!

The others present seemed to realize something. The sheriff's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to look at Sauron anymore.

"Don't move around."

Soren gently pinched his neck and said slowly: "If you move around, your work will be incomplete. This is just the back, followed by the arms and thighs. It is said that a skilled skin peeler can peel off his scalp first, and then deal with other parts. I don't have such superb methods, so I can only deal with other parts first, so that you can see other parts of yourself."

Blood slid down drop by drop.

There were already guards unable to see it anymore, so they turned around and ran away, as if they would have nightmares if they looked at it more.

Sauron carefully broke through the other party's arm, then looked up at the other party. The other party made a ummy sound, his eyes were full of fear and begging. He said lightly: "It seems you want to say something?"

The tortured nodded desperately and exerted very, very hard.

"Very good." Sauron slowly withdrew his scimitar and then said, "This work is actually very tiring, and you are willing to say it is naturally good."

Bang.

Sauron snapped his fingers, took off the rag from his mouth, and said to the back: "Please come in. He is willing to say it."

The sheriff's body stiffened for a moment, then walked outside. For some reason, his calves trembled a little and almost staggered to the ground.

The tortured person who was facing away from Sauron slowly withdrew his scimitar, and his palms were slightly trembling.

But soon he took a deep breath and all his emotions gradually calmed down.

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Chapter completed!