Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 72

The air here is thick.

Bloody smell, rotten smell, darkness, humidity, stuffy heat, lack of oxygen, Xi Wuchou has been immersed in such an environment for an unknown how long, and occasionally remembering the feeling of the outside world with the coolness and breeze inhaled into his nose, it seems like a lifetime ago.

He was still trying to keep his head clear, even though it meant a thousand piercing pains weighing heavily on that string.

He can no longer tell which part of his body is still available, seven or eight different kinds of pain will come from the same part at the same time, and there is no need to expect numbness of pain, but the brain's ability to sensitively perceive where it is injured has indeed failed.

In the first three days, King Zhenbei was the one who did it, with cruel pleasure in his eyes.Xi Wu Chou did not expect such a distorted expression to appear on this dignified face. Looking at the complete set of equipment and the relatively fresh blood, the frequency of use of this torture room clearly shows that the prince perverted hobby.

He left three days later. At this time, Xi Wuchou's body was still in dilapidated condition, and he couldn't recognize his human form.

King Zhenbei is keen to break a beautiful and perfect piece of porcelain, but is too lazy to do anything with those pieces.

But for Xi Wuchou, the real pain has just begun. A talented executioner will vent his unfinished anger on behalf of his master. He begins to test his wild ideas on this strong body.

His techniques are much more detailed, and his understanding of pain is also more profound. Before every muscle is completely damaged, it must have exerted its maximum usefulness.

Only one day later, Xi Wuchou's body began to tremble uncontrollably as soon as he saw him.

I don't know how long the following days passed. Each day challenged the limit of his endurance, and then the next day was even more unbearable, until the executioner finally got tired of this piece of rotten meat.

And this is the moment Xi Wu Qiu has been waiting for.

The King of Zhenbei had long forgotten about him, and the executioner also believed that he had collapsed long ago - even if he was still awake occasionally, it would be okay, he could not still have the ability to resist.

Not to mention that the meridian tree had been dug out from the beginning, even if he really had the power to resist, how could he resist not using it when he was wailing, screaming and trembling so many times before?

Arabian Nights.

But Xi Wuqiu just held back.

Although the Meridian Tree was destroyed from the beginning, the eyes were dug out only the next day.

The so-called "immortal-given pupil" means that although the purpose of this left eye is not to accumulate true energy, some of it does remain.

He carefully kept this weak zhenqi, day and night, it was his key to the door of life.

Until the man unhooked him like a piece of rotten meat.

"Pfft" sound.

In the quiet execution room, the executioner stared wide-eyed, as if seeing a sharp thorn protruding from the pork on the chopping board, piercing the butcher's throat.

It can take a month to kill a person, or just a blink of an eye.

Xi Wuqiu accurately controlled the remaining amount of his true energy, not wasting any of it, because he still needed the remaining true energy to support this body whose bones and muscles were completely broken and had no remaining strength.

——During the past few days, he did not eat any water or food for the first 20 days, and occasionally had to eat some swill afterwards.

Stepping over the corpse at his feet, Xi Wuchou touched the door based on his memory.

When he was captured here that day, he memorized his whereabouts, and this memory was preserved as preciously as the infuriating energy.

Finally able to take it out.

It's night when we go out.

Although his eyes can no longer detect light, there are many other qualities of the night that have often accompanied him in his experiences over the past ten years.

The location of the execution room is relatively remote, and the way to leave has already passed through his mind thousands of times. This is the first time he has measured this land with his feet, but he is already familiar with it by heart.

Walking through the garden and turning out of the city from the back wall, this is the edge of the palace, with only an elegant small courtyard and a hut for no one knowing what it is used for.

He would go to the small room first because that was supposed to be the kitchen.

He had to eat and drink. He needed precious energy to climb over the courtyard wall and leave the city. He couldn't waste it on nourishing his body.

I touched there, pushed the door, and sure enough it was locked. I turned to the window and squeezed in. After groping around, I suddenly touched a piece of warm earth wall.

It's... the stove!
Xi Wu Chou sniffed and groped quickly, stuffed the soft things in the pot into his mouth, and swallowed them slowly enduring the severe pain of rubbing his rotten mouth.

The decision to enter here was correct, although it consumed time and energy, two equally precious things.

But not only water and food were provided here, but also time—because the furnace wall was still warm, it should be near nightfall at this time.

Xi Wuchou sat here for a while, and felt some heat in his body after a long absence, and he squeezed out from the window again.

Continuing forward, hidden among the trees, he walked weirdly like an animal based on his memory.

This is a rockery, and I reached out and touched the jagged rocks.

There should be flowers here, and sure enough, the fragrance has already passed into the nostrils.

The sound of water, here comes the spring.

There should be a kiosk in front, go around and pay attention to the steps.

After 150 steps, we should reach the small courtyard.

I don't know who lives there, try to go around.

Suddenly he stopped, and a rather light person in the small courtyard was kicked out, rolled twice and rolled to the ground.

Xi Wuchou stood motionless in the shadow of the tree, blending into the night.

Then there was another "thump, thump, thump" step out the door, accompanied by a sharp female voice: "Bitch! The pig's hands that wash the urine bucket every day dare to touch my hairpin!"

The woman on the ground wailed and let out an "uh", and then seemed to be cut off.

Xi Wuchou couldn't see things, but he was very familiar with this sound - it was being stomped heavily on the stomach.

"You think this hairpin is pretty, don't you? Do you still fucking want to try it on?! You bastard, don't you want to touch it? Let me touch it! Let me touch it!"

It was the sound of a sharp object entering the body, it should be the hairpin.

Another hurried footsteps ran out, accompanied by words of comfort: "Miss, miss, calm down - oh, why did you dirty your hands for this kind of pig?"

The piercing sound stopped.

The young lady stood up panting, and screamed: "Kill me, feed the dog!"

"Okay! Feed the dog, feed the pig! Miss, don't get mad." As he spoke, the man kicked the lying girl in the face.

Xi Wuqiu hesitated for less than a second.

He reached down and picked a leaf from the tree.

When he made this decision, he realized that he was still alive so vividly.

In the previous dozens of days of darkness, including the period after escaping from the execution room, he was just a survival machine.

At this moment, the zhenqi that had been carefully preserved day and night flowed out without hesitation, washing Wu Chou like a ghost in the wind.

A leaf cut open the throats of two people. The young lady stretched out her hand and wiped their necks strangely. Blood poured into her hands like a fountain. She raised her hands and saw that there was still fear in her bright eyes.

Xi Wuchou watched a master and a servant fall in front of him.

With only half of the true energy left, he can still climb over the courtyard wall, but he must not be able to support outside the city.

Xi Wuchou heard that the tortured girl on the ground was slowly sitting up. After the master died like this, she would definitely not be let go—but she would not survive.

I didn't want to save her either.

Xi Wuchou slowly collapsed on the ground, and he suddenly understood the truth: after escaping, he would come back decades later and suffer the same torture as the enemy, that is called revenge; Doing the exact same thing that got you into this situation, and doing it again, is called victory.

——You think that those tortures that have come for dozens of days and nights have completely destroyed me, but in fact, even I have not changed a single bit.

(End of this chapter)