The entire basement is brightly lit, with dozens of arm-thick, one-meter-high candles placed in certain directions. The candles have a strange color, like lard, but for some reason, we can't smell it.

The smell of candles.

Lu Fanming was busy, his movements were graceful, but so meticulous and methodical.

Lao Hui was also busy. He finally adjusted his mood, raised his watch, and took pictures one by one.

"Keep your hands steady, so as not to make the photo blurry." I said to Lao Hui casually, but the hands in my trouser pockets were trembling. My voice was neither soft nor loud. It was very normal to speak here.

Lu Fanming must have heard it in the quiet basement, but I didn't care about it anymore. When we were standing at the window, Lu Fanming looked up at us with a weird smile on his lips.

Then he continued busy and ignored us.

Looks very confident.

"Don't worry, it's very advanced and anti-shake." Lao Hui answered me in a relaxed tone, but when faced with the scene in the basement, I think he was just as uncomfortable as I was.

Looking down from a height of ten meters, Lu Fanming looks like a little man, but the lights are brightly lit, so it does not affect our ability to clearly see Lu Fanming's every move.

There is a child hanging in the center of the basement. Because he is too thin, his age cannot be seen, but I know that the age of a child is usually no more than 5 years old and no less than 2 years old. In other words, at this time

Children who have just developed some thinking ability, but whose character has not yet been fully formed, are the best. You can artificially add any color to them.

You can be as ruthless as you want!

At this time, the child was hung in the center of the basement. Two thin gold hooks passed through his collarbone. Of course, he was not completely suspended. He was placed in a gold basin, and the basin contained

It was a basin of black and red liquid that just covered the child's collarbone.

I don’t know what the specific ingredients are in that liquid, but could it be something good? Because I saw the child twitching every few seconds with a painful look on his face. The liquid must have a strong stimulating effect.

You must know that two golden hooks were pierced through his collarbone, and there were wounds there.

Poor child, I can only use these five words to describe my mood at the moment. I even have the urge to break this iron door, rush in, and stop this tragic tragedy, just because I know that this child is still alive.

Yes, even adults may not be able to bear the torture. Why inflict it on such an immature child? Just to cultivate a devil that defies heaven?!

If he can bear it, he will die completely after seven or forty-nine days of various tortures. If he can still bear it, another seven or forty-nine days will be fine, because the longer time can bear, the kid

It becomes even more powerful!

The most reincarnations are nine, seven, seven and forty-nine days!

Can you imagine that every day is worse than the eighteen levels of hell? And a child with a pure mind has to bear it? He can't even ask why!

Lu Fanming's steps had a dance-like rhythm, and he seemed to be addicted to this kind of busyness. He had just added an unknown substance to the basin of liquid, and now he went to get a few more things, and he even carefully looked at them.

It was stored in a gold tray, as if he was preparing a feast for others.

I couldn't see clearly what Lu Fanming added to the basin, nor could I see clearly what was in his tray, because after all, we were ten meters away.

But in an instant, I understood what he had taken and what he was going to do. He abnormally put on a white coat, then took out the child's arm like a professional doctor and started to pat it.

He didn't look very satisfied, he was looking for blood vessels.

Children's blood vessels are already thin, so it must be very painful to be injected with a needle every day.

I felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to close my eyes, but I had to keep watching. The hatred would be deeper, and maybe I would be able to forget my own life later. I raised my fist and bit it hard.

Let the pain support me to continue watching.

Why do I know that he is looking for blood vessels? Just because I know that there is a very important link in the cultivation of a kid, which is to accept the blood of resentment!

After all, he was still dissatisfied. Lu Fanming sighed with regret. The sigh echoed in the empty basement, like a devil's sigh. He took the pillow and inserted it into the child's neck. There were obvious blood vessels there.

Isn't it?

There was a bag of blood connected to the end of the needle. Lu Fanming hung it up and said calmly and lovingly: "Child, absorb it well, daddy will take you to eternal life."

Of course, don't believe that Lu Fanming is the father of the child. Generally, when a kid is raised, he will claim to be its father. This is to prepare for the future secret technique of "stealing a dragon and turning a phoenix".

The child let out a weak moan, like a kitten meowing. It was pitiful and heart-wrenching. It must have been very painful. Such a thick needle had penetrated hard, and besides, he was already suffering pain!

"Lu Fanming, you fucking stop!" I finally couldn't help roaring, and punched the small window hard, but I didn't expect that the iron net on the small window, which didn't look like much, turned out to be

It was so hard that my fist was wiped with blood, but I felt no pain, only endless anger.

"Lu Fanming, you will definitely get retribution." Lao Hui, who was always calm, couldn't help but roared angrily.

Lu Fanming raised his head and glanced at us. He was very nervous. He raised a finger in a perverted way and made a 'shh' gesture to his mouth. Then he continued to bury his head and took out a set of seemingly very fine gold tools.

Then he inserted it into the child's fingers one by one.

The child cried, feebly, like a weak cat moaning continuously. His face turned an abnormal purple color, and Lu Fanming was very satisfied to see drops of dark red blood coming from the set of tools and

The connection point of the fingers drips out, looking satisfied

He made a very loving look, put his hand on the child's head, stroked it again and again, and said: "Son, you suffer in order to become stronger in the future. Dad feels distressed when he sees it, you know? Your blood is useless.

Blood is dirty blood and all needs to be drained out." At this point

At that moment, Lu Fanming's voice became urgent and sharp, and he yelled at the child: "In order to collect blood of the same blood type as yours, do you know how hard it is for dad? What's more, dad has to prepare and need all kinds of blood."

The preparations are just for this delicious blood to meet your requirements."

He spoke so excitedly that he pinched the child's head with his hand, and accompanied by his nervous and sharp voice was the child's weak moan-like cry.

This crying sound hit my heart, making me bend down slightly in pain. This is definitely one of the most miserable scenes in the world. The feeling of powerlessness made me suffocate, suffocated, and painful to the point of bending.

Only with my waist can I barely stand up.

Of course Lu Fanming doesn't mind torturing this child in various ways. In the process, the worse the torture, the more powerful the kid will be when it takes shape. In his eyes, this is not a life, it is just a powerful weapon, right?

"So, a person who pretends to be powerful on the surface is actually a heinous pervert deep down. This rule has proven time and time again." Lao Hui's words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

The kid is defiant and not accepted by the circle!

The cultivation of imps is not tolerated by the entire circle. It is for these reasons that it is cruel to the extreme. What I have seen is just the tip of the iceberg.

Can you imagine one of these steps? Let go of the blood that is on the edge of life every day, and then replenish it every day with the same blood type but the blood of the person who was tortured and killed. The blood was taken out of the body of the person who was tortured and killed moments before he died.

, of course the replenished amount is less than the released amount.

In the end, the whole body is filled with blood full of negative emotions. What kind of impact does it have on the soul? What’s more, you have to accept ‘torture’ every day? You can’t even ask for death!

As for how to die? Of course, in the end, when the blood is drained out day by day and the blood can no longer be replenished, he will die.

The magicians will master this rhythm, and they will control the little ghost to die within a specified time.
Chapter completed!