Immersive Thriller Game

Uncle Luo didn't even look back, he grabbed Song Jingfu's wrist from the air, and then he squeezed it gently, and Song Jingfu's wrist was crushed directly.

"Ah..." Song Jingfu screamed and passed out.

"Do you think I don't know about your trick?"

Uncle Luo looked coldly at Dean Liang who was hung up by the iron rope: "When I first pulled you into this world, I found that you were missing a part of your soul, so for so many years I deliberately put you into this world by mistake.

The purpose of throwing a living person to you to eat is to wait for the escaped soul to come back and save you."

"Today I finally got what I've been waiting for. As long as I kill this person, your soul will be completely imprisoned here by me. I won't have to worry about you escaping anymore!"

At this time, Dean Liang's upper body had been brushed so hard that his ribs and internal organs were exposed. He hung his head miserably, and his whole body was trembling with severe pain.

But even though he was so embarrassed, he was actually laughing, and his voice was getting louder and louder.

Uncle Luo, who was about to kill Song Jingfu, stopped. He looked at Dean Liang who was laughing and said sarcastically: "Why are you laughing? Are you crazy because you are too desperate?"

"Despair? Haha, it doesn't necessarily mean who is desperate!"

Because the wound was involved when he laughed, Dean Liang's facial features were twisted together, but he still didn't stop laughing, as if he was really crazy.

"Humph, you are so stubborn, I want to see if you can still laugh after a while!"

After speaking, Uncle Luo picked up the unconscious Song Jingfu from the ground with one hand and strangled his neck with the other hand.

"puff!"

Seeing that Song Jingfu was about to be strangled to death, Uncle Luo felt a pain in his leg. He looked down and found that Dean Liang's canine teeth were stuck in his leg.

And what stabbed the canine fangs into his body turned out to be a mutilated corpse on the ground.

No! That's not a body!

Old Liu stood up from the ground unsteadily. At this time, he was missing an arm, was covered in wounds, and half of his face was chewed off.

Despite being so seriously injured, he didn't die.

What's even weirder is that the remaining half of his face actually showed the same smile as Dean Liang's.

Uncle Luo had no idea that Song Jingfu was just a bait and that the part of the soul that Dean Liang had separated from was actually Lao Liu who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

Black veins appeared on his leg where the canine teeth had stabbed him, and the veins were rapidly spreading throughout his body. The minced meat on his body also showed signs of being scattered, just like the meat-crushing man Wang Miaotong met at the beginning.

He threw Song Jingfu aside, bent down and pulled out the canine tooth on his leg, and then stepped back with a painful expression. It seemed that the canine tooth had caused him great harm.

"How's it going? Are you like before, when you clearly thought you had a chance to win, but you were still defeated by me? Haha, you are destined to be unable to defeat me!"

Dean Liang laughed loudly. He held the iron chain with both hands and pulled hard. The thick iron chain was broken by him at once, and then he broke the iron chain wrapped around his feet.

These iron chains were formed by Uncle Luo's mind power, so when he was injured and his mind power was affected, these iron chains would naturally not be able to imprison Dean Liang.

Dean Liang, who broke free from the chains, walked up to Lao Liu and smashed his head with a punch. The body fell to the ground, and a cloud of black gas floated out from the body.

Dean Liang took a deep breath and inhaled the black air into his body. After that, the shocking wounds on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seems that his soul is complete.

Uncle Luo stared at Dean Liang with a cold expression. He gritted his teeth and said, "Although your strength has been restored, this is my world, and you cannot defeat me!"

"Yeah?"

Dean Liang, who had fully recovered, walked towards Uncle Luo step by step. He opened his mouth and pointed at the gap between his teeth and said:

"Every time you torture me, I will pour all my resentment and anger into this tooth. Over the past few decades, the power accumulated by this tooth has been enough to cause damage to your soul. Now it is time to calculate this

It’s been an account for decades!”

After speaking, Dean Liang exerted force with his right foot, causing gravel to fly under his feet. His huge body rushed towards Uncle Luo like a boulder shot from a catapult.

…

After Mo Shouchen put the little ghost in gray into the ghost-suppressing jade pendant, he went directly to the basement. Just as Wang Miaotong said, the corridor in the basement was lined with iron doors on both sides.

He walked to one of the iron gates, carefully stretched his head towards the fence window, and then looked inside.

There was a faint light on in the cell, and he saw a kid lying on the ground, and next to him a humanoid monster made of minced meat was covering the kid's mouth with a pillow.

The kid struggled desperately and looked very painful. This should be the moment of repentance that the kid in gray said.

Mo Shouchen looked at several more cells. In addition to those who were smothered to death with pillows, there were also those who were stoned to death, bled to death, and skinned to death.

There was even one whose hands and feet were hung on a wooden stick with a fire burning underneath. He was probably roasted alive before he died.

This basement is simply a living display area for the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

Mo Shouchen felt strange. Didn't the rumors say that Uncle Luo used pillows to cover the children to death one by one while they were sleeping?

However, in these cells, there were only a dozen or so little devils who were suffocated to death by pillows, and the remaining ones died in different ways.

Could it be that before the tragedy happened, Uncle Luo had already extended his poisonous hand to those orphans and killed them in various strange ways?

There are too many doubts, but Mo Shouchen is not interested in the truth. What he hopes most now is to quickly find a way to kill Uncle Luo, and then find a way to leave this world.

After walking forward for a while, he finally found the iron door with a cross carved on it, but there was no scream from inside as described by the kid in gray.

He looked at the time and saw that there were still twenty minutes until two o'clock in the evening. Logically speaking, Uncle Luo should be torturing the dog in the cell at this time, but why couldn't he hear anything now?

Mo Shouchen walked to the iron door curiously, and then prepared to take a sneak peek at what was going on in the cell as before.

But just when he stretched his head toward the iron door, there was a loud "bang" sound, and the iron door flew out and hit his nose, and smashed into the opposite wall.

Mo Shouchen's legs were paralyzed, and cold sweat suddenly started to flow down his face. If he had stretched his head further forward just now, his head would have been cut off by the iron door that flew out.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he noticed that there was another person flying out together with the iron door.

After taking a closer look, he found that the man was Uncle Luo. A bloody hole was punched in his chest, and he looked extremely miserable...

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