Mu Fan waved his hand, and the two of them entered the dreamland.
The surrounding blood is extremely thick, so thick that it seems that the place where the eyes sweep is full of blood.
As soon as I entered, I saw a humanoid corpse, motionless, lying in the middle, still bleeding.
"Wang Pingcheng is like this"
Mu Fan didn't dare to go up and admit that it was Wang Ping.
The cursed witch spirit nodded silently.
Approaching the past, Mu Fan saw that this Wang Ping could no longer be called a human being.
The mouth was sealed with a secret fishing line.
As if it was a bad taste, the tailor did not sew carefully.
Some places are dense, some places are scattered, and it is more painful to move when breathing.
The originally transparent fishing line was covered with blood.
But Wang Ping's body has long been blurred.
I couldn't tell which was the thigh and which was the calf, and it was bloody like a human stick, and the bones inside could be seen.
There are also two steel-like nails inserted into the soles of the two feet.
But the strange thing is that I don't know what kind of method was used to stop the bleeding.
"Okay, wake him up, we should ask him something."
Mu Fan nodded at Curse Wu Ling.
The cursed witch spirit waved his hand, and the surroundings were filled with gloomy souls.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Ping vaguely opened two blood-colored eyes.
"ah ah"
The fishing line in his mouth prevented him from making complete syllables.
He could only scream like a speechless person.
The cry was full of fear, fear and despair.
"It seems that you don't invite anything these days. It's like this with a single cry."
Mu Fan couldn't imagine what kind of torture this guy had suffered these days, but no matter what kind of torture, as long as he was told, the location of Twilight Castle would be good.
"Open his mouth."
Mu Fan gave instructions to the cursed witch spirit.
The cursed witch spirit nodded, and directly took the fishing line and separated it bit by bit, instead of disappearing instantly.
"Oh my mouth"
This bit of separation is much more painful than disappearing all at once.
It's like the tingling sensation of a blunt knife cutting flesh, this kind of mental torture makes people even more painful.
Mu Fan watched all this indifferently.
The cause before, the result after.
When he did evil, he should have expected such an end.
If I didn't have it myself, I'm afraid it's my own now.
"I'll ask you again, where is Twilight Castle?"
Mu Fan asked softly behind him.
Wang Ping seemed to have not heard a human voice for a long time, and turned his head mechanically.
The eyes of the two met.
Mu Fan's eyes were full of indifference.
But Wang Ping's eyes were full of fear.
"I can't tell you, I can't tell"
Hearing what Wang Ping said, Mu Fan shook his head in disappointment.
Really ignorant.
"En." Mu Fan's cold voice resounded throughout the strange dream.
Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi
Thousands of sharp blades passed through the chest.
Then he turned his head and rushed over again.
Immediately afterwards, a 360-degree circle formed, and everyone rushed towards Wang Ping.
"ah"
Fierce shouts came from Wang Ping's mouth again.
It used to be incomparably desperate and miserable.
"Tell me, I'll give you a happy one, lest you be a ghost and not dirty my place."
Mu Fan's voice came after thousands of sword soldiers were covered in blood.
"Give me a good time, I say"
Wang Ping finally succumbed, as a dream stealer, he knew that he couldn't win in this state in the dream.
After suffering for so long, I was physically and mentally exhausted.
After all, the soul is no longer the tough man he was before.
"Thousands of reincarnations, eternal pain, I can tell you where, but you have to give me a happy"
Mu Fan didn't say a word, and waved the sharp knife through his chest again.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me"
Wang Ping looked at Mu Fan with red eyes.
There was a hint of hatred in his eyes.
"Okay, I'll tell you."
While coughing up blood, Wang Ping laughed wantonly.
"Since you want to know, let me tell you."
The laughter was filled with a trace of disdain and irony, as well as hidden deep hatred.
Wang Ping knew that the old guy inside had also been looking for Mu Fan.
This time, maybe those old guys inside can avenge themselves.
Although I will die, it is the best to be able to pull one down as a companion.
"The Twilight Castle, hidden in the farthest depths, where there is sparkling light, alternating darkness and light."
Wang Ping's words did not directly say where.
Instead, he said some strange sentences.
These strange sentences seemed to have a unique charm. After finishing speaking, Wang Ping used all his strength to lie down on the ground.
ah
wheeze wheeze
"My soul has not betrayed you can't judge me, you can't torture me anymore"
Right after he finished speaking, Wang Ping seemed to have seen something strange.
His eyes were wide open, and the blood on his body gradually turned black like a curse.
Immediately afterwards, the blood on his body bubbled as if boiling.
And this kind of bubble is very hot at first glance, and the surrounding dreams seem to be swallowed.
"Can swallow dreams"
The cursed witch spirit tried to use the sharp blade constructed in the dream to stop the blood bubbles from splashing out.
But these sharp blades that were originally invincible were corroded without exception.
"A long river of blood?"
Seeing Wang Ping like this, Mu Fan suddenly remembered what he had said before.
Once the secret is revealed, the soul will be tortured by a river of blood.
"Kill me quickly, kill me quickly, I don't want to be tortured like this"
Suddenly, Wang Ping kicked his feet without knowing where the strength came from.
The spikes on the entire sole of the foot were broken free, and they were covered with black blood.
Then Wang Ping hugged Mu Fan's leg tightly.
"Kill me quickly"
"You promised me"
At this time, Wang Ping's tongue had turned black, followed by his face, which seemed to spread to his brain.
Mu Fan sighed.
Lightning flashed in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, there was a trace of thunder in the deepest part of Wang Ping's brow.
Wang Ping died, with a relieved smile and hatred in his eyes.
died.
The dead can't die any more, it's a complete mess.
There was a strong stench, and people who didn't know it thought it was an animal corpse.
No one would have guessed that there was a dead body in this puddle of mud.
"Okay, put it away, it's also disgusting.
Now that he's dead and we get what he said, it's not needed here for now. "
Mu Fan rubbed his own leg in disgust, this place was embraced by Wang Ping's dirty hand.
Then he turned his head and said to the cursed witch spirit.
"As you wish." Cursing Witch Spirit lowered his head, and the whole environment was broken.
The reincarnation of dreams is finally broken.
Mu Fan returned to the real world again.