I supported the ground with both hands and stepped backwards quickly, but the wooden wheels of the prison truck pressed closer and closer. Several times, they pressed down on my pants, and I struggled to free myself.
In the flash of lightning, droplets of Xia Qingqing's blood flew past my head, and went straight to the top of the prison car, where they fell on the person's head.
I didn't have time to see what was going on in the car, so I backed away crazily. It wasn't until the drop of blood collided with the iron plate of the prison car that the rolling wheels stopped pressing on my pants.
As soon as I started to sweat, billowing black mist spewed out from the car door.
The black mist rushed toward me on the car. Two pairs of pale ghost hands pushed aside the mist and went straight to grab my chest.
"Open!" I shouted angrily, raising my hands and running straight towards the opponent's ghost claw to block it. Unexpectedly, the moment I touched the opponent's wrist, a pale human face suddenly came out of the fog, and in an instant Close to my face.
Before I could fight back, Ghostface suddenly let out a long roar, and sharp sound waves rushed towards my ears like knives. I suddenly became dizzy and swayed on the spot twice before falling to the ground unconscious.
When I woke up again, I was tied to a cross-shaped wooden stake.
The first thing I felt after I woke up was the excruciating pain in my hands. When I looked sideways, I realized that there were two long nails nailed into my palms. A nail several inches long penetrated the back of my hand and drove into the wooden stake several inches deep. No wonder I woke up from the pain.
I tried to move my hands, and then I breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, the nails passed through the seams of my bones and did not break my hand bones.
When I looked back, Xia Qingqing and the three of them were also tied to cross stakes and hung in the air. The only difference is that there are no nails driven into their hands.
Jue Xin, who was hanging on my side, saw me waking up and said with a fierce smile: "Yes, you deserve it! Who asked you to block the crime-suppressing prison car? Just wait for death! Just wait for death!"
I was too lazy to pay attention to the mad dog, so I raised my head and looked at the woman: "That friend from the fox tribe, shouldn't it be time for us to get to know each other?"
The man smiled bitterly and said: "We are all dying, why ask so many questions? My name is Chu Hanyan."
Chu Hanyan finally said his name.
Just as I was about to speak, a cold voice came from the cell in the middle of the second floor: "Bring in the death row prisoners!"
"Hahaha..." Juexin laughed wildly and said, "Wang Huan, you're done! You're completely done! Now, you are the only one tied down there. The death row he was talking about is you. Just wait to die!"
Not only did I feel conscious, I also felt that I was the prisoner on death row.
The doors of the two prison vans suddenly opened, and I poured my inner strength into my arms—even if I lost my hands, I wouldn't really sit there and wait to die like a prisoner on death row. No matter what, I have to make the person who wants to kill me pay some price.
I just struggled for a moment and found that the ropes tied to my body were about to cross and tie on my meridians. With the ropes suppressing me, I couldn't use my true energy at all. I could only watch two people wearing soap. The jailer in clothes walked slowly towards me.
The two of them should be the people hiding in the crime-suppressing prison car just now, but my ghost eye secret technique can't see any life in them. Are they zombies, ghosts, or some kind of machine puppets
Before I could see the true faces of the two jailers, they suddenly turned around and walked towards a detective hand hanging on the wall, standing under each other with their heads held high.
As soon as the two people stood firm, a prison car slowly drove out of the cell on the second floor. Before the prison car reached the edge of the platform, it turned around and pushed forward a few feet across the platform, crushing the hand that was hanging on the detective. The man immediately fell to the ground with a scream.
The two jailers didn't wait for the other person to fall to the ground, and grabbed the wooden frame on the left and right to hold the person in the air. The detective was already frightened out of his mind and kept begging for mercy: "Let me go. I have nothing to do with the Three-Eyed Clan. Don't..."
The man on the second floor shouted again: "Silence!"
A jailer reached out and pinched the detective's neck, held the other person's chin and raised his face upwards, pinched the other person's cheeks, took out a nearly three-foot-long crochet hook from his body with his left hand, stretched it vertically into the other person's mouth and gently lifted it. Pick, after a trace of blood oozed from the corner of the man's mouth, he would scream and whimper like a wild animal, and could no longer say a word.
Executioner!
I have heard people say that in the executioner profession, there are many sinister secret techniques, "Silence" is one of them.
In ancient times, some prisoners on death row had to be punished publicly and executed in public, but they were not allowed to talk nonsense. The executioner usually found a way to silence the prisoners before executing them.
The simplest way is to put something in the mouth of the death row prisoner, and at a higher level, use mute medicine to make the person mute. However, both methods have drawbacks. A discerning person can see the clues at a glance, but they appear to be covering up. This method of using a throat needle to directly cut off the vocal cords of a condemned prisoner was a secret that was not passed down by executioners in ancient times.
Whether these two jailers were ghosts or monsters, they must have been outstanding executioners during their lifetimes.
While I was in shock and doubt, the two jailers had already dragged the detective hand to the round platform in the cell and inserted the cross wooden stake into the center of the round platform.
That's the guillotine!
I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Why didn't I expect it to be a guillotine just now
The man on the second floor didn't give me any more time to think: "Broken tendon!"
The two jailers each pulled out a scimitar and quickly slashed it across the man's hands and feet. Several sounds of the man's tendons being severed by the sword suddenly reached his ears. The body of the detective hand also completely lost the strength to struggle. Hanging softly on the cross.
"Broken eyes!"
I originally thought that the next move of the jailers was to gouge out the man's eyes. Unexpectedly, they took out a steel drill that was over a foot long. One of them grabbed the detective's head from behind, and the other Use the steel drill to hold the opponent's eyebrows, and quickly twist the drill bit.
The steel drill slowly pushed into the forehead of the detective hand with a bone-crushing sound. The man's eyes almost stared out of his sockets, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't make a sound and could only act like a dying beast. The same low roar.
I heard a soft sound of a bone being drilled through. As soon as it came from the detective's hand, the executioner holding a steel drill quickly withdrew the drill bit. Without damaging the brain tissue of the opponent, he lifted the drill bit bloody His hands moved aside.
"Tail!"
After the sound came again from the second floor, the executioner pulled out a long nail, opened the scalp of the detective's hand, put the long nail against the opponent's head, and drove it into the wooden stake behind him. At this time, the detective who was still struggling in pain God's Hand could only hold his head high and stay motionless on the wooden stake.
"Incense!"
When the sound started again on the second floor, the two executioners took out a hammer, nailed a hollow iron pipe into the middle of the detective's head, inserted a lit incense stick into the pipe, and put their hands behind their backs again. He retreated to the side of the wooden frame.
"The punishment is over!"
The man on the second floor only said two words and then there was no movement. The two executioners walked back to the prison car numbly, turned the wheels and disappeared into the depths of a cell.
The entire cell was as silent as death for a while, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of fearful breathing.
After a short moment, Juexin laughed crazily and said, "Wang Huan, have you seen it? This is your fate. Just wait! They didn't kill you this time. The next person will definitely be you."
I sneered: "You idiot, haven't you understood? Those people are executing prisoners of the Three-Eyed Clan. They nailed me here, not to kill me first, but to regard me as the leader of the Three-Eyed Clan. , want me to watch how my clan members are killed one by one. Therefore, I will definitely not die first."
When Juexin's face suddenly changed, I sneered again: "You tell me, when they execute you next time, if I cry and beg them not to kill you, what will they do?"
Juexin's face turned pale instantly: "You, you... you can't do this!"
I snorted coldly: "From now on, you'd better shut your mouth. If I hear another fart, I will definitely find a way to let them kill you."
When Juexin lowered his head with a ruthless look, I turned to look at Chu Hanyan: "Miss Chu, I really want to know why you, the Qingqiu Fox Clan, are so interested in the Three-Eyed Secret Realm?"
Chu Hanyan said dejectedly: "At this point, is there any point in talking about this?"
"Of course!" I said solemnly: "I always feel that everything has a chance of survival until the end. Maybe there is a way to survive in this cell."
"A way to survive? Haha..." Chu Hanyan smiled bitterly and said, "Didn't you hear Monk Xin say that it was a crime-suppression prison vehicle? People who enter the crime-suppression prison, whether they are humans or ghosts, cannot get out."
I turned to look at Juexin: "That fake bald donkey over there, tell me what the crime-suppressing prison vehicle is?"
Juexin suppressed his anger and said: "The crime-suppressing prison car, I saw it once in the secret record of the detective hand. The person who performed that mission was the Snow Demon Fox. According to the record of the secret record, they were going to explore the name of 'Hell' The entrance to the heaven-level restricted area."
"At that time, 400 elites were invested in the detective hand, and five elders led the team. As a result, only a few people escaped from the restricted area, and the others all died under the crime-suppressing prison car."
"According to eyewitness descriptions, the crime-suppressing prison van belongs to the category of sophisticated mechanisms. There are at least thirty-six types of fatal mechanisms in a prison van. Once the detective is chased by the prison van, it will be difficult to escape. Those people back then were desperate to die. I just brought back the information on the crime-suppressing prison vehicle."
When I heard this, I interrupted Juexin and asked, "Are those prison cars moving on their own, or are they controlled by someone?"
"Someone is operating it!" Jue Xin said, "The person operating the prison car is the same kind of jailor just now. The detective doesn't know their specific names and can only call them ghost soldiers. However, they are definitely not ghosts."
I looked at Juexin: "Has the Detective Hand studied ghost soldiers? Tell me the truth, this is very important."