Iron chains were tied to sharp meat hooks, and the human skins on these meat hooks hung there as if they were drying.

And not far from these skins, in several huge wooden barrels, piled up with bloody corpses, it is clear that these are the providers of human skins.

As the secret door opened, the air began to circulate.

The pungent smell of blood made Mord, Edgey and other veterans who had been on the battlefield cover their mouths and noses one by one.

Darrow. Although Thunder came in once, this time he was still a little uncomfortable, and his face was slightly pale.

Gray frowned and returned to normal.

After all, under the former crown of the people, he has seen a situation that is a hundred times more cruel.

Dean, on the other hand, walked inward with an unchanged face.

Reading the 'memories' of those ghosts, Dean already knew what was going on here, and the steely nerves that had been trained didn't care at all.

Step, step!

Dean stepped forward, and the rest immediately followed.

Carefully thread through one meat hook after another.

Whether it's Mod, Aggie and others, or Droz. Neither Thunder nor Gray wanted to be touched by these skins, especially the ones that were only half of their skins, and their flesh and corpses were still hanging on them.

"Ten thousand damn times!"

Aigie and the others saw a petite corpse, which should be just a child according to the proportions, which made Aegie and the others angry and turned to Pound. Thunder glared.

Tove scolded the other party even more.

Gagged Pound. Thunder didn't care, his eyes filled with anger even showed sarcasm at this moment.

"Do you think I won't dare to kill you? You skinning demon! ”

Tov gripped the hilt of the longsword with one blow.

But. But he was stopped by Mod and drew his sword.

"Leave everything to Your Majesty!"

Mode glanced at Dro without a trace. After the Thunder. Said so.

Tov indignantly let go of his palm.

And this made Pound. Thunder became more and more proud.

"Humph!"

Tove snorted and walked briskly towards the front.

"Lord Pound. Trust me, you're going to die! ”

Mord continues to hold Pound. Thunder walked forward and whispered in the other person's ear.

Bond. Thunder snorted coldly from his nose with disdain.

Darrow. Thunder frowned, but didn't say anything, and walked quickly towards the front.

After about twenty feet of progress, the strong smell of blood suddenly cleared, and there were no iron chains, meat hooks, etc. in front of me. Instead, a red carpet appeared, with bookshelves, desks, and chairs.

Dean walked straight up the carpet, pulled a few books from the shelves, and sat down in the chair behind his desk to read them.

In the memories of those ghosts, these books are Pound. What Lei Ting cares about the most is that he will read carefully every time, and if he wants to understand the human skin book in his hand, reading the book in front of him is naturally the best way.

Of course, he didn't forget that he wasn't alone.

"Give me a moment!"

Dean said without looking up.

Everyone nodded yes, and then. Looking left and right.

A strange and wonderful feeling rose from the bottom of everyone's hearts.

In the front is a bloody slaughterhouse, while in the back it becomes a quiet study.

The contrast is too strong.

"What a madman!"

Ou Lun, who was the most silent among the team leaders, couldn't help but speak at this time. And Jack, who has always been active, is as honest as Pooly in this situation.

The most grumpy Toff, once again looked at Pound. Thunder, obviously eager to cut off the opponent's head with a sword.

However, it is clear that Tove remembers what Mod said and does not really make sense.

And this made Pound. Thunder maintained that haughty appearance, and even kept provoking Tove.

"Lord Pound, you should be glad that you entered here with Your Majesty, otherwise, those ghosts will definitely not have any bones left to gnaw on!"

With a gentle smile, Gray said something creepy.

"Why don't you believe it? The existence of everything has a process of quantitative change to qualitative change - one of those ghosts may not be so powerful, but what about ten, hundreds, or even thousands? It's enough to leave you with no bones left, not to mention that you're practicing a secret technique from outside of Devendilan, which is enough to make those ghosts undergo mutations that Devendiran doesn't know! So, thank Your Majesty for your kindness! It was the crown that saved you from the suffering of your soul being eaten! ”

In Gray's words, Pound. Thunder's whole body trembled, but the next moment he looked at Gray with a tougher attitude.

Look like you won't believe it!

"I'm not telling you to believe, I'm just telling you a fact so that you can die in peace - when you enter the land of the dead, you will know what you are up against!"

Gray shrugged his shoulders and stopped looking at Pound. Thunder.

And on the side of Droz. Thunder came over.

"Lord Gray, will those ghosts be in the Land of the Dead?"

The young man said with a slight groan.

But the meaning of that could not have been understood by those present.

The young man was still worried about Pound. Thunder, even after death.

"Fate is fair!"

Gray looked at the young man with a smile and said, "When it gives you something, it must mean that you lose something - especially when you kill an innocent person, your fate is already closely linked, and it will not change until you die!" Or even another start! Unless ......"

"Unless what?"

The young man asked subconsciously.

"Unless you can cut off your fate! However, it is clear that both you and Pound . . . Your Excellency Thunder can't do it, and Your Majesty may be able to do it, but I don't think Your Majesty will help with that...... Hmm, the Skinning Demon! ”

Gray continued to laugh, thinking for a moment. Quoted from Toff's to Pound. Thunder's evaluation.

The young man looked at Dean, who was reading. Then he smiled wryly.

Because. He knew Gray was right.

Dean is definitely not going to help Pound. Thunder.

In other words, he would not have given Pound a new place if he was in Dean's shoes. Thunder any help, after all, Pound. The fault made by the Thunder is simply too great.

is so big that he must kill his relatives in righteousness.

Otherwise, his oath to protect his subjects would have become a joke.

Call!

Exhaling deeply, Droz. Thunder looked at Pound with absolute star. Thunder, the latter looked into the eyes of the young man. Suddenly, he struggled violently.

Obviously, Pound. Thunder guessed what was waiting for him.

The previous pride, disdain, and ridicule were now gone, and only pleading remained.

He hopes that he will be able to get Dero. Thunder's forgiveness.

In fact, in the previous moment, Pound. Thunder didn't think he was going to die, at most he was just imprisoned.

Because he is the highest-ranking person in the Thunder family.

Even Droz. Thunder also needs to call him an uncle.

It's just that when you see Droz. After Thunder's desperate eyes, Pound. Thunder panicked. He felt the threat of death.

Woo, woo!

Gagged Pound. Thunder can only make such a sound.

There was not a single word of begging for mercy. But that couldn't be more obvious.

However, Droz. Thunder didn't pay the slightest heed, and instead turned around.

Suddenly, Pound. There was a deep despair on Thunder's face.

Look at the Pound all over the place. The despair on Thunder's face, and the happy look on the faces of Edge and the others.

That's how it should be!

It's really not a pity for the other party to die!

If the other party does not die, the ghosts who enter the land of the dead will not be able to rest in peace.

Woo, woo!

Bond. The thunder struggled more and more intensely.

However, no one paid attention to him, and in the entire secret room, there was only Pound. The sound of Thunder struggling itself and the sound of Dean flipping through a book.

Dean flipped through it quickly.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is ten lines at a glance, and besides, several books seem to be heavy, but in fact there are not many pages.

So, half an hour later, Dean looked up.

"How's it going?"

Gray and Droz. Thunder stepped forward and asked.

"Alan. Elegy carries on the legacy of an evil saint, and this inheritance includes his own leather book, as well as some of the origins of the evil saint - a plane called 'Seto', which is rife with curse-like voodoo spells, and they believe that souls have great power, and if they collect enough souls to torture them, they can draw enough power from them! ”

"Moreover, this kind of torture begins when the other party is alive, and until the other party dies, it is another beginning, and there is no time to stop, forever!"

Dean said slowly.

"It's cruel!"

Jack exclaimed.

The squad leaders around them didn't speak, but their faces all had similar meanings.

Dean paused slightly, glanced at several squad leaders, and continued: "Moreover, these voodoo people who use similar curses believe that family, friendship, and love are the best mediums - they will torture that person in front of their relatives, friends, and lovers, and when the other party is dying, they will begin to torture that person's relatives, friends, and lovers, until these people die and appear in the form of souls to receive another torture!" ”

"This, this ......"

Suddenly, several squad leaders gasped and were speechless.

"Such a vicious thing can't exist in Defendilan!"

Darrow. Thunder said even more categorically.

"Of course!"

Dean nodded.

A bright moonlight appeared around it, enveloping the carpet, the desk, the bookshelves, the chairs, and all the books, and then a white flame danced.

Woo, woo!

Bursts of ghostly wails rang out.

PS First Update~

Today there is a bear child in the house!

If you make it decadent, you can't code words at all!

The day's noisy, only to leave at night, this is the first chapter, and the decadence is in the second chapter! (To be continued......)