The whole basement is brightly lit, placed in a certain direction, more than a dozen arm-thick, one-meter-high candles are burning, the color of the candle is strange, like lard, but I don't know why, we can't smell the smell of the candle.

Lu Fanming is busy, his movements are very elegant, but he is 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 that the light doesn't come out in a blur." I said to the old man casually, but the hand in the trouser pocket was trembling, my voice was not small, not loud, very ordinary talk, in this quiet basement, Lu Fanming must have heard it, but I don't care about this, when we stood at the window, Lu Fanming looked up at us, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was weird.

Then he went on and didn't pay any attention to us.

It's very sure.

"Rest assured, it's very advanced, anti-shake." That's how Lao Hui replied to me, his tone was relaxed, but in the face of the scene in the basement, I think he was just as uneasy as I was.

Looking down at a height of ten meters, Lu Fanming looks like a little person, but the lights are bright there, so it does not affect us to see Lu Fanming's every move clearly.

There is a child hanging in the middle of the basement, because he is too thin, he can't tell his age, but I know that the age of cultivating a ghost is generally not more than 5 years old, nor less than two years old, that is to say, the child at this time has just had a little thinking ability, but the character has not yet been fully formed, it is the best, and he can be artificially smeared with any color.

You can be as ruthless as you want!

At this time, the child was hung in the center of the basement, and through his collarbone were two thin golden hooks, of course, he was not completely suspended, but was placed in a golden basin, which contained a basin of black, red, black and red liquid, just covering the child's collarbone.

I don't know what the exact ingredients are in that liquid, but can it be something nice? For I saw that the boy would twitch every few seconds, and look pained, and the liquid must have had a strong irritating effect, and he must have had two golden hooks pierced through his collarbone, and there was a wound there.

Poor child, my mood at the moment can only be described in these five words, I even have an impulse to break this iron door, rush in, and then stop this terrible tragedy, just because I know that this child is still alive, even adults may not be able to bear the torture, why add to such a young child? Just to breed a little ghost who defy the sky?!

If he can bear it, he will die completely under all kinds of torture in seven seven forty-nine days, and if he can bear it, another seven hundred and forty-nine days will be fine, because the longer the time can endure, the more powerful the little ghost will be!

The most reincarnation is nine seven seven hundred and forty-nine days!

Can you imagine every day being worse than the eighteen layers of hell? And is it a child with a pure heart to bear? He couldn't even ask why!

Lu Fanming's steps had a dance-like rhythm, he seemed to be very indulged in this kind of busyness, he had just added an unknown substance to the basin of liquid, and at this moment he went to get a few more things, and he even carefully stored them in a gold tray, as if he was preparing a feast for others.

I couldn't see what Lu Fanming had added to the basin, and I couldn't quite see what was in his tray, because after all, it was ten meters away.

But in an instant, I understood what he had taken, what he was going to do, he put on a white coat pervertedly, and then took out the child's arm like a professional doctor, and began to pat and beat, not very satisfied, he was looking for blood vessels.

A child's blood vessels are already thin, and it must be very painful to be pricked every day.

I couldn't stand it and wanted to close my eyes, but I had to look at it, the hatred deepened, maybe I would forget my life even more later, I raised my fist and bit it hard, letting the pain sustain me to watch.

Why do I know he's looking for blood vessels? Just because, I know, there is a very important link in the cultivation of imps, accepting the blood of resentment!

After all, he was still not satisfied, Lu Fanming sighed very regretfully, 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 are obvious blood vessels there, isn't it?

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

Of course, don't believe it, Lu Fanming is the child's father, and he generally cultivates little ghosts, and he will claim to be his father, which is to prepare for the secret technique of 'stealing the dragon and turning the phoenix' in the future.

The child let out a faint moan, like a kitten barking, pitiful and palpitating, it must have been very painful, such a thick needle pierced into it raw, and he was already suffering!

"Lu Fanming, stop me!" I finally couldn't help but roar, and slammed my fist on the small window, but I didn't think that the iron mesh on the small window that didn't look like it was so hard that my fist was wiped with blood, but I didn't feel pain, only endless anger.

"Lu Fanming, you will definitely have retribution." Lao Hui, who has always been calm, couldn't help but roar angrily.

Lu Fanming looked up at us, very nervous, perverted a finger, made a 'shhh' gesture on the side of his mouth, and then continued to bury his head, took out a set of seemingly fine gold tools, and then inserted them into the child's fingers one by one

The child cried, weak, like a weak cat moaning continuously, and his face was an abnormal blue and purple, and Lu Fanming was very satisfied to see it, and a drop of dark red blood dripped out from the connection point between the set of tools and his fingers, and his expression was satisfied

He made a very loving appearance, put his hand on the child's head, stroked it one by one, and said: "Son, suffering is for the sake of being strong in the future, and Dad is distressed when he looks at it, you know?" Your blood is waste blood, dirty blood, and it needs to be let go of it all" When he said this, Lu Fanming's voice became rapid and sharp, and he yelled at the child: "Do you know how hard Dad works to collect blood of the same blood type as you? What's more, Dad still has to prepare, all kinds of preparations, just so that this blood is delicious and can meet your requirements"

He spoke so excitedly that his hand was pinched so the child's head, and with his nervous shrill voice was the child's weak moaning cry.

This cry hit my heart, made me bend slightly in pain, this is definitely one of the worst scenes in the world, that feeling of powerlessness suffocates me, suffocation, so painful that I have to bend over to barely make myself stand.

Of course, Lu Fanming doesn't mind all kinds of torture of this child, in this process, the worse the torture, the more powerful the ghost will be, in his eyes, where is this a life, just a powerful weapon, right?

"Therefore, a person who pretends to be powerful on the surface will be a heinous pervert deep down, and this law has been tried and tested repeatedly." The old words are squeezed out from between the teeth.

The little ghost is against the sky and is not accepted by the circle!

And cultivating imps is not tolerated by the whole circle, that is, for these reasons, it is cruel to the extreme, and what I see is only the tip of the iceberg.

Can you imagine one of these steps? Every day the blood that is on the verge of life is released, and then every day it is replenished with the blood of the same blood type but the blood of the person who was tortured and killed, and the blood is taken out of the body at the moment before the person who has been tortured and killed, and of course it is replenished less than it is released.

In the end, the whole body is full of blood full of negative emotions, what is the effect on the soul? What's more, they have to be 'tortured' every day? You can't even die!

As for how to die? Of course, in the end, the blood is released day by day, and the replenishment can no longer keep up, so he dies.

This rhythm will be mastered by the sorcerers, and they will control the imp to die within a certain time.

This is the cultivation process of the little ghost, it is difficult to succeed, because many children can't bear to die, but those who don't die, isn't it more painful?