Chapter 889 Zhang Zhiling (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)
"Yellow" character area.
Ground.
Vacuum Spirit Formation.
The aura was dense, like clouds and fog, blurring Pei Ling's face.
He is cultivating under the control of the system, but he has many questions in his heart.
What's the situation?
The cultivation in the past six months has been well done, why the system suddenly gave him such a source?
He just felt that crossing the abyss was safe and sound, but the system directly messed with him!
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The only good thing is that the system did not manipulate his body to die in the gift this time, but used his avatar...
Just as she was thinking, the formation was touched, and Mo Lilan stepped forward and appeared in front of him immediately. The moment her pure white eyes met his gaze, they instantly turned into dark red lines and merged into Pei Ling's body.
Pei Ling immediately felt that her strength had fully recovered, and it was much stronger than before.
"Ding dong! The gift is complete, and the system will continue to practice for you..."
Accompanied by the system's notification sound, Pei Ling felt an extremely powerful and pure power being refined into his limbs and bones, and his soul, as if it had received some kind of nourishment, began to strengthen significantly...
His cultivation began to grow rapidly, like mushrooms after a spring rain, and in a short while, he reached the peak of the early stage of transformation.
Pei Ling was extremely surprised. What kind of original soul was presented by the system this time, and the effect was so powerful? !
The sum of his cultivation in the past six months in Dueryuan is not as amazing as his cultivation base at this moment!
Just as he was thinking this way, the magic power in his body was running spontaneously, and the breath in his body was like a tide, and the ocean was wanton. Under the trusteeship of the system, he began to leap towards the mid-stage of transformation...
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"Yellow" character area.
canyon.
Between the dense black iron frames, a pool of blood slowly gathered, and then flowed slowly along the cracks in the stones towards the low-lying places.
Above the blood, a piece of flesh and blood that could only vaguely identify a human figure was wriggling.
Guessing that the execution time was coming to an end, Si Hongmiaoli summoned a ball of clear water and carefully washed his fingers. Then, with a thought, the skull that was thrown not far away suddenly flew up and covered the prisoner again. top of the head.
Immediately afterwards, she manipulated the blood thread and quickly sewed it up for the opponent to ensure that his brains would not burst out because of a careless walk.
The blood stains flowing from the prisoner's seven orifices had dried up repeatedly, his eyes were dull, and his whole body was twitching constantly.
There were traces of stitches all over his body, and his mouth was especially bloody, which was caused by forcibly breaking away the blood lines during the hoarse struggle before.
At this moment, his saliva was mixed with sticky blood stains, which could not stop flowing down from the corners of his mouth that could not be closed, staining the prison clothes.
During this half an hour, the prisoner had been tortured several times and passed out.
But every time, he just lost consciousness with great gratitude, but under Si Hongmiaoli's exquisite punishment, he suddenly woke up in pain.
After frequent repetitions, now he can't even scream, and has no reaction to any external stimuli.
After confirming that the blood stitches were sutured, and roughly checking the condition of the prisoner, he waved his hands to burn off the blood stains around him. Si Hongmiaoli straightened her skirt and said, "The time is coming. This time, you will be lucky."
When she said this, her tone was very flat, without the viciousness and violence of other sticks.
However, when this ordinary voice fell into the ears of the prisoner, he jerked suddenly, like a live fish thrown on a chopping board, twisting his body in despair and fear.
The dull expression immediately turned into pure fear.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......" The prisoner was terrified and begged for mercy. However, since his tongue had been cut off, no matter how hard he tried, he could only let out an indistinct roar, which then turned into a sob.
Si Hongmiaoli frowned slightly.
The prisoner was frightened and froze immediately, maintaining his original movements, not daring to move.
Fortunately, because it was time for the execution, footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the canyon, and two white-robed and blue-patterned men came hand in hand.
Si Hongmiaoli immediately restrained her expression.
"Junior Sister Song." The two festival-levels walked into the canyon, glanced at the prisoner casually, and saw that although he was stained with some blood, he looked intact, so they no longer took it to heart, but asked Si Hongmiaoli about it , "Are you still used to it? These prisoners are all unscrupulous people, has the junior sister not done it yet?"
"It doesn't matter. If you use more punishments in the future, you will get used to it gradually, and you won't be soft-handed by then."
Si Hongmiaoli said in a soft voice: "Thank you two senior brothers for your guidance, I really didn't dare to strike too hard just now."
The two festival-levels showed a clear look, and said with a smile: "It's okay, we all came here like this, just come a few more times."
While talking, they untied the prisoner from the dark iron frame and took him away.
During the whole process, the prisoner, who was still arrogant and domineering before, didn't even dare to take a breath.
After passing through the narrow corridor and being escorted to the center of the "yellow" area, he seemed to wake up suddenly from a nightmare, and walked quickly to the depths, not daring to stay here any longer.
Seeing this scene, the two festivals were a little puzzled. There seemed to be something wrong with the prisoner's behavior?
It's just that Du Eyuan is short of manpower right now, and they still have a lot of things to do, but they don't have the mind to pay attention to them, and leave immediately to do other things.
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In the next few days, Si Hongmiaoli formally performed Zhangzhi's duties and sentenced more than a dozen prisoners.
All the prisoners who had been tortured by her became extremely honest after returning to the "yellow" area. Not only did they not dare to commit crimes anymore, but they did not dare to slack off in their daily quarrying tasks.
Even a few well-recognized thorns, when confronted with provocation by other prisoners, not only did not fight immediately as usual, but silently endured it, allowing the other party to laugh and push, obediently, with no intention of resisting, and seemed to resign themselves to it meaning.
None of these can escape the eyes of caring people.
... Between the majestic pavilions, in the spacious study room, the bloody moonlight shines through the window lattice, dyeing Nie Biliu's white robe crimson.
After sitting upright on the desk, he was reviewing official documents one by one.
After a while, footsteps came from outside the door, and then Si Hongmiaoli's voice sounded: "Prefect Jie, what do you need from me?"
"Come in and talk." Nie Biliu ordered, and waited for him to push the door in and stand in front of the desk, then put down the vermilion pen, and said slowly, "I have seen your performance in the past few days, it is very good!"
"The position of Zhang Zhiling with the word 'yellow' has been vacant for a long time. If Junior Sister Song is convenient, I would like you to take up the position."
"In the future, the executions in the entire 'yellow' area will be arranged by the junior sister."
"But I don't know what my junior sister thinks?"
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