Chapter 1316 Self-Mutilation

"It hurts, it hurts...!"

"Stop, stop quickly...!"

The fuzzy black shadow stretched before the eyes, like the shadow of a tree going backwards outside the car window, turning back and forth in endless cycles.

In the hands of the black shadows that move back and forth, there are all sorts of strange utensils. The only thing that is the same is the icy light flickering on the sharp parts of the utensils, and the ore stained with blood...

The black shadow did not have a strange smile, nor did he have a ferocious expression. In the dead silence, he held the utensil and poked the icy light over.

The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart suddenly amplified in the ears.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

The pain was so great that he could only scream loudly until his throat stopped working.

No matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he begged for mercy, Sombra continued to remove pieces of ore from himself repeatedly.

From severe pain to numbness, it has been a long process.

Then, the body abruptly remembered certain cruel details.

The taller black figure likes to cut open the flesh bit by bit, like an archaeologist who is excavating ancient relics. His movements are light and slow, using the utensils in his hands to slowly separate the ore from the flesh and bones.

The black shadow with a relatively flat head likes to use brute force to pull out the ore, but it is not that easy, so he will lift the ore like a clockwork, then twist, twist hard, until finally it is torn off At that moment, amidst the blood overflowing, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch.

The relatively short but strong black shadow likes to finish things as soon as possible, so there is no precision. It is just to remove the whole ore. As for how much more meat will be cut, it is completely out of his consideration.

Each shadow has a different method of dismantling ore, the only thing they have in common is their chilling indifference.

Why is life so painful?

Is being alive a good thing?

Blood was splashed, staining his vision red.

Hongzhu jumped up suddenly, her eyes were full of fear, and her body instinctively made the most suitable defensive movements.

I don't know when,

The bed board woven from tree roots was covered with sweat.

In the room, there was only the sound of his extremely unstable breathing.

"Dream... is it..."

Hong Zhu slowly sat on the sweat-soaked bed, lowered her head, buried the fear in her eyes into the darkness, and immediately adjusted her breathing, gradually calming down her violently heaving chest.

However, on the face, arms, thighs, back and many other places, it seemed that countless bugs were biting, and it was extremely itchy.

Hongzhu closed her eyes slowly, and when she opened them again, there was no fear in her eyes, only calmness like stagnant water.

Then, she stretched out her hands, pressed the ore on her face, and then exerted force to break off two pieces of ore not far apart at the same time.

"Chila..."

Several bloody arrows landed on the bed board and the wall.

Throwing the ore on the ground casually, the itching on the face finally stopped, but the rest of the body was still itchy, a strange itching that went deep into the soul.

Compared with itching, I am more used to pain.

Hong Zhu stretched out her blood-stained hands expressionlessly, pressing down on the ore elsewhere on her body.

"Chila..."

In the dimly lit room, cruel voices resounded frequently.

When Luo and Bruna came to Hongzhu's room, they were stunned by the scene before them.

The surrounding area with the bed board as the center point was almost covered in blood, and a dozen ore pieces of blood-stained ore quietly merged with the blood.

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

Beads of blood fell from the edge of the bed, while Hong Zhu sat silently on the bed, like a dead body.

The smell of blood that rushed into his nose immediately reminded Luo that this was reality.

"Red beads?"

Luo almost lost his grip on the food in his hand, and walked quickly to the bed board.

Hearing Luo's voice, Hongzhu's body moved slightly, then raised her head, looked at Luo calmly, and said nothing.

"Xiaona, go help me and call Lao Bai over."

Luo glanced at the wound on Hong Zhu's body, his eyes serious.

"Okay, okay."

Bruna looked at Hongzhu nervously, and then rushed towards the door.

After Bruna left, Luo looked at Hong Zhu and subconsciously wanted to ask, but suddenly thought that Bruna had just left, and in the case of a language barrier, even if he asked a question, it would be useless, so he could only frown and remain silent. .

Hong Zhu saw a thing or two, and took the initiative to explain: "It's itchy, so we need to stop the itching."

"Um?"

However, Luo couldn't understand, so he could only put the hot food in the tray on the table beside him.

Hong Zhu's gaze followed the food. She could endure the pain, but she had to eat, because eating could make the wound heal faster. Of course, it would also speed up the growth of the ore.

Luo checked Hongzhu's condition. Except for the shocking injuries, her mood, state, and vitality were all normal.

It can be seen that Hongzhu's physique is very special, not to mention other things, the resilience alone is very unusual.

"Owner."

Hong Zhu raised her hand suddenly, pointing to the food on the table.

"Can I eat it?"

"Um."

Luo couldn't understand, but he probably guessed it. He nodded to indicate that the red beads could be eaten, and then looked at the Resfa ore on the ground not far away.

Self-harm like this, is it because of sequelae...

The picture of the prison room emerged in Luo's mind, and what he remembered most was the dried blood on the ground and walls.

Those pictures combined with the ore on the ground vaguely depict cruel pictures.

Probably, we can also analyze the reason why Hong Zhu was imprisoned and abused.

Luo rubbed his forehead, thinking that after Lao Bai came to treat his injuries, he had to correct Hong Zhu's sequelae of self-mutilation.

"Tsk tsk."

The black cat crawled out from the back of its hand, squinting its eyes at the ore in the pool of blood.

If it wasn't for the bad atmosphere, and the fact that he had collected a lot of ore in the castle before, he would definitely not let go of the dozen ore pieces of fresh ore that just came out of the oven.

"This little girl is cruel enough, I like it."

The black cat turned its silver eyes, looking at the spitting red bead with great interest, and could clearly see that every bite of Hong bead's chewing would make some blood ooze from the wound on the face, but Hong bead didn't respond at all.

Reminiscent of Hong Zhu's violent methods in battle, Black Cat has to admit that he admires Hong Zhu very much.

"Luo, you really found a treasure."

The black cat licked its lips, and what it was referring to was naturally Hong Zhu's frontal combat ability that was not afraid of death or pain.

Luo didn't reply, just looked at Hongzhu silently.

After a while, Lao Bai and Bruna rushed over.

As soon as he saw the situation in the room, a look of horror appeared on Lao Bai's face.

"This... what the hell?"

"Help Hongzhu heal."

Luo didn't explain, just urged.

Lao Bai nodded, calmed down, and then used his ability.

Because Hong Zhu's injury was a skin trauma, the treatment ended soon.

Of course, it was said to be very fast, but it took more than two hours. After all, [The Fool's Means] usually lasts for several days.

After the treatment was over, Luo asked Lao Bai to leave first, and then asked Bruna to help establish a communication channel.

In order to correct Hongzhu's sequelae of self-mutilation, Luo didn't worry too much, and set his mind to get straight to the point.

It turned out that he was worrying too much, Hongzhu's heart was harder and colder than he imagined, and Hongzhu didn't hide it, and directly stated the reason.