The man was very conscious, his mouth was blocked by a rag, and he was whimpering and unable to utter a complete sentence.
He was carried up.
The moment he saw Golia and Bo Shuo, his pupils shrank sharply, and his mood became obviously more excited. His whole body was violently resisting, and even the chains on his body became tighter and tighter, as if he was unconscious when he was about to sink into his flesh.
"Save..."
His face was wrinkled with fear.
Zhao Lin was carried onto the Iron Frame in the center. His western limbs were tied tightly to it, and even his head could not move.
Bo Shuo silently looked away, ignoring the fearful expression on the person in front of him.
Golia was particularly interested in this. He lifted and put down the red-hot Branding Iron clip in his hand, then picked it up and placed it on Zhao Lin's body to make gestures.
She moved closer.
Then I put my ear against his chest to listen for his heartbeat.
Golia stared obsessively at the increasingly frightened look on Zhao Lin's face, and even took a deep breath as if intoxicated.
"This is what fear feels like."
After saying these words, she did not rush to execute the punishment, but put down the iron frame of the thing in her hand, and then looked at Bo Shuo with crooked eyebrows.
"Mr. Bo, do you want to give it a try?" She spoke ambiguously, "Sacrifice My Lord."
She took advantage of this period of time to slowly approach, her white and delicate fingertips slowly sliding down the row of Instrument of Torture, and finally stopped on a slender Iron Rod with a small tip.
Put it against Bo Shuo's hand.
A chill came, as if a poisonous snake was slowly crawling up the palm of the hand, and finally wrapped tightly around the neck, making it impossible to breathe.
There is indeed a venomous snake in front of us, and it is a Beauty Snake that eats people without spitting out bones.
And according to this situation, this is a Hongmen Banquet set for him.
If he doesn't do what Golia expects, his identity will become extremely suspicious and sensitive.
Bo Shuo took a deep breath and took the Iron Rod in his hand.
Seeing the young man being so obedient, the smile on Golia's face became even brighter.
But the next second--
"Crack."
Iron Rod was randomly discarded on the ground.
The smile on Golia's face froze in place, as if he didn't expect Bo Shuo to do this, and his expression turned green and white for a while.
"What are you doing? Why don't you perform this sacrifice?!"
This sentence was so gloomy that even the gentleness disguised on the surface was instantly torn away completely.
He looked at Bo Shuo with sinister eyes, as if he was about to behead him in another second.
Bo Shuo noticed that the shadow under her feet began to distort and deform crazily.
It's like there's a ferocious beast that hides how to choose people to devour, just waiting for him to reveal his flaws and swallow him whole, skin and bones.
At this time, Bo Shuo became calmer. The hand under his robe had already taken out the scalpel, and even the palms of his hands were covered with beads of sweat.
Bo Shuo tried his best to maintain the stability of his voice, and continued to perform this scene that had been planned for a long time.
Black Robe Priest still had that cold look on his face, and he showed no emotion when faced with Golia's questioning tone.
It was deserted and deserted, as if it were a flower in the mirror.
It was as if he didn't care at all about the danger of meeting him.
Don't care, ignore it.
It was this attitude that made Golia, who was originally furious, calm down a little.
It was at this time that she was in the mood to listen to Bo Shuo's speech. She barely suppressed her desire to kill and looked at him coldly.
Black Robe Priest didn't explain it, just made a mild comment with disgust.
"Very inferior means."
His expression was very dull, as if he was evaluating an ignorant child, and even the emotion in his tone was stingy.
Golia, who was full of anger, was stunned when he heard this.
"Shoddy means?"
She repeated this sentence slowly, not knowing what she was thinking of. Her gloomy expression began to warm up, but she still could not hide her distrust of Bo Shuo.
She snorted coldly.
"You have been here for so long, and it seems that you have not performed a sacrifice. This is a blasphemy against the Lord. If you forget your duty, I don't mind helping you recall..."
He was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.
"Wrong."
Black Robe Priest didn't even raise his eyebrows, his cold gaze swept over all the Instrument of Torture around him, and his words revealed derogation and arrogance.
"This is the lowest form of sacrifice. It only relies on cruel criminal laws to collect fear, and it is extremely inefficient."
Golia had never heard these remarks before, and was a little stunned for a while.
At this time, she still retained her rationality and asked in confusion and distrust, "Really? Do you have other ways to collect a large amount of fear and sacrifice it to My Lord?"
Finally took the bait.
Bo Shuo didn't need to think too much, and smoothly said what he had already prepared. He did not answer Golia's question first, but asked another rhetorical question, "What do you think pain and fear are?"