Bloody Interrogation

The environment in which Shen Hui and his companions were located suddenly changed.

A sense of oppression, coldness, and decay instantly overwhelmed me.

The four people all stared wide-eyed, passively sensing the changes around them.

This feeling was three parts familiar and seven parts unfamiliar to them.

The feeling of familiarity stemmed from the fact that when Shen Hui unfolded the world in the distorted space, it gave them a similar sensation for a fleeting moment.

The strange thing is that this isn't a sudden change, but a real and tangible one!

Beside me, a withered tree reeked of decay, and beneath my feet, I trod on rotting fallen leaves.

They were enveloped in a thick, dark gray fog, like an abyss surrounding them.

Everything here is shrouded in ominousness, decay, and death!

"Where... is this place?!"

"This isn't the Nascent World! What kind of space have we entered?!"

"What exactly did you do?!"

Their negative emotions were running high, and uncontrollable bad thoughts were forcefully poured into their minds.

Even knowing the answer, I still can't believe it.

His eyes, filled with pain, distortion, madness, and a hint of doubt, looked at the blurry figure of Shen Hui ahead.

It seemed they were waiting for Shen Hui's reply again.

Now, Shen Hui, hidden in the mist, is both real and illusory.

They seemed to be standing still in the same spot, as if looking down on them and dominating everything.

A melodious voice came from all directions.

"This is your graveyard!"

As Shen Hui finished speaking, the mist behind them surged.

One of them felt a weight on his shoulder, and then a pair of pale hands wrapped around him from behind.

A chilling, suffocating sensation shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

He glanced instinctively at his shoulder and saw a disheveled head with a lifeless black eye peeking out, resting on his shoulder and staring at him.

A tidal wave of fear surged into his mind.

In a daze, he felt as if he were in a Withered Well.

And it seemed like they'd been inside for a very long time.

Hunger, loneliness, and fear intertwined within my body, like paint seeping into water, impossible to separate.

This place made him want to break down and escape.

Looking up from the bottom of the well, a beam of light the size of a bowl shone down from the well opening.

Once we get there, we can escape from the bottom of the well.

Lacking any climbing tools, he began to weave his fingers into the cracks in the well wall.

They gripped their nails tightly to support themselves as they climbed upwards.

With each inch of upward movement, the friction of their fingers against the rock face sent piercing pain through them.

He was finally about to climb to the top of the well when all ten fingers on his hands were covered in blood and flesh.

Just as he was about to escape in his joy, he suddenly shuddered.

In an instant, he found himself at the bottom of the well again, as if his previous climb had been nothing but an illusion.

However, the excruciating pain in his fingers and the bloodstains worn off the well wall indicated that he had indeed climbed it.

He refused to believe it and, with trembling, aching hands, climbed upwards again.

With every inch I climbed higher, my whole body trembled from the pain.

However, when he climbed back to the edge of the well, he was back at the bottom in the next instant.

That beam of light, as large as a bowl, became an unreachable place.

Despair, utter despair, broke free of its cage...

But at that moment, a faint white figure appeared at the bottom of the well.

Sadako's ethereal and mournful voice echoed:

Tell me what you know, and you will be freed from here.

Among the four, this person was caught in Sadako's mental hallucinations.

The other three people are facing similar experiences.

They initially scattered and began to run away on their own after Sadako appeared.

And because of the properties of the Mist of Lost Direction, they got lost in the fog.

One of them vaguely saw a factory-like building ahead, just as they got closer.

I heard grunting pig sounds coming from behind me.

Turning around, I saw a strangely shaped little pig standing behind me.

Those rows of eyes on top of their heads were so striking.

However, upon seeing this, he immediately lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself naked, bound hand and foot, lying on a cold Slaughter.

He opened his eyes in terror, before he could even take in his surroundings.

"Shh~ Ding-ding~"

The sound of metal scraping against metal suddenly reached his ears.

He awkwardly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Under the dim incandescent light, a person wearing a black apron and rubber gloves stood.

A person, whose features are obscured, is standing there, holding a sharp knife in one hand and a sharpening rod in the other, constantly rubbing it.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the man slowly took a few steps forward.

The incandescent light illuminated the other person's appearance.

His pupils dilated suddenly; the other person was actually a man with a pig's head!

And she even gave him a strange smile.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there will be food soon."

The Pig-headed Butcher spoke slowly and deliberately.

However, he noticed that the other person wasn't talking to him, but rather facing in another direction.

Looking in that direction, I got goosebumps all over.

The strange-looking piglets were huddled together, all watching him silently.

It's like looking at tempting food!

"Where am I?! What are you trying to do?!"

He screamed in panic, trying to create his own world.

However, it's still impossible to establish a complete connection.

The Pig-headed Butcher ignored him and put down his sharpening stick.

The sharp, gleaming light flashed under the lamplight.

The Butcher's Knife is sharpened.

The Pig-headed Butcher walked unhurriedly to the Slaughter platform.

"Try my Slaughter skills. Don't worry, I definitely won't kill you, but it will be very painful."

The Pig-headed Butcher ignored his terrified screams.

He slowly slashed the other person's chest with the Butcher's Knife.

Fresh blood seeped out from where the knife had been lightly sliced.

The superb knife skills and Slaughter techniques only resulted in the skin being cut.

Then, the large, thick hand reached directly into the wound between the skin and muscle.

The skin and muscle separated.

The heart-wrenching screams of pain echoed throughout the Slaughter platform.

All the piglets were excited, and the Pig-headed Butcher's smile widened.

Beyond the chest comes the lower abdomen, limbs, head...

His entire body was stripped of its muscles by the Pig-headed Butcher, and the skin was completely removed.

Truly naked.

And he didn't die from it, his muscles, without skin protection, were exposed to the air.

It felt like Gnaw a thousand ants, an excruciating pain that made it impossible to breathe.

The pitiful screams continued.

The Pig-headed Butcher glanced at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"The skin has been removed; next should be the meridians, and then the muscles."

The Pig-headed Butcher took out a long, thin, sharp knife, then, remembering something, added:

Don't worry, you won't die.

Then, he gently moved towards the meridians that intersected within the muscles.

Another round of heart-wrenching screams erupted.

Even the desire to die has become a luxury.

After severing all the meridians in his body, the Pig-headed Butcher slowly spoke:

"If you don't want to die, then tell me what you know."