Chapter 55: The True Cruelty
The entire basement was brightly lit, with dozens of candles burning in a certain direction. The candles were strange colors, like lard, but for some reason we couldn’t smell them.
Lu Fanming was busy, his movements were elegant, but he was so meticulous and methodical.
Laohui was also busy. He finally adjusted his emotions, raised his watch, and took pictures one by one.
“Hold your hand steady, so that it doesn’t come out blurry,” I said casually to Lao Hui, but my hand in my pocket was trembling. My voice was neither loud nor small, just normal. In this quiet basement, Lu Fanming must have heard me, but I didn’t care about that. When we were standing at the window, Lu Fanming looked up at us and smiled strangely.
Then he continued to work, ignoring us.
He looked very confident.
“Don’t worry, it’s very advanced and anti-shaking,” Lao Hui replied to me. His tone was relaxed, but I think he was as uneasy as I was in the face of the scene in the basement.
Looking down from a height of ten meters, Luo Fanming looked like a little person, but the place was brightly lit, so it didn’t affect us from seeing Luo Fanming’s every move.
In the center of the basement hung a child. Because he was too small, it was hard to tell his age, but I knew that the average age of a child raised by a demon was no more than five years old, and no less than two years old. In other words, at this time, the child had just begun to think, but his personality had not yet fully formed.
As cruel as you want!
At this time, the child is hung in the center of the basement. Two thin gold hooks pierce through his collarbone. Of course, he is not completely suspended in the air, but is placed in a gold basin. The basin contains a basin of black and red liquid, which just covers the child’s collarbone.
I don’t know what the specific ingredients in that liquid are, but can it be anything fun? Because I saw that the child would twitch every few seconds, looking in pain. The liquid must have a strong stimulating effect. You have to know that his collarbone was pierced with two gold hooks, and there was a wound there.
Poor child, I can only describe my feelings at the moment in these five words. I even have an urge to break down the iron door, rush in, and stop this tragic tragedy, because I know that the child is still alive. Why should such a young child be subjected to torture that even an adult might not be able to bear? Just to cultivate a rebellious little devil?
If he can bear it, he will die after 7749 days of various tortures. If he can still bear it, another 7749 days will do. Because the longer the time he can bear, the more powerful the little devil will become!
The longest reincarnation is nine 49-day periods!
Can you imagine a day that is even worse than the 18 levels of hell? And a child with a pure heart has to endure it? He can’t even ask why!
Lu Fanming’s pace had a dance-like rhythm. He seemed to be very indulged in this busyness. He had just added an unknown substance to the liquid in the basin, and now he was going to fetch a few more things. He even carefully put them in a gold tray, as if he was preparing a feast for someone.
I couldn’t see clearly what Luo Fanming had added to the basin, nor could I see clearly what was in his tray, because after all, it was ten meters away.
But in a moment, I understood what he had taken and what he was going to do. He put on a white coat and then, like a professional doctor, took out the child’s arm and began to pat and slap it. He was not very satisfied. He was looking for a vein.
The child’s veins are naturally thin, and it must be very painful to be pricked every day.
I felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to close my eyes, but I had to keep watching. The hatred deepened a little more. Maybe later I would be able to forget my own life more easily. I raised my fist and bit it hard, letting the pain support me as I watched.
Why did I know he was looking for a vein? It was because I knew that there was a very important part of raising a demon child, and that was to accept the blood of resentment!
He was still not satisfied. Luo Fanming sighed with regret. The sigh echoed in the empty basement, like the sigh of a devil. He took the pillow and inserted it into the child’s neck. There was a clear blood vessel there, wasn’t there?
The needle was attached to a bag of blood, which Lu Fanming hung up and said in a calm and loving voice, “Kid, absorb it well. Dad will lead you to eternal life…”
Of course, don’t believe that Lu Fanming is the child’s father. Generally, when raising a demon, people will claim to be its father. This is to prepare for the future secret art of “stealing the dragon and turning the phoenix.”
The child let out a weak moan, like a kitten’s cry, pitiful and heart-wrenching. It must be very painful, with a needle that thick being thrust into it, not to mention the pain he was already in!
“Lu Fanming, you fucking stop it!” I finally couldn’t help but roar, and punched the window hard, but I didn’t expect that the seemingly insignificant iron mesh on the window was actually so hard that my fist was scraped and blood was drawn, but I didn’t feel pain, only endless anger.
“Lu Fanming, you will definitely get your comeuppance.” Old Hui, who was always calm, couldn’t help but yell.
Lu Fanming looked up at us, very nervous, and pervertedly raised a finger, making a ‘shh’ gesture with his mouth, then continued to bury his head, took out a set of seemingly very fine gold tools, and then inserted them one by one into the child’s fingers…
The child cried, weak and feeble, like a weak cat moaning continuously. His face was a strange shade of blue-purple, and Lu Fanming was very satisfied to see that a drop of dark red blood trickled out from the connection between the tool and the finger, his expression satisfied…
He made a very loving gesture, placing his hand on the child’s head and stroking it, saying, “Son, suffering is for the sake of future strength. Dad is also distressed when he sees it… Do you know that your blood is waste blood, dirty blood, and needs to be completely drained?” At this point, Lu Fanming’s voice became hurried and shrill. He yelled at the child, “Do you know how hard it is for Dad to collect blood of the same blood type as yours? Moreover, Dad has to prepare for it, to prepare for all kinds of things, just so that the blood is delicious and can meet your requirements…”
He spoke so excitedly that his hand was clenched tightly on the child’s head. Accompanying his neurotic, shrill voice was the child’s weak, moaning cry.
This cry struck my heart and made me bend over in pain. This was definitely one of the most miserable scenes in the world. The feeling of powerlessness made me suffocate, so much so that I had to bend over to barely stand up.
Lu Fanming certainly didn’t mind torturing the child in various ways. In the process, the more severe the torture, the more powerful the little devil would be when it took shape. In his eyes, this was not a life, but a powerful weapon.
“Therefore, the more powerful a person pretends to be, the more he is a heinous pervert deep down. This rule has never failed.” Lao Hui’s words came out of his teeth.
The little devil defies heaven and is not accepted by the circle!
And the reason why the cultivation of the little devil is not accepted by the entire circle is that it is extremely cruel. What I have seen is only the tip of the iceberg.
Can you imagine one of the steps? Every day, the blood that is on the verge of life is drained, and then every day, the blood of the same blood type but the blood of the abused is replenished at the same time. The blood is taken from the body of the abused the moment before they die, and of course, the replenishment is less than the drain.
In the end, the entire body is filled with this blood full of negative emotions. What kind of impact does that have on the soul? Not to mention the fact that they have to undergo ‘torture’ every day? They can’t even die!
As for how to die? Of course, in the end, the blood is drained day by day, and the replenishment can no longer keep up, so death occurs.
The evil sorcerers will master this rhythm, and they will control the little ghosts to die within a specified period of time.
This is the process of raising the little devils. It is difficult to succeed, because many children cannot bear it and die. But for those who do not die, is it not even more painful?