Chapter 1851: Oil pan

This powerless situation is not what Liu Wendong would like to see. It seemed to him a nightmare.
So Liu Wendong couldn't help himself, and began to knock hard against the glass. He wanted to rush in to stop the people in the room, and continue this way.
The pain he is suffering now has exceeded his limit. If he goes on like this, he will not be able to bear such pain in a long time.
But the glass is much stronger than he thought, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't knock it open.
I tried it several times and it didn't do any good. I haven't waited for him to use his strength.
The people in the room cut a bloodstain in his heart again with a knife.
This made Liu Wendong suddenly feel strong pain, he could not help screaming. There was no more effort in the whole body.
The people in the room still didn't stop their movements, but instead they kept cutting one piece after another on their bodies.
The pain made Liu Wendong's eyes all red. His clothes had been stained with blood. If he went on like this, he might not be able to hold on for long and would die completely.
Regarding this, in fact, Liu Wendong is not countless in his heart, but he can do nothing now.
Then he could only stare at "self", and his body was cut apart little by little, until he had no more meat to cut.
Liu Wendong's feet were suddenly empty, and the whole person fell on the window sill on the second floor, and the wound on his body had completely disappeared at this time.
It's as if it never appeared.
This feeling made Liu Wendong feel even more uncomfortable. That taste, one after another, he never wanted to endure the second time.
But the light in the room was turned on again. This time, "He" walked into the room again, holding nothing in his hand.
But in the middle of this room, there is a large iron pan with a diameter of almost two meters on the uppermost floor. Such a wok, even if you put Liu Wendong in the bath, there is no problem.
However, at this time, Liu Wendong didn't want to be put in a bath at all. Because the iron pan is full of oil...
There was a blazing fire beneath the wrought iron pan.
Just seeing this, Liu Wendong knew what would happen next. But it is really because of this, now he feels terrified in his heart.
The situation that he was least willing to accept would happen right in front of him, how could Liu Wendong suffer anymore.
He thought he was knocking on the glass like crazy, but no matter what he did, he couldn't open the window. This window seems to be an insurmountable sky, blocking all hope of Liu Wendong.
He could only watch the oil in the pan becoming hot, and then he saw the people in the room and jumped in without hesitation.
Having reached this point, Liu Wendong didn't want to persevere anymore. So when he saw the person in the room jumping into the pan, he jumped towards the first floor.
Anyway, no matter what kind of ending and pain, it is always better to suffer in the re-boiler.
But he thought everything was too simple. He did jump, but his situation remained unchanged, but it became worse.
The moment he jumped down, he felt a terrible pain in the skin all over his body, and then even his internal organs became painful and unbearable.
But just after he landed, he felt something entangled his feet. The opportunity for Liu Wendong to resist was pulled back into the hotel after enduring this bitter pain.
He hadn't had time to see everything in front of him, he had been entangled in layers of long black hair, and all the long hair wrapped him in it.
But his physical pain did not disappear.
I don't know how long this pain lasted. Liu Wendong couldn't bear it anymore, so he died in such a terrible pain!
"Ding, the trial is completed, Liu Wendong, fear value 987, despair value 833."
"Zhang Long, fear value is 679, despair value is 725."
"In the comprehensive evaluation..."
"Ding, the death judge Ye Chen received an S-level evaluation, rewarded 6000 points, 1.8 million in cash, and obtained a permanent skill: Xuan Lingshu!"
After finishing the live broadcast, Ye Chen stood up, and after walking out of the study, he walked into the room. It's still very early, and Liang Yin, who is much drowsy than before, is still asleep at this time.
Seeing her look, she won't wake up at any time.
There was a smile on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, so he got into the bed and held Liang Yin to sleep.
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Ouyang Zhenbang took his steps carefully, turning his head from time to time to look around.
This is an old forest in the deep mountains, and very few people usually come, not to mention that it is still a big night, except for Ouyang Zhenbang, there is no ghost shadow.
The reason for this is only because Ouyang Zhenbang himself is a guilty conscience.
He carried a tattered sack on his body and a tattered battery flashlight that was common in the last century.
It looks like a stray beggar outside.
However, if you look closely, you will find that his skin is very white, not like a beggar at all.
Until it was determined that there was no one beside him, Ouyang Zhenbang was extremely cautious and put down the sack he was carrying.
Tension and physical exhaustion made his breath short. He gasped and said to himself: "You must not blame me, I did not mean it, who made you hit me?"
Looking at this bulging sack, Ouyang Zhenbang's face flashed with a sense of palpitations, but he did not regret that he had killed someone.
Although it was only his first hands-on, there have been many people who died indirectly in his hands.
He was just a little afraid of being caught by others. Although he did a lot of tragic things, until he had been hiding well, he had never been exposed to others.
This time it was because the man tucked in his sack bumped into what he did, so he hurt the killer.
He was frightened along the way and ran into the deep mountain just to bury the body.
He untiringly untied the sack and took a photo with a flashlight, and the whole person suddenly froze.
There was no corpse in the sack, only a sack of loess, and a black invitation on top of the loess. ..
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