875 Chapter 875: prison trial
In the huge tower prison of the secret mandala, Xia ping ‘an watched coldly as the four people in the cell suffered unprecedented torture. The four souls in the cell wailed mournfully, but Xia ping’ an was not moved at all.
As long as he had seen the things in the bottles in the basement of the waxwork museum, Xia Pingan would not have the slightest sympathy or pity for these four people. He only felt that his hatred had been vented, and there was a kind of pleasure in his heart as if good and evil had been rewarded.
The cell was covered with dense, sharp sabers and swords which looked like dense thorns. Additionally, those sabers and swords could grow and move. Therefore, numerous sabers and swords were piercing through the four souls “bodies bit by bit and cutting them into pieces, causing the four people to wail and beg for mercy like kebabs hanging on sabers and swords.
The sharp blades pierced through their palms, feet, and their faces, necks, hearts, and torsos. They cut their bodies into pieces and then regenerated them, repeating the process.
Such torture made the four souls in the room feel as if they were being dismembered every second.
Compared to these four people, the killer who was first suppressed here could almost be considered a good person.
“God, save me, I repent.”
I’m willing to be a good person ah I’m willing to be a good person ”
Oh Yingluo, I don’t want to stay in hell Yingluo.
Xia Pingan’s expression did not change, but he was a little surprised in his heart. Previously, he thought that there were only flames in this prison. He did not expect that there would be all kinds of terrifying punishments in this prison. In this way, the prison under the giant tower was a little like the legendary hell where evil people were suppressed.
Just as Xia ping ‘an was about to ask the old man whose body was being pierced by countless sharp blades, he suddenly realized that just as his mind moved, everything in the cell stopped moving. A sharp knife suddenly pierced the old man’s head, and then all kinds of images, sounds, and lights appeared in the cell.
In those images, Xia Pingan saw the old man leading a group of people to the cemetery to steal the corpses. He also saw how the old man kidnapped people and dismembered them in the underground secret room of the waxwork museum. The process was bloody and evil, showing the darkest and ugliest side of human nature.
In one of the images, Xia Pingan saw the old man kneeling in front of a man in a snow-white Mage robe, receiving the secret technique of making movable wax figures from corpses. This secret technique was of a lower level than the corpse puppet technique, but in the eyes of ordinary people, this secret technique was particularly shocking.
The man in the snow-white Mage robe had a deer mask on his face. His voice was low and full of enchantment.
Qianqian, this is the secret technique of The Song of Life. Life and death are one, just like two sides of a coin. Through death, we can get closer to eternal life. In front of those living corpses, you are their God. This is your path to divinity. You have once again given life to those corpses, and you are their creator. You can create an Army in corand and wait for the call of the Holy Light, Qianqian.
The man in the snow-white Mage robe was one of life’s disciples.
As for how the old man and the mage from The Song of Life met, Xia Pingan also saw it in another scene-the old man used knockout powder to kidnap a woman and brought her to the basement. Just as he dismembered her, the mage from The Song of Life clapped his hands and laughed softly. He walked out from the darkness and said, ” it’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone like you. Very good. Submit to me and I’ll grant you the spell of eternal life. Allows you to master a more powerful method of making wax figures, and can turn the wax figures you make into your slaves and soldiers. If you want to resist, you will be destroyed. Make your choice.”
In addition to these images, Xia Pingan also discovered that the old man would often dismember the people he kidnapped and take out their hearts to keep, storing them in a special container filled with red liquid. The next day, the old man would take the container with the heart and leave the waxwork museum on a carriage. He would go out of the city and place the container with the heart in a wooden house in the woods. The old man would go again the next day, The container in the wooden house in the woods had disappeared, but a new one would be placed there, along with 100 Thales in cash.
Tracing back to this picture, new pictures extended from this picture. The new picture was a package that was sent to the Wax Museum. The old man opened the package, and inside the package was the special container and a letter. When he opened the letter-there was a photo of a missing person notice cut from the newspaper. In the photo was a little boy, and the cut newspaper also said, ” drufeld, I Know What You Did in the basement of the Wax Museum. Half a month later–will find you- You put the heart into this container which contains red liquid and send it to the pine woods outside the town of Prita. There’s a cabin near the lake in the pine woods. The key of the cabin is in the crack under the windowsill.
The images kept flashing, and Xia Pingan even saw what the old man had experienced when he was young. His mother was a dancer in a nightclub, and his father was a lumberjack. He was an alcoholic, and every time he had a drink, he would smash things at home and beat people up. When the old man was young, he would often be hung up and beaten by his father at home. Once, after his father had a drink, he used the iron hammer at home to smash his mother’s head into pieces. He hid under the bed and was so scared that he didn’t dare to make a sound. He watched his father drag his mother’s body out and bury it in the cotton field outside.
Two years later, the twelve-year-old druffet laughed as he used the same hammer to smash the head of the drunk man who was sleeping soundly. He then lit a fire and burned the entire house down.
The divine crystal and the treasure map were found in a dead man who was severely injured when the old man went to deliver a heart in the woods at night. The old man buried the man and took the two items back. He then hid them in the basement.
That old man was quite ambitious. He hoped that one day, he would be able to find the treasure.
The people from the waxwork museum were the old man’s apprentices. The first apprentice was dragged into the water by him and gradually became his accomplice, then the second and the third Wuwu.
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The images flashed very quickly, and these images were more efficient than any interrogation. It only took Xia Pingan a few minutes to get all the valuable information on the old man.
When Xia Pingan left the giant tower, he took another look at the newly added divine power on the giant tower. After killing the old man from the waxwork museum and his apprentices, there were 264 points of divine power on the giant tower. In addition to the 24 points left from before, the giant tower had 288 points of divine power.
In addition to the divine power provided by the divine crystals, Xia Pingan could now use 788 points of divine power.
It seemed that the investment this time was not a loss.
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In the secret room, Xia Pingan opened his eyes.
other than the missionary in Song of Life, there is another person who is collecting the hearts that the old man has obtained after killing people. That person knows that the old man is killing people, so he blackmailed the old man to provide him with hearts and even pay the old man. However, he has not shown himself. He is very careful, ” Xia Pingan muttered to himself. it seems that the people behind the Druff waxwork museum are not just Song of Life. The water is deep. There are other people hiding behind the waxwork museum. Let that old man do the dirty work for him, Yingluo.”
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When Xia Pingan walked out of the secret chamber, it was already late at night. He thought about everything that he had experienced in the drufford waxwork museum and felt as if his body had been stained with the stench of corpses. He went to take a shower and fell asleep immediately. Everything could wait until tomorrow.
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