Chapter 105 Oiran has no tears

Author: Shenyou Buzhou Mountain

Chapter 105 Oiran has no tears

The strong smell of blood and medicine filled the darkened room, the windows were closed, and white-armored soldiers were on alert outside. Loshuna lay on the bed, letting the doctors and priests do their work, without feeling the slightest sense of security.

The pale green holy light adhered to the Archon's body, but the hideous wounds did not heal quickly. The flesh and blood was black. The assassin's blade had been smeared with expensive poison in advance, which could resist extraordinary power.

The holy light battled with the poison, making a sizzling sound. The Archon's wounds were like fat meat put into a frying pan, suffering all the time.

"Bring him up." Loshuna, who showed off his gentleness and gentleness, bit his back molar and squeezed out a voice from his mouth, as vicious as a ghost.

Not long after, two white-armored sergeants brought the thin, tied-up man into the house, bowed before retreating.

"Ahem... I remember you, Tovao, the third leader of the Shahai Gang." Loshuna coughed hard several times and continued:

"Tell me why you want to assassinate me."

"There's no reason. If I say it forcefully... I just want to see you unhappy."

boom!

The guard standing next to Loshuna rioted and punched the assassin in the chest. His fingers tore apart and his ribs were crushed one by one.

Tovao let out a cry of pain and curled up into a ball.

"Forget it..." Loshuna waved his hand:

"What a tough guy. It's strange. I remember when I first saw you in the Shahai Gang five years ago, you clearly didn't have such backbone..."

The assassin sneered without saying a word.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious - don't even think about asking anything out of me. The matter is at this point, and the only thing you can do is to kill me.

Loshuna sighed in his heart, feeling extremely depressed.

There is something wrong with Tovao, perhaps due to a sudden change in his character, or perhaps due to the influence of extraordinary means, but it is obviously unrealistic to expect to get useful information out of him in a short period of time.

The Hungry Wolf Legion was watching in the dark. At this juncture, for the sake of his own wealth and life, Loshuna could barely bear this tone and not target the Shahai Gang for the time being.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this is "the third leader of the evil sea gang attempted to assassinate the consul"!

If a strong response is not made, the dignity of one's own consul will be severely damaged, and the Magathans will question whether they are really old and frail, and will not even dare to retaliate.

This position is hard-earned, and you must never let others threaten you.

Moreover, even if the Shahai Gang really didn't know about this matter, there is no guarantee that they would not completely defect out of fear of retaliation...

There is no greater internal or external trouble than this.

Loshuna smelled a strong smell of conspiracy, as if he had returned to ten years ago.

But that time, he was the mastermind, and this time, he is the target.

"Humph..." Loshuna stood up:

"Put him in a mercury prison and [serve] him day and night. I will invite a magician who is proficient in the way of the soul to come over."

"yes!"

The assassin was taken down, but the consul showed no intention of sitting back.

"Bandage the wound, I want to go out."

"Yes." Everyone around him knew how arbitrary Loshuna was and did not dare to dissuade him. The doctor quickly sewed up the wound and applied medicine.

"Have someone send a message to Miss Yasi. I want to go there."

The consul said lightly. After getting dressed, he took the wooden box and the guards brought a wicker chair. He sat on it comfortably and entered the underground secret passage.

Secret passages extend in all directions, and the guards carried Loshuna to their destination with familiarity, apparently having been there many times.

At the end of the secret passage was a ladder, with a wooden door on top of it. Loshuna held the box, stepped forward and knocked on it. The wooden door opened, and a delicate hand stretched out from above.

The consul grabbed his hand and came to the room of the purple-haired oiran.

"Sir, it's rare to come here during the day." Yaxi wore a pure white dress and bowed in salute.

"I can't wait until night." Loshuna said softly, watching Yaxi close the wooden door and cover it with a blanket to hide the exit of the secret passage.

"It's really... anxious." The purple-haired oiran covered his nose with a smile:

"You smell of medicine and blood all over your body. Lord Archon, you have to live well for the sake of Maja City."

She flipped up her hair and exposed her neck without taking off her clothes, just lying on the bed. Her beautiful curves were so beautiful and alluring even if they were covered by a skirt.

"Lord City Lord, please enjoy it to your heart's content."

"Okay..." Loshuna's breathing became heavy.

He opened the wooden box and took out a thin special wicker stick.

Snap!

The willow stick hit the back of the purple-haired oiran, and the clothes there instantly shattered, and a long wound was opened on the fair skin, and blood spattered.

Yassi's fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Loshuna kept waving the wicker and beating the purple-haired oiran with increasing force, causing more and more wounds on the woman's back.

Cruel pleasure and perverted desires rolled in Loshuna's heart, and he gradually no longer controlled his strength, nor did he care about the wounds that had re-opened due to excessive force.

The purple-haired courtesan's graceful back has been stained red with blood, and her dress is in pieces. There is no charming atmosphere at this moment. No one will feel the woman's torn body.

——Except Loshuna.

For a man with a strong desire for power, being inhumane is a cruel punishment. Loshuna lost his ability to be a man, but he found another way to relieve his desire.

He felt that he was really in love with Yaxi.

Loshuna once whipped ten maids to death in a row.

Only this beautiful purple-haired courtesan stood up to the tortures again and again. Just like now, she was moaning and groaning rhythmically due to the beatings of the willow sticks. Her hands tightly grasped the bed sheets, but she did not dodge.

"Ha, ha..." Until the sun set, Loshuna finally lost strength and threw the broken wicker aside.

He took out another thing from the wooden box and put it on the bed:

"This is an ointment made by the master of alchemy. As usual, it will be cured soon after you apply it."

Loshuna patted the woman's back, looked at the bloody and tragic scene, and was very satisfied with his "result."

The pressure in his heart was relieved, and the consul said a few more words before slowly walking back along the secret passage.

In the room, only the purple-haired oiran was lying on the bed, dying.

I don't know how long it took, but Yasi let go of the sheets and propped himself up.

The wicker is made of a special metal with tiny barbs on it. Every time it cuts through the skin, it will pull the surrounding muscles, which is extremely painful. Even a strong-willed person will naturally burst into tears due to physiological factors.

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However, there was only blood and no tears on the purple-haired courtesan's face.

She hummed a song, sat barefoot by the window, took off her clothes, and carefully applied ointment.

It seems that she is still the little girl with a happy family.

The night passes and the sun rises again.

There is still... one day before Maja's destruction.
Chapter completed!