"No, no! Let me go!"
He couldn't breathe. The Lord's eyeballs bulged out from lack of oxygen, almost falling out of their sockets. The pain of having his mouth and nose covered made his limbs twitch involuntarily.
But just when the main messenger thought he was about to die, the quilt was suddenly lifted. Before he could feel the relief of escaping a disaster, his feet were grabbed. Those weird children stood beside him and looked at him happily, and the evil spirit at his ankle was dragging him towards the trap door.
"No, I won't go! I don't want to!" The messenger of the Lord understood what was waiting for him at the end.
The room filled with torture chambers contained not only an electric saw for cutting, but also countless puppets waiting to cut his body.
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