People are pirates, modeling kings

Dark night, Pascal Kingdom in the West Sea, the prison gate in the palace.

Guardsmen stood at the prison door, spears in hand.

At this time, a group of soldiers came not far away, led by a man in a suit holding a Western sword.

"Lord Benson."

After seeing this man, the guarding soldiers immediately bowed respectfully.

"Open the door."

The soldier behind Benson said.

The soldier guarding the prison nodded, then walked to the iron door of the prison behind him and opened it.

Benson walked in with a dozen soldiers.

But just as Benson walked into the prison, a figure appeared on a building not far away, seeming to have been observing the situation in the prison.

There were many prisoners in the prison. The prisoners were covered in blood, and they had obviously been tortured.

"Lord Benson, why are you here?"

When the soldiers guarding the prison saw Benson, they immediately walked over.

"Have you hired?"

Benson asked with a cold look.

"No."

The soldier answered.

"Take me to see."

"Yes."

After finishing speaking, the soldier led Benson towards the depths of the prison.

After a while, Benson came to a prison locked by an iron door. The iron door was sealed on all sides.

The cell door opened, and a prison uniform covered in blood appeared inside. The prison uniform looked very young, no more than 13 years old at most.

There were a large number of wounds from whippings on the prison uniform, and the exposed flesh was shocking.

The man in prison uniform looked dead.

"Lord Benson, you were still angry just now."

Seeing this, the soldier quickly said that if the prisoner whom Lord Benson valued died, he would definitely be punished horribly.

"He's not dead yet, wake him up."

Benson said coldly, and then the soldier quickly got a bucket of ice water and poured it on the prisoner.

"cough……"

The prisoner trembled all over and suddenly woke up. Then he kept coughing up blood, as if his lungs were about to be carved out.

"are you awake……"

Watching the prisoner gradually wake up, Benson said calmly.

The prisoner raised his head and saw the condescending Benson, and then a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Don't you have the courage to kill me?"

After seeing this mocking smile, Benson's eyes immediately turned cold, and then he raised his hand to wrap around the prisoner's throat and choked him up from the ground.

The prisoner's breathing began to quicken and his face turned red, but he showed no sign of begging for mercy.

"It seems you are really not afraid of death!"

Benson said coldly, and then slammed the prisoner to the ground.

boom!

A dull voice rang out, and the surrounding soldiers did not dare to take a breath. They knew that Benson was in anger at this time.

Benson raised his foot and stepped on the prisoner's finger, and there was a cracking sound.

The prisoner gritted his teeth and struggled, but he did not make any howling sound.

After being tortured for a while, it seemed that the prisoner still showed no signs of making any move. Benson finally released his foot from the prisoner's palm and said calmly: "You spies are like sewer rats."

"Hey...cough..."

The prisoner smiled, but coughed up blood again, and said weakly:

"Of course a mouse must have a way to survive as a mouse, otherwise how can it fight with nobles like you who claim to be born noble?"

After hearing this, Benson did not get angry, but laughed: "Nobles are nobles, and you mice are born to be the playthings of the nobles. This is your fate. This is the end of resistance."

"Hehe, the leader told me that the world will usher in great changes, and there will be a wave of resistance all over the world. Let's see how long you nobles can be proud."

"It's just a pity that I couldn't see the day when your nobles fell, let alone the panic and embarrassment of your nobles."

As if coming back to his senses, the prisoner's voice calmed down.

"If you tell me your identity and organization, I can let you live until that day."

Benson looked at him and said, "It's not worth losing your life in vain."

"You won't understand, that's all."

Seeing that the prisoner still didn't say anything, Benson said coldly:

"Continue to torture him severely, don't let him die, make his life worse than death!"

"Yes, Lord Benson."

The soldier answered.

But at this moment, Benson suddenly felt a cold air rushing in from the prison door. He was slightly stunned, and then saw a sheet of frost covering the entire prison.

The frost continued to spread, and finally turned into thick snow, and the temperature suddenly dropped.

"Who!"

The guarding soldiers immediately shouted loudly, and then a white light penetrated from the prison door.

The white light flashed past and passed directly through the chest of the soldier. The soldier screamed and his body was nailed to the wall covered with white snow.

zheng...

A sound spread, and then Benson saw that what nailed the soldier into the wall was a spear covered in frost and snow.

The soldiers looked at this scene in shock, with a touch of fear in their eyes. Their comrades were killed without even seeing anyone.

The surrounding temperature is getting lower and lower, and the snow is getting more and more. It seems that this snow is about to fill the entire prison.

"Who...who is it...come out!"

The soldier guarding Benson shouted loudly, but his tone was trembling, as if he was also afraid of the opponent's lightning-fast attack.

"He has come."

Benson stared at the prison door with a pair of cold eyes, and the sound of trampling came from the snowy ground.

A tall, mysterious man wearing a white coat appeared.

He wore a white mask on his face, with two deep black eyes and a grinning mouth appearing on the mask.

Benson could tell that the mask on the mysterious man's face was made of snow.

The mysterious man wearing a snow-white mask raised his arm and made a slight move, and the spear that pierced the wall immediately flew into his hand.

"Oh it's you!"

Benson was stunned. Although he did not know the true identity of the mysterious man in front of him, the appearance, the ability, and the weapons used in his hands were exactly that of the mysterious guy who had become famous in the West Sea in the past year.

His behavior is mysterious and his identity is unknown. He always appears in the dark night. Every time he appears, white snow will appear in the place. He is also cold-blooded and ruthless. Anyone killed by him will be frozen, so he is called Ice ghost.

The evil ghost harvesting life in the ice and snow!

scoff, scoff, scoff...

The ice ghost walked towards the prison step by step.

Benson's heart beat faster and he felt nervous.

He was very shocked. Why did the ice ghost come here suddenly?

The ice ghost seemed not to have seen Benson, and walked into the prison without thinking about it, and saw the extremely weak prisoner lying in the cell.

"No. 10, are you okay?"