I wonder if Xu Jian would come back to his senses and run back, Qu Sen didn't dare to delay at all. He moved his feet a few times, then used force to move his body to the left column edge.

Rub your body a little, and move your feet a little more in the direction of your body movement. Enduring the pain of your wrists and ankles being broken, and finally leaning your body to the edge of the cylinder.

However, the space to be able to move is too small. No matter how hard it is, it is impossible to move your body to the diagonal of the column.

Qu Sen tried several times but couldn't get what he wanted. He could only twist his body and try to snap his two hands tied together onto the edge of the column.

But I don’t know if it was bleeding too much. Qu Sen’s right shoulder was not in use at all now, so he could only rely on the power of his left arm to force his right arm to move.

After pulling it for a few times, Qu Sen felt that his left wrist was stuck on the edge of the column, but his right arm was almost a little distance but he couldn't get through.

In a hurry, Qu Sen twisted his body hard to the right and twisted it several times. Qu Sen's left wrist was so painful that it seemed that there was a breakpoint on the painful surface, and there was no pain or friction at the breakpoint position at all.

"What a damn brain!" Qu Sen reacted for a moment before he realized that he was in his current position and could already grind the nylon cable tie on his wrist.

It's just that it's not the position between the two hands, but the section on the wrist of your left hand.

The nylon ties are tied into the flesh and dragged up and down the column edges. The ones that are grinding first must be the flesh. But when it is dead, how can you estimate so much?

Qu Sen gritted his teeth and tried hard on his left shoulder, quickly wielding his wrist position back and forth to rub against the edge of the column.

The pain in his left wrist was heartbreaking. Qu Sen held back his movements and cursed the people who made movies and TV series in his heart.

Grandma's, when they were there, the rope as thick as a thumb could be broken in a few strokes, but in reality, nylon straps as thick as a potato silk can be worn for a few minutes, but I didn't see any more than a hundred strokes.

Qu Sen was anxious and began to twist his hands hard, wanting to try to see if he could directly break the tie that he didn't know what kind of hair tie he had to grind into.

After struggling for a long time, Qu Sen felt that the ties had been tied into the flesh, and there was still no intention of breaking them at all. He could only give up and continue grinding with his left shoulder.

After moving a few times, Qu Sen suddenly found that although the nylon cable ties were not broken, they seemed to be looser. He stretched his hands hard, and he could even feel a gap between his wrists.

This discovery made Qu Sen very happy. He pulled his left shoulder suddenly and finally stuck the pillar edge between his hands.

With an angle that is easy to exert force, Qu Sen was shaking up and down like an epilepsy attack. Although the pillars still kept grinding the flesh of the wrists and forearms, it was much better than before.

Qu Sen completely ignored the pain in the position of his arms, especially the forearm, and did not know how many times he had been grinding back and forth. The two wrists that had been tensing were finally separated after a slight "click".

The two arms that had been forced to the back were suddenly returned to normal angles, and a strong sense of pain suddenly emerged from the fracture of the bones. Qu Sen endured the pain and raised his stiff forearm and took a look.

Both arms were covered with blood from the forearm to the hands, their hands were swollen into purple, the flesh on both wrists was rotten, and there was a tie tie strapped into the flesh on the wrist of the left hand.

"Damn!" Qu Sen looked carefully at the marks on his wrist and couldn't help but scold Xu Jian. No wonder it took so long to get it open, and the grandson actually had at least five strands of tied.

After barely moving for a while, Qu Sen breathed a sigh of relief. It was pretty good. Although the flesh looked terrible, it should not have damaged the ligaments and muscles.

Worried that the blood would be necrotic for a long time, Qu Sen kept holding the blood circulation while promoting blood circulation, looking down at the tied legs.

The two ankles were tied tightly by several tie ties, and several tie ties connected together were fixed horizontally on the cement column.

The nylon cable ties have a stop-retard buckle, and it is not easy to untie it with your hands. Qu Sen searched around for a long time and saw the fruit knife that was thrown by Xu Jian not far away.

He bent down and stretched out his right hand for a moment. The already numb wound on his shoulder suddenly burst into tears, forcing Qu Sen to stop his movements.

My waist kept rising, and seeing the wound that had already clotted blood, it started to bleed out again.

I wanted to squat down and support the ground with my left hand, but my ankle was strangled. When my body leaned forward slightly, the ties would drill straight into the flesh. If I could endure the pain of my flesh, I could not bear the pain on my shin.

Qu Sen tried it twice and found that he could not squat down at all. He could only stick his butt to the cement column, bend his waist down, and at the same time stretched his left hand forward to lean on the ground. After trying for a long time, the fingertips of his left hand could not even touch the ground, and it was useless to try to leverage the force.

Qu Sen was trying to figure out a way, and suddenly he heard a vague sound of footsteps in the direction of the door.

A few seconds later, Xu Jian's figure appeared at the door with a fierce momentum. As soon as he entered the door, he cursed at Qu Sen: "You TM dare to scare me! Look at me if I don't..."

Xu Jian stopped before he finished scolding, stared at Qu Sen for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed. While speeding towards Qu Sen, he muttered: "I've changed my moves, right? Have you started playing with pretending to be dead?"

After walking closer a few steps, I raised my foot and looked at Qu Sen's drooping head and kicked it.

Qu Sen's head was touched, and he suddenly leaned back, hit the cement pillar hard and then hung down again. The two arms tied to the pillar were pulled, and they shook slightly from left to right twice.

"Ai Icao! I pretended to be quite like this!" Xu Jian's smile on his face became bigger, and he stood in front of Qu Sen and kicked and beat him.

Qu Sen lowered his head, and his body swayed like a sandbag under Xu Jian's fists and feet, but he had no independent reaction at all.

"Damn it! Is it really dead?" Xu Jian fought for a long time, and saw that Qu Sen had no reaction at all, and was a little confused.

He looked at the wound from Qu Sen from his right shoulder to his waist, and was still bleeding out, and muttered in a low voice: "Is the bleeding dead?"

As he spoke, he raised one hand and carefully reached under Qu Sen's nose. After trying for a long time, he felt that Qu Sen was still breathing, but it was a little weak.

He touched Qu Sen's neck with his hand and confirmed that the carotid artery still fluctuated, then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Cao, I've fainted!"

After confirming that Qu Sen was not dead, Xu Jian turned around and sat back on the stool, stared at him for a long time, and began to unconsciously talk to his aunt.

The expression on his face was ferocious, scared, and then he looked aggrieved and almost burst into tears.

Sitting there for a while, tears fell, Xu Jian suddenly stood up and said with a ferocious look: "Who said I dare not kill anyone? I will kill one for you today. I'll just kill someone. Just stab it and it's all done. What's the difficulty!"

As he spoke, Xu Jian bent down and picked up the fruit knife on the ground, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and looked up and down Qu Sen's body, as if he was looking for the position of the knife to be cut off.

After searching for a long time, I finally stared at Qu Sen's neck. As I stepped up, I raised the fruit knife with both hands and shouted: "I'll go, you'll..."

A scolding came to an abrupt end by a palm that suddenly slashed.

Qu Sen used his left palm with all his strength and slashed the round on his right neck before the knife in Xu Jian's hand fell.

Seeing him swaying for a while and not falling down, Qu Sen grabbed his clothes with both hands and pulled them into his arms, and hit his nose with his forehead.

"Ah~" Xu Jian screamed and inserted the knife in his hand.

The tip of the knife stuck on Qu Sen's shoulder blade and did not pierce it much deeper, but this made Qu Sen's right arm, which was unable to exert force, completely soft.

Qu Sen was also in pain and put his left arm around Xu Jian's neck regardless of it, and hit his face frantically with his forehead.

While screaming, Xu Jian held the hilt in both hands and pressed it down hard. After pressing for a long time, he found that he could not press it at all. He suddenly pulled it up and wanted to change the place and stab it again.

But Qu Sen was confused. He held the knife and stabbed it twice, making it empty. Finally, he used all his strength to wave it down, and his hand holding the knife hit the cement pillar. As the flesh on the knuckles flipped up, the knife also took off his hand.

Xu Jian couldn't stand Qu Sen's forehead, and kept hitting his nose, face, chin, and didn't care about picking up the knife, and used his hand to support Qu Sen's head. As a result, his right thumb pressed into Qu Sen's mouth in panic.

"Relax, let go, let go!" Xu Jian used his left hand to hit Qu Sen's head continuously like crazy.

After finally pulling out his thumb, Xu Jian saw his thumb in a daze, as if his bones were exposed. He felt panic and turned around and wanted to run away. As a result, Qu Sen seized the opportunity and strangled his neck tightly with his left arm.

Xu Jian kept kicking and struggling, trying hard to throw Qu Sen's back over with his waist. But Qu Sen's feet were tied to the pillar, and no matter how hard he used, he could not succeed.

At this time, Qu Sen also raised his right arm with difficulty, forming a triangle to pressurize with his forearm and left wrist. The left arm became tighter and tighter.

Xu Jian's face gradually turned red, and then his purple and blackness became weaker and weaker. Several nylon belts tied under the cement pillar finally broke away under constant friction. Qu Sen and Xu Jian fell to the ground at the same time.

After a few minutes, Qu Sen felt that his arms were completely removed from strength. No matter how hard he tried, it inevitably became softer and softer.

Xu Jian, who was strangled, had no movement for a long time.

Qu Sen relaxed his energy and used his last strength to push Xu Jian aside, slumping on the ground and gasping weakly.

He was trapped in a quiet warehouse and the Marseille March sounded at some point. Qu Sen reacted and confirmed that the music was coming from Xu Jian's pocket, which was the ringtone of the mobile phone.

He barely controlled his left hand to reach into Xu Jian's pocket, and tugged it with his weak fingers several times before pulling out a flip phone. He looked at the small screen on the outer cover and called the string of numbers that were the head of 84.

Turning open the cover of the phone, press the answer button, and put the phone in his ear, Qu Sen snorted out: "Hey?"
Chapter completed!