The young man who killed Meng Gong and was taken into the interrogation room felt that he had entered a room surrounded by countless strange and strange tools, and that he was tied to an even stranger torture device.
"Tell me, I'm very busy. I hope we can get things done quickly."
An old man who looked like he was in his twilight years, with half of his teeth and a large part of his hair missing. Only a small strand of hair came out from the sideburns, and the old man carefully covered the entire front half of his forehead.
However, looking from the height where the young man was tied, one could still easily see the last few stubborn long hairs on the old man's already bare head, which were growing hard on it.
"What do you want me to say?" the young man's voice said calmly, "I already said everything that needs to be said on the way here."
The young man felt that just when he finished saying this, the old man's eyes suddenly showed a light like lightning, which felt like a hungry wolf seeing food.
The old man slowly walked to the front of the table and read slowly, "Yang Qing, sixteen years old, from Xiatianshui Village, his parents are dead, and he lives with a younger sister."
When the old man thought of his sister, Yang Qing closed his eyes in pain.
The old man sighed, walked up to Yang Qing, exposed his missing teeth and continued to interrogate, "Tell me, who are you from the Black Hand organization?"
"What?" Yang Qing felt that his ears must have heard it wrong, but when he heard the name, he didn't sound like a kind person, so he frowned and said, "What kind of black hand organization? I have never heard of it."
The old man sneered and said, "As an immortal cultivator, don't tell me that you picked up this cultivation method on the road. Don't worry, we have already put an immortal rope on you. No matter how strong you are, you can't use it." ”
Yang Qing shouted loudly, "Don't be slanderous. My cultivation was taught by strangers passing by. It's not some evil hand."
The old man was not in a hurry, but said quietly, "You are really tough-talking, but it doesn't matter. After all, so many tough-talking people will behave obediently."
After saying that, he gently turned the wrench on the side. With a "click", Yang Qing felt that his two normally healthy fingers were quickly twisted and turned into a pile of soft rotten meat.
A butler-looking man was standing outside the interrogation room, staring at the old man's execution of Yang Qing through layers of tight fences. His silent eyes seemed to be shining with a destructive light.
He took out a bulging money bag, handed it to the hand of an official-looking person next to him, and said respectfully, "It's up to you, sir, to do justice to everything!"
The man took the money bag, weighed it, and felt it was extremely heavy. He accepted it with satisfaction and sighed falsely.
"We have also heard about your master. Don't worry, the higher-ups have also said hello. I will definitely give him a chance and won't torture him to death so quickly."
The housekeeper stared fiercely at the young man who was being tortured, and said, "My wife has said that I will pay my respects to the master in the next two days. When this matter is over, I will personally come to thank you all."
When the official heard that there was still money to be received, he couldn't help but smile and nod his head and said, "Your wife is thoughtful, please give me my condolences to your master."
The old man broke off two of Yang Qing's fingers, as if he had done a trivial thing.
He listened to Yang Qing's screams with a sneer, opened his mouth again, stuffed a pill into it, and said, "Don't blame me. Since you came in, I'm afraid you are determined to die." .”
"Unfortunately, I will quickly let you understand that sometimes, being alive is more difficult than being dead."
After saying that, he pulled gently again, and the exquisite torture instrument clicked again.
Yang Qing felt a stream of blood flowing down his forehead, covering half of his face in an instant. It turned out to be a piece of scalp on the top of his head, and it was just torn off by the old man.
"ah!"
Yang Qing screamed again, and the sound was so shrill that it could be clearly heard even outside the torture room.
Early the next morning, Qian Yunsheng sat in an elegant room in a high-rise building, looking at the city below that was gradually returning to life.
Agu said in his soul, "I don't know how much they will believe your news this time."
This is an elegant room specially chosen by Qian Yunsheng, which overlooks most of the West City.
He was not in a hurry and said slowly, "I hope they don't take it too seriously, otherwise it might cause a bigger fuss."
Just as he was talking, a red cloud flew across the sky, and a great monk emerged from the red cloud and descended.
Qian Yunsheng looked at the great monk, shook his head and said, "I just sent a monk here, and he lost his magic weapon. It seems that they only take this matter seriously."
Agu smiled and said, "Didn't you say that the less they pay attention to us, the safer it will be? But this monk came so early, I wonder if he will find out any clues."
I was busy for most of the night last night, so Qian Yunsheng yawned without interest and said, "That place was originally a filthy place. It's not easy to find out something in such a short time. Let's see." Let’s look at Leiyin Temple’s methods.”
Agu also started to look forward to it, and said happily, "I can't wait to see the disgusting expressions of those monks, as if they had eaten a bunch of flies."
Qian Yunsheng also smiled, and then said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect that there were actually cultivators in the prison. These mortals are so brave. With a little bit of power, they even dared to torment the cultivators. You should know that this should be done They are felons who are specially detained in the sky prison."
Agu was also quite surprised and said, "Yes, they are really brave enough to dare to practice favoritism and fraud to this extent. They are probably numb. They only know how to collect money and have forgotten how powerful the immortal cultivators are."
Qian Yunsheng nodded and said, "This way, we can surprise them even more!"
At night, Yang Qing, who had no good piece of meat on his body, was thrown into the cell again.
He was still shackled with the Immortal Binding Chains that restricted his spiritual energy, leaving his Dantian empty and unable to gather any spiritual energy at all. So much so that he is now like a mortal, unable to use spiritual energy to relieve the pain on his body.
In the dantian, there is a drop of elixir swirling around. Just when he was about to pass out from the pain, the elixir would send out a burst of spiritual energy at the right time, stimulating him to wake up again, making it impossible for him to even pass out.
"Um"
After shouting for a day, he had no strength left, and he could only hum intermittently because he couldn't bear the pain.
"Hey, young man, have you offended someone?" came an old man's voice from a cell nearby.
He clicked his tongue and said, "In all these years, this is the first time I've seen someone like you beaten so badly."
"Look at your arms, your legs that have been completely severed, and the flesh on your chest is so rotten. I don't want you to get out alive at all!"
Yang Qing groaned a few more times, then took a breath and said, "I was a capital offender, and I didn't even think about being able to get out."
"Hey, don't you know? Look at what you're wearing, it's an Immortal Binding Rope. That means you're at least an Immortal Master."
"There are regulations in the country that as long as you are an immortal master, you cannot kill him easily. And if you are willing to serve the country for a certain period of time, you can pay for your crime." Soon the old man shook his head and said
"It is said that you should be transferred to the heavenly prison where you cultivators are detained, instead of here. It seems that they want to treat you as an ordinary prisoner and not report your identity as a cultivator. .”
Yang Qing snorted again and asked, "My father-in-law, are you saying that even if I commit a capital crime, I can still be punished?"
The old voice said, "It's okay, but I've never seen anyone beaten as badly as you. I can't say for sure about your situation, old man."
Yang Qing snorted again and fell silent.
Youzai literature allows the soul to travel!
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