At this time, the underground palace under Daming Mansion in the City of Fire.
The underground palace is like a football field with three floors.
The lowest floor was filled with various instruments of torture, with a circular platform in the middle and a seat in the middle.
Naraku was sitting on this chair, with Taiga standing above the chief of the Wei Mansion on his right hand, and Yamamoto Takuro, the minister in charge of punishment, standing on his left hand.
On the edge of the stage, the twelve guardian ninjas sat cross-legged, facing the prisoner, and protecting Naraku in the middle.
In the stands on the second floor, there were a circle of Daming Mansion guards and the dead warrior ninjas trained by Daming Mansion, all sitting cross-legged.
The stands on the third floor were densely packed with guards under the jurisdiction of the Wei Mansion.
On the bottom stage, the Minister of Punishment Yamamoto Takuro read to the notebook:
"Nobuo Yourōro accepted bribes from the enemy and secretly resold contraband. He committed a state crime and should be punished by being cut to pieces according to the new law."
A middle-aged man was kneeling under the stage. After hearing Yamamoto Takuro's trial against him, he immediately pleaded like a madman:
"Lord! I just sold some food. I didn't commit treason."
The man's hands were shaking crazily, and he couldn't control his voice trembling too.
His eyes were wide open, with red bloodshot eyes all around them, and a green-gray mark around his eye sockets. It looked like he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
However, Naraku, who closed his eyes and fell asleep, waved his hand impatiently.
The next moment, the middle-aged man was dragged to the torture device and tied up by the executioner.
"You are so violent, you will not die well, the Fire Nation will be buried in your hands sooner or later!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man's tongue was skillfully pulled out by the executioner with iron pliers, so as to prevent his howling and disturbing the noble name.
The people above had long been accustomed to this, and they all treated him coldly without any sympathy in their eyes.
Naraku slowly opened his eyes, sat cross-legged, made a special gesture with his hands, and said to Yamamoto Takuro:
"This is the last one, isn't it?"
Yamamoto Takuro immediately knelt on the ground respectfully, bowed his head and said:
"Back to my lord, there are only these eighty-six prisoners in this batch."
Naraku chuckled, nodded and said: "It seems that the new law is implemented well, let's carry out the execution."
Yamamoto Takuro immediately stood up and ordered to the executioner: "Execution."
Because it is underground, the temperature in the underground palace is slightly lower than on the ground. The cool wind blowing from nowhere made many people shiver.
As Yamamoto Takuro finished speaking, the prisoners in the audience began to suffer inhumane torture.
The more violent ones include being burned with a cannon, being bitten by a snake, being put in a frying pan, and being cut into pieces with a thousand knives.
The more gentle ones include water-dropping torture and sticking-plus-treatment (sticking wet paper on the person's face one by one until they suffocate.)
"Woooo..."
Without exception, these prisoners had their tongues pulled out, and they could only moan and struggle in excruciating pain.
Only tears of reluctance slipped from the corners of his eyes and fell on the cold ground.
Under the torture, the prisoners' emotions reached the highest peak in their lives.
But as the torture continued, one prisoner after another died.
At the moment of their death, their moods went from high to dead, and huge emotional power overflowed.
The power of these emotions will be absorbed by Naraku and others first.
What cannot be absorbed in a short period of time will be absorbed by the people on the second and third levels.
Obviously, after Naraku sent someone to ask for the cultivation method of the immortals from the Fire Temple, he thought of this crooked way to practice immortality.
After tasting the power, the new laws implemented by Naraku became more and more severe.
There are almost no penalties such as detention, and the degree of torture that a prisoner needs to endure is determined only based on the seriousness of the crime.
Half an hour later, Naraku felt that the emotional power around him was gone, and then reluctantly opened his hands.
He reached out and clenched his fist, a look of obsession appeared on his face, and murmured: "Power always makes people addicted to it."
"Big Sky."
"My subordinate is here."
"Who else has not arrived among the contestants from each country?"
"Lord, only the Konoha players are missing."
When Nailuo heard this, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and he said leisurely: "Still on Gu's train?"
Shanghe Dakong said solemnly: "Yes, we will probably arrive at noon tomorrow."
A sinister smile flashed across Naraku's lips and he said:
"No matter how you say it, he is going to fight on behalf of our Country of Fire. You go and greet him on my behalf.
Don't lose the dignity of my Daming Mansion. "
After saying that, he stared at the tortured people under the stage and narrowed his eyes.
"As commanded."
After Shanghe Dakong left, Naraku put his hands on the armrests, stood up slowly and said, "Takuro."
Yamamoto Takuro immediately knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said, "My lord, what are your orders?"
Naraku tapped the armrest with his fingers and said: "Add one line to the new law, the crime of deceiving the emperor."
Yamamoto Takuro said solemnly: "I don't know what kind of punishment my lord is going to arrange for this crime."
Naraku frowned slightly when he heard this, stretched out his hand to rub his temples, thought for a long time and then sneered:
"I can't think of a more interesting torture at the moment, so just write that the crime will not be forgiven."
"yes."
The next day, at noon.
"Dang, Dang, Dang..."
In the station of the City of Fire, a group of shirtless workers were holding shovels to open up new lines.
"Dirty~"
A worker straightened up and looked in the direction of the distant whistle.
I saw a dark steam train slowly moving towards the station. At a glance, the front of the train seemed to give people a ferocious look, like a beast.
The sky was originally clear, but endless dark clouds appeared in the sky behind the train, like a dark gray curtain, spreading towards the City of Fire.
"It looks like it's going to rain."
The worker couldn't help but murmured.
"Everyone go back and rest. The station is temporarily under martial law."
Accompanied by majestic shouts, a group of city guards wearing standard uniforms and carrying swords at their waists drove the workers away and guarded every corner of the station.
At this time, a middle-aged man with white hair rode a brown horse and led several entourages to the platform.
The middle-aged man was Uchiha Tunan's immediate boss when he was working in the City of Fire, the leader of the Wei Mansion: Uchiha Okora.
Shanghe Dakong's eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was staring at the oncoming train with a sinister look. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
When the train entered the station and had not completely stopped, Shanghe Dakong spoke loudly:
"Welcome Konoha Chuunin Uchiha Tunan to participate in the Five Great Nations Honor Chunin Tournament. Fight for the honor of the Country of Fire."
As soon as Shanghe Dakong finished speaking, hundreds of guards in the station straightened their chests and shouted in unison: "Fight for the honor of the Fire Country."
"Fight for the honor of the Fire Nation."
"Fight for the honor of the Fire Nation."
.......
In the carriage, Uchiha Tunan's ears moved slightly, his eyes turned scarlet, and the three magatama slowly flowed.
In an instant, he saw the scene at the station through the drawing board, carriage seats, and cab in front of him.
Uchiha Tunan's eyes subconsciously narrowed, and the picture was gradually enlarged, with the figure of Kamikawa Okora reflected in his pupils.
Immediately, he slightly outlined the corners of his mouth, slapped the drawing board on the table, took a sip of the still warm tea, and murmured: "The domineering side is leaking."
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