Yong'an City, West District, Zhao Clan, in a cold and damp room, two black iron chains extended from the wall.
At the end of the chain was a pair of scarred arms pinned behind his back. The owner of the arm is a thin young man.
The young man was now on his knees with his head hanging down.
"Well…………"
With a faint groan, the boy whose arms were chained opened his eyes.
"This is?"
He looked around with confusion in his eyes.
Didn't that cave explode? How could I be here?
Just when the young man's face was full of doubts.
A huge amount of information suddenly poured into his mind.
A moment later.
The young man's eyes widened with horror!
Zhao clan, Zhao Wuji? !
The young man's face was full of shock, and he looked through the memories in his mind frame by frame, as if watching a video.
As time passed slowly, the boy's expression became brighter.
He clenched his fists and stood up, his eyes flashing.
Isn't this world exactly what he desires?
However, this opening...
The young man turned his head and looked at his locked arms, his expression a little ugly.
That's when.
With a creaking sound, the door not far away was pushed open.
The man outside the door saw Zhao Wuji standing on the ground. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately turned his head and shouted to the outside: "Go and report, Zhao Wuji is awake!"
His voice fell to the ground.
Rapid footsteps sounded outside the house.
More than ten minutes later.
Inside the execution hall of the Zhao clan.
Zhao Wuji was wearing a strange-shaped iron armor and was forced to kneel on the ground.
In front of him.
There is a row of Taishi chairs made of mahogany.
On the Grand Master's chair in the center, a handsome middle-aged man wearing a black suit frowned and scolded Zhao Wuji: "How long are you going to be stubborn and indifferent?!"
His voice fell to the ground.
Zhao Wuji lowered his head and quickly recalled the recent memory fragments.
After just a moment, he raised his head and said, "I want to see the head of the family!"
When the middle-aged man heard this, his face became extremely ugly.
He stood up, moved to Zhao Wuji, and said in a bad tone: "There are only three days left before the spirit stones are handed over. Where are those spirit stones?!"
At the last sentence, he roared like an angry lion.
But even so.
Zhao Wuji still calmly repeated his request, "I want to see the head of the family."
Zhao Wuji's voice fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man in front of him was completely angry.
He looked at the guards in the execution hall, gritted his teeth and uttered two words, "Execution!"
When the guard heard this, he immediately took off the torture instrument hanging on the wall and put it on Zhao Wuji's right hand.
next moment.
As the guards exerted their strength, Zhao Wuji's screams resounded throughout the execution hall.
A few minutes later.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Wuji who was lying limply on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Where is the thing?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji raised his head, his voice trembling slightly, "I...I want to see...the head of the family..."
His voice fell to the ground, and the middle-aged man nodded to the guard with a cold face: "Continue!"
More than ten minutes later.
The guard who controlled the torture instrument turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Master, it seems that he has fainted."
When the middle-aged man saw this, he stretched out his right foot with a cold face, stepped on Zhao Wuji's bloody right hand and rubbed it hard.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
More than ten seconds later, when he saw that Zhao Wuji was lying limply on the ground without any reaction, he took back his right foot and said, "He is indeed fainted. Take him back to the West Room and keep him under strict supervision!"
"yes!"
After the two guards responded in unison, they carried the unconscious Zhao Wuji out of the execution hall.
Zhao clan, meeting hall.
The first director, Zhao Tianhu, slapped the round table and stood up. While looking around, he said politely: "What time is it? Do you still have to wait for the head of the family?"
His voice just hit the ground.
Another voice immediately sounded, "Until now, we don't know what happened during the transportation of the spirit stones. How can we convict Zhao Wuji?"
"What's unclear about this?"
After Zhao Tianhu retorted, he stared at the person who had just spoken and said in a gradually cold voice: "Zhao Tianyuan, what are your intentions in stopping me again and again?"
When Zhao Tianyuan heard this, his expression instantly turned ugly.
He stood up suddenly, stared at Zhao Tianhu, and said word by word: "You want to convict Zhao Wuji based on the last words of an ordinary guard. What is your intention, Zhao Tianhu?"
When Zhao Tianhu heard this, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
I saw him take a step and quickly approach Zhao Tianyuan.
When the two were about to collide, a rickety body inserted between them, stopped them and dissuaded them: "Now is not the time to argue!"
After saying this, the owner of the body shook his head and continued: "You all know the consequences of not turning in the spirit stones! The top priority is to quickly collect the spirit stones that need to be handed over. As for Zhao Wuji's matter, Tianci is investigating, I believe there will be results before the master comes back!"
Zhao Tianhu and Zhao Tianyuan, who were stopped, heard this and snorted coldly at the same time before returning to their seats.
Under the leadership of the clan elder, the two of them began to tap the remaining spiritual stones in the family.
I don’t know how long it took.
Neither the clan elder nor Zhao Tianhu and Zhao Tianyuan had a good look on their faces.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the meeting hall was getting heavier and heavier, the clan elder sighed and said: "Use all funds to purchase spiritual stones as soon as possible!"
Although Zhao Tianhu and Zhao Tianyuan clenched their fists and looked unhappy, they finally nodded their heads.
They all knew that the Zhao clan could not afford the consequences of not turning in the spirit stones on time.
Just as the two stood up and prepared to leave the meeting hall, the door of the meeting hall was violently pushed open, and a panic-looking man broke in.
See someone coming.
Zhao Tianhu was overjoyed and hurriedly greeted him, "Has there been any news from the third director?"
His voice fell to the ground.
The man swallowed the saliva in his mouth, ignoring the beads of sweat slowly rolling down his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "The airship of the owner of the family crashed and was destroyed..."
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As soon as Zhao Wuji woke up, a heartbreaking pain came from his right hand.
He remembered something and immediately closed his eyes and began to remember.
A moment later.
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but cursed in his heart, "Damn it!"
Even though he was the best person in the world in martial arts training in his previous life, he couldn't think of a good way to break the situation for a while.
what to do?
In the middle of his thinking, Zhao Wuji opened his eyes and looked at the chains that locked him.
The whole body is pitch black and is as thick as an adult's arm.
There is no hope of trying to escape on my own.
However, the lock connected to the iron chain looks relatively simple, but it can be tried.
In the memory of the original owner, he trusted the head of the Zhao clan very much.
But the head of the family is not in the clan.
Zhao Wuji must find a way to make further preparations.
Just as he was thinking about all possible solutions, the door was pushed open again.
"splash!"
As soon as Zhao Wuji closed his eyes, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
immediately.
Large splashes of water splashed on his face.
The cold feeling made him shiver, and he couldn't continue to pretend to be unconscious.
Zhao Wuji opened his eyes, and a feminine face came into his field of vision.
"Zhao Jie..."
He deadpanned and spat out a name.
The young man known as Zhao Jie looked down from a high position and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth: "How come the once proud man of heaven is now lying on the ground like a lost dog?"
Facing Zhao Jie's ridicule, Zhao Wuji did not respond at all.
The less he responded, the more excited Zhao Jie became.
Zhao Jie took a step forward, bent down, an evil light flashed in his eyes, and continued to say: "I have already tasted your colorful butterfly for you!"
When he said this, he stopped, stretched out his tongue and licked his mouth, with a look on his face: "That face is full of tears and looks so pitiful, it's exciting to think about it!"
After saying this, he stared at Zhao Wuji intently.
He was waiting for Zhao Wuji to go crazy.
But time passed by, and Zhao Wuji showed no sign of going crazy.
Just when Zhao Jie felt puzzled, a cold voice sounded from behind him, "Zhao Jie, hurry up!"
Zhao Jie nodded after hearing this.
He took out the notice he had prepared long ago and began to read: "After discussion and decision by the board of directors, Zhao Wuji was convicted of 'betraying the clan', the acupuncture points were abolished, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment!"
Zhao Jie's voice fell to the ground.
Zhao Wuji, who was lying on the ground, immediately stood up and shouted at the person behind Zhao Jie: "The head of the family has not returned, and the council has no right to convict!"
The man heard this and made no response.
When Zhao Wuji saw this, his eyes were full of anger, and he continued to yell at him: "Yuan Shaoqi, as the leader of the Punishment Hall, you are avenging a private revenge! Do you still have the head of the family in your eyes?"
There was a hint of displeasure on the handsome face of the execution hall master, and he winked at the guard beside him, "Slander the execution hall, and you will be punished with three sticks!"
Seeing this, the guard used the scabbard on his waist as a torture stick and hit Zhao Wuji's legs hard.
As he landed on the ground for the last time, a crisp sound of fractures sounded amidst Zhao Wuji's screams.
Yuan Shaoqi glanced at Zhao Wuji, who was curled up in a ball with sweat on his head, and said in a cold voice: "When there is no head of the family, the council has the right to convict anyone!"
After saying this, he looked at Zhao Jie and urged: "Aren't you going to destroy his acupoints with your own hands? What are you waiting for?"
When Zhao Jie heard this, his face lit up, and he hurriedly ordered the guards to put on Zhao Wuji a piece of iron armor full of small holes and strange shapes.
After the guards finished their work, they set up Zhao Wuji.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Jie took out a thin needle about 20cm long and completely transparent from the jade box on the side.
Holding a thin needle, he approached Zhao Wuji and whispered: "Your uncle, the former head of the family, died two hours ago!"
When his voice fell, Zhao Wuji's expression completely changed.
That's when.
The thin needle in Zhao Jie's hand was accurately inserted into a small hole in the armor.
next moment.
As Zhao Jie exerted his strength, the fine needle was completely submerged into the armor.
A few minutes later.
Zhao Jie looked at Zhao Wuji who was lying limply on the ground with blood all over his body, his feminine face filled with excitement.
Looking at his masterpiece, he felt as comfortable as eating a popsicle in the dog days of summer.
When he left the West Room where Zao Wou-Ki was, he was still thinking about how to stimulate the already crippled Zao Wou-Ki tomorrow?
