The stalker watched outside the villa for a while but found nothing. The old man in gray never showed up.
"Something must have happened?" The stalker reacted belatedly.
But it was too late, three masked men had already touched him behind him. The stalker suddenly looked back and saw that he was surrounded.
The stalker quickly pulled out a short knife with his right hand, preparing to fight back. A tall masked man picked up a bow and arrow, and shot an arrow through the stalker's right arm.
"Ah..." The stalker covered the wound on his right arm in pain, got up and ran away.
A thin, masked man quickly chased after him, piercing the stalker's lower back with a short thorn in his hand.
The stalker struggled hard, but to no avail, and was quickly choked by the thin masked man.
The tall masked man caught up and struck the stalker on the neck with his palm. The stalker's vision went dark and he fainted.
Another stocky masked man came over, put the stalker in a sack, carried him on his back and left.
The tall masked man and the thin masked man also left together.
…
In Tianji Sect Anbu Prison, the gray-clothed old man and the stalker were imprisoned in two cells respectively.
The light in the cell was dim, the surrounding walls were dark and damp, and there was a faint musty smell.
The old man in gray clothes had woken up and knew that he had been attacked. He closed his eyes and concentrated, thinking secretly about how to deal with his situation.
A skinny old man came over carrying a wooden box and asked the jailer to open the cell door.
With a "squeak", the cell door was opened. The old man in gray clothes looked up and saw the skinny old man walked in.
"Brother, I've been waiting for a long time!" The skinny old man put the wooden box on the table next to him and greeted him with a smile.
"Hmph!" The old man in gray clothes looked disdainful.
"Don't think too much. This is an ANBU prison. Once you're in, don't even think about getting out." The skinny old man said with a kind face: "Tell me, who are you? What's the purpose of following Mi Snake?"
The old man in gray clothes closed his eyes and ignored the skinny old man.
"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Shangui, and I work in the field of torture." The skinny old man was not angry when he saw this situation. He chatted with the old man in gray like an old friend: "Brother, you see you are quite old. , you should think more about yourself.”
"Since I've been caught by you, I can kill or chop him up as I please." The old man in gray clothes said calmly.
"By the way, your companion has also been invited by us, and someone has specially greeted him."
"That's his bad fate!"
"If you don't say it, he will." The skinny old man continued to persuade.
The old man in gray clothes paused after hearing this. He had little confidence in whether the stalker could hold on.
"Ah...ah..."
Waves of screams came, and the old man in gray recognized the shouts of the stalker.
In another cell, a big man with a fierce face, holding iron pliers, was clamping one of the stalker's fingers hard.
The stalker's body was covered in scars, and three of his fingers had been pinched off. The fingers were deformed and his skin was dark red.
The stalker's head was also beaten until it became swollen and fat, making him miserable.
"After taking my inspiration pill, the pain you feel will be magnified several times. Let's see how long you can last." The fierce man said with a sneer.
"Ah...please spare me!"
"Tell me, who do you do? What is your mission? Who is your superior?"
"I... can't say." The stalker was very afraid of the consequences of leaking information.
"Be tough!"
The fierce man took out an iron pick, grabbed the stalker's finger, and inserted the iron pick into the stalker's nails.
The stalker was in pain and struggled hard, but his body was tied to a huge wooden frame with iron chains, and the wooden frame did not move at all.
"Your name?"
When the fierce man inserted the seventh iron stick into the nails of the stalker's fingers, the stalker finally couldn't bear it any longer and had a look on his face begging for mercy.
"My name is Masan, and the old man in gray is my superior. He ordered me to follow that woman. I don't know the specific purpose."
In another cell, the old man in gray listened to the indistinct voices and guessed that the stalker had been tortured into submission by me.
The skinny old man smiled and said, "You can't blame him. Even gods can't bear this set of torture."
"I understand, but you can try this trick on me, just in case it doesn't work." The old man in gray said with an arrogant look, as if he didn't care about these tortures.
"Those are methods used by rough people. I don't like to use them." The skinny old man waved his hand and said, "I like to use silver needles."
As he spoke, the skinny old man took out a cowhide bag from the wooden box. After opening it, there were dozens of slender silver needles in rows, and the cold light flashed, which was breathtaking.
After seeing this, the old man in gray twitched his face unnaturally. It was obvious that he had heard about acupuncture.
"It seems that you are good at acupuncture."
"It's just a joke, it's nothing worth mentioning." The skinny old man touched the silver needle casually and said: "I have thirty-six soul-taking silver needles here. No prisoner who has passed through my hands so far can survive eighteen years." It’s a needle, guess how many needles you can hold?”
The old man in gray clothes remained silent after hearing this, looking a little sad.
"Let me tell you this, after eighteen injections, the meridians will be severed, the Dantian will be damaged, and all the spiritual energy will be dissipated." The skinny old man paused and added: "The foundation of cultivating immortals is damaged, and he has completely become a mortal."
"Let me think about it!" The old man in gray clothes was obviously unwilling to let his cultivation become an illusion, and said with an uncertain face.
"Okay, you have time for a stick of incense."
The skinny old man asked his men to take a stick of incense, put it in the incense burner and light it, then he sat down next to him and meditated cross-legged.
The incense was only half burned, and the old man in gray clothes said, "I can say it, but I have a condition. I want the young man who caught me to come over."
"This..." The skinny old man obviously didn't expect that the other party had such a request, and he hesitated for a moment.
"If you can't make a decision, go and ask for advice." The old man in gray said proudly.
The skinny old man thought for a moment, then made a decision and said to his subordinates: "Keep an eye on him, I'll go out."
"Yes!" His subordinates obeyed the order.
…
In the bedroom on the second floor of the elixir store, Lin Feng opened the old man in gray's storage bag and was eye-opening. It must be said that the old man in gray was quite rich.
Lin Feng transferred the thousands of elementary spirit stones, hundreds of intermediate spirit stones, various elixirs, talismans, and two rows of books into his storage bag.
There are four magical instruments, a dark green knife, a white round shield, a bronze tripod, and a pair of gray leather boots.
The invisibility cloak worn by the old man in gray and the blowgun weapon in his hand were taken away by Mu Ying, and Lin Feng was too embarrassed to ask for them.
However, Mu Ying miscalculated. She thought that the old man in gray was just a minor player and did not check the storage bag in time. Otherwise, she would have asked for it on the spot when she discovered that Lin Feng had taken advantage of the storage bag.
There was a white mask in the storage bag. Lin Feng took it out and played with it. After inputting his spiritual power and exploring it, he could see the effectiveness of the mask.
This mask is called Faceless, and it can transform into three different appearances. The operation method is very simple. After putting on the mask, input spiritual power to activate.
Lin Feng likes it very much. This is a must-have artifact for breaking into a house through walls and killing people.
On a bamboo branch dozens of feet outside the house, the tiger-striped shrike heard an unusual sound. It opened its eyes and saw a black figure slowly moving toward the direction of the elixir store.
In the bedroom, Lin Feng received the warning from Dao Feng, put away the storage bag, then took out the black long knife Han Feng and put it on his back, the Seven Kills Flying Sword and the sword pouch on his waist, and then walked out quietly .
The black figure slowly walked into the bamboo forest next to the wall, listened for a while, and saw that there was no movement upstairs, and was about to climb the wall to enter.
Suddenly, a hard object pressed against his lower back, and the black figure froze, daring not to move.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Lin Feng stretched out his left hand to pinch the black figure's slender neck, put his head over and said softly.
