When Chen Mo woke up again, he was already in a dark cell.
With his toes on the ground, a rope hanging from his neck, and his two arms tied to the torture rack, Chen Mo looked around with swollen eyes. The vast team no longer knew where they were going, and there were only five people in this room.
Among the five people, Chen Mo only knew one, Wang Erniu. He was also hung on the torture rack, his head drooped, and his body was covered with scars.
There was no good spot on the remaining three people. Chen Mo felt his whole body trembling with pain when he moved a little. He knew that the demon cultivator didn't kill them immediately, which proved that they were still valuable, so he could only leave now. Take it one step at a time.
After a while, everyone woke up one after another. Not everyone has seen the scene inside the prison, and the Demon Sect has been exaggerated to be very terrifying. Evisceration, dissection, and heart removal are commonplace. Now that someone finds himself tied to the torture rack, these thoughts will become more and more intense. Mature.
The monk next to Chen Mo screamed in horror: "Where is this! Where is this?!" He screamed like crazy, but no one here paid attention to him. After experiencing the initial panic, he also ordered became quiet.
"Hey, brothers, you are all awake." The speaker was a little girl less than six feet tall, who looked like a young girl in her mid-teens.
Her voice is very clear and pleasant, but its sudden appearance here is like a flower blooming among the bones.
"Little sister, who are you? Why are you here? Let me go... Uh, brother, come down and buy you some candies." Wang Erniu mustered up some energy and said gently to the child.
"Who am I? Am I not the one who controls you?" The girl smiled sweetly, instantly making everyone feel a chill of sadness.
The purpose of teasing everyone has been achieved, and the girl finally revealed her true face.
She clapped her hands lightly, and two puppets made of iron sheets walked into the room one after another. One of the puppets held a large and small sharp knife, some long or short. Chen Mo only glanced at it. , you will know that its sharpness is extraordinary.
There was also a puppet holding a wooden frame with a bunch of bottles and jars on it, which contained many strange bugs, centipedes, spider-faced pupae, and colorful blood.
Chen Mo could still accept the first one, but when he saw the bugs in the bottle, his pupils shrank and he realized something was wrong.
Everyone looked at each other, and all five of them trembled. In a strange place, no one knew how perverted this girl would be.
"Do you want to live?"
The girl asked softly, but no one answered.
After waiting for a few breaths, but still nothing, the girl immediately laughed angrily. He walked straight to the first person, slapped her left and right, slapped her palms fiercely, aimed at his head and fired her bow left and right, each blow was powerful and heavy. Soon the first person's face was slapped into a pig's head.
Chen Mo was the second one. Before he could react, the two mouths blurred together without any warning. His face suddenly became stained with color. Chen Mo didn’t remember how many blows he received. All he knew was that blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he almost died. The girl was so painful that she fainted before she was willing to stop.
Then the third, the fourth, and when it was the fifth's turn, Wang Erniu shouted loudly: "Sister! Don't hit me! I live! I want to live! I said it! I said it all!!"
"A bunch of cheap bones!" The girl stopped slapping her hands when she saw Wang Erniu being so understanding.
She made a loud noise and scolded: "I will ask you again now. If you don't answer, you know the consequences."
"Do you want to live?"
The girl asked again, and this time no one dared to remain silent. Everyone replied feebly, thinking that the man next to Chen Mo had his teeth knocked out, and he was still sputtering when he spoke.
"Okay, then we need to continue talking. The ancestor made it very clear when he left, kill some, waste some, and release some. Who will be released depends on your performance. ”
"How to behave?"
The monk who had yelled earlier asked expectantly.
"Then it depends on your ability." The girl continued to riddle.
"Sister!! I have great abilities. Please put me down quickly and I can show you! Even though I am not a child, my skills in the room are unique..."
While the girl listened, she picked up a knife with a cold light in the puppet's hand: "What are you doing?!" Wang Erniu shouted hurriedly: "Sister, don't mess around!! I still have to rely on it to make a living. ah!"
"If you keep talking mean, I'll cut out your tongue first, and then your mouth!" Wang Erniu calmed down after hearing this.
"There are only three consequences for monks like you who claim to be righteous if we catch them. Let me tell you briefly. The first one is to be turned into an armored puppet. Just like the existence around me, there is no consciousness of its own. Leave a shell behind for us to use.”
"The second option is much better and is also chosen by many people. After all, the puppet has no consciousness of its own and needs the master to control it, which consumes a lot of geniuses and treasures. The second option is to voluntarily accept us as the master and give up his life. Put your soul in the hands of your master, and your life and death will depend on his will. If you remain a slave for a hundred years, we will set you free."
Chen Mo knew very well that this so-called freedom was just a joke. Demon cultivators often reneged on their promises. It was better to die happily than to be a slave.
The third type is naturally the spirit slaves, blood slaves, Dan slaves, medicine slaves and a series of slaves that require blood sacrifices. If there are virgin women among you, there is still a chance to become a double cultivator.
That's all. As for where the women who have lost their virginity will go, and the men who have no use value, the bottles and jars in the hands of the second puppet seem to have told them the answer.
After everyone heard all this, they stopped talking. Chen Mo was no longer a rookie. The girl said this just to get something out of their mouths.
Not only that it is a dead end, but that there is still hope of getting out. The more you say, the greater the chance of survival.
"It seems that some of you have already understood. You are all smart people and can tell the truth in one point. So who starts first?"
"Sister! Let me speak first! Let me come first! Let me tell you an important secret. My father beats me every time he drinks... Well, uh, sister! Put the knife down! You don't Tell me what to say! Put it down quickly!"
"Tell me about your sect's secrets!" The girl's cheeks began to twist. If she hadn't known the background behind Wang Erniu, she would have had the urge to stab him to death.
"Let me think about it, don't be angry, don't be angry, let me think about it...I'll think about it..." Wang Erniu comforted the girl in turn, until she put down the knife again. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Mo has never been an optimistic person, so he was in the mood to joke with the female demon cultivator in the prison, dancing on the tip of a knife. There was absolutely no way he could do it, and he was afraid that people would kill him at the first thought.
"I have no say in the sect and I don't know anything. Just kill me!" Someone who wanted to die said desperately.
"You can also tell me about the situation on the island." The girl emphasized again: "Why did the Demonic Island invite you to join, and what did you do on the island? Tell them all in detail. I can consider applying to the above. Let you live."
In front of everyone, no one wanted to be the treacherous person. Only a few people looked at each other with different eyes, and some people's expressions flickered, as if they had been moved by the girl's words.
"There are too many people to talk, right? I'll let you go now. You can say on the way, listen, this is your only chance. If you don't say anything, some people will say, don't let others get ahead of you, cherish it!"
As the girl spoke, she cut off the iron chain that tied the first man and put him down. Chen Mo and others watched him go away. Within a few minutes, the first man was hung up again. , the girl asked another person to go out.
Soon, the man was released again, and it was Chen Mo's turn. With his spiritual power imprisoned, he followed the girl out of the prison.
This is an underground corridor, empty, so there is no need to worry about being betrayed. When the girl saw that the time was right, she said:
"Okay, which sect you are from and what secrets the sect has, you can tell them. Remember, it is a secret. Don't lie. We have the ability and means to prove whether what you say is true or false."
Chen Mo didn't know the secrets of Fuyun Sect at all, and he was not a core disciple, but the girl seemed to understand Chen Mo's thoughts and continued:
"You can also draw the topography of your sect, and list the guards, personnel arrangements, directions, and basic personnel lists of each place."
Chen Mo hesitated for a moment. He knew that if he didn't do it, someone would eventually do it. Counting him, there are six people in the Fuyun Sect on the island, and any one of them might not be able to hold on to leaking the secret.
One voice told him to be an upright man and not to do things for the sake of glory, otherwise he would be a lifelong disgrace, while another voice told him that it was better to die than to live.
Somehow, Chen Mo thought of Lin Yuqin. In her eyes, she should be a very decent person. What would she think if one day she learned that she was a person who survived by betraying his fellow disciples?
Chen Mo Tianren fought for several breaths, but in the end he still did not tell any information about Fuyun Sect. He just said slowly: "Kill me."
The girl was not surprised by this result. She smiled, clapped, and said:
"I can't tell, you are still a tough guy. The two people in front of you said everything. So, let me give you a chance."
