I, Yang Jian, devour billions of systems

The Division of Truth is the highest judicial institution in Hai'ao City, and there are countless strong people detained in it.

Many strong men were killed here because they did not abide by the unique rules of Hai'ao City. They were trapped in the Infernal Prison under the Division of Truth and disappeared from the world.

The first six underground floors of the Division of Truth are used for interrogation, and are divided according to the cultivation level of the prisoners.

The higher the level of cultivation, the lower the number of layers of interrogation.

Yang Xuan was directly taken to the sixth floor by Cao Gui, which was an obvious recognition of his strength.

In the torture room, Cao Gui's face was gloomy, he flicked the cigarette ash casually, and looked up and down at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan, on the other hand, sat in front of him without changing his expression. Despite the wailing sounds in the corridor, he remained motionless, with no trace of fear on his face.

"Explain? It's very simple. Gan Miaosong kidnapped my sister, and I came to Hai'ao to rescue her, that's all."

Yang Xuan said calmly, his tone was calm and composed.

Seeing Yang Xuan's calm performance, Cao Gui's face darkened, and he said in a strange way:
"Heh, everyone who just came to the Division of Truth has a very hard mouth, and you are the same. It seems that if I don't give you some color, you don't know my methods!"

As he spoke, Cao Gui took out a white handkerchief, spread it on the table with a look of disgust, and then patted it down.

"Oh!"

After a muffled sound, the two detectives outside the door immediately pushed the door in and bowed slightly to Cao Gui.

Cao Gui took out another handkerchief and wiped his hands, and said without raising his eyes.

"Give this kid an appetizer first, and treat this distinguished guest from afar."

The two detectives got the order, walked behind Yang Xuan with grinning faces, and pushed the curtain in the middle of the room, and the rusty, blood-stained and hair-stained instruments of torture appeared in front of their eyes. .

Like a lady walking into a jewelry store, the two picked left and right, and finally chose a mace covered with scalp hair on the shelf, and shook it at Cao Gui after picking it up.

After Cao Gui saw it, he quickly covered his nose with a handkerchief, frowned, and said displeasedly:

"Our guest has a heavy population, so don't bring out such bland things."

The two detectives immediately understood Cao Gui's meaning, quickly took a simple wooden box from the high shelf beside it, handed it to Cao Gui respectfully, and slowly opened it.

Yang Xuan raised his eyes and saw that the big wooden box was divided into two compartments, one compartment contained thirteen silver needles, and various liquids remained on the silver needles.

The other box is a piece of mud-like ointment. Even if he is far away, Yang Xuan can smell the disgusting smell of the ointment.

Cao Gui waved his hand quickly, and the two immediately walked to Yang Xuan with the wooden box.

"You have also been in the Ninth Bureau. I wonder if you have seen such a good thing?"

Cao Gui covered his nose with a handkerchief and asked proudly.

Yang Xuan just smiled faintly and shook his head slightly.

"This treasure is unique to the sixth underground floor, and it's called No Door to the Earth."

As Cao Gui said, he got up and walked to Yang Xuan's side, picked up one of the silver needles with a handkerchief, and waved it in front of Yang Xuan's eyes.

"Later, these two will pierce these thirteen silver needles into the various acupuncture points of your body, and then seal them with ointment. Tsk tsk, this is the ointment prepared by the director himself. I guarantee that you will not survive or die! "

After finishing speaking, Cao Gui pursed his lips, threw the silver needle into the wooden box in disgust, threw the handkerchief on Yang Xuan casually, returned to the table with a sinister face, and looked at it with interest while resting his chin in one hand. Watching Yang Xuan, waiting for a good show to be staged.

The two detectives, one on the left and one on the right, each took a silver needle, dipped it in some ointment, and slowly placed it on Yang Xuan's elbow.

"Yang Xuan, I will give you one last chance. You must know that if the needle goes down, you will have to undergo surgery to remove it. The process is very tragic."

"If you confess everything now, you can save yourself a lot of flesh and blood!"

Cao Gui stared at Yang Xuan, and said in a strange way.

Yang Xuan looked at the light green light emitting from the silver needle, smiled calmly, and said calmly:
"Please go ahead, I also want to see what kind of means you Shinji have!"

"it is good!"

Cao Gui had already exhausted his patience by Yang Xuan's contemptuous attitude, so he waved his hand and ordered the two detectives to start the execution.

The two agents sneered, they had seen too many arrogant characters in the Department of Truth, but except for an old bone, none of them could persist under this silver needle to the end.

The two looked at each other, and they injected the needle at the same time, directly piercing the triangular dimple on the inner side of Yang Xuan's elbow.

There is the softest place on the arm, the Quze point where the veins are.

After a needle was pierced, Yang Xuan felt that the poison on the needle tip melted into the vein immediately, mixed with the blood and began to swim away.

In an instant, both arms were numb and swollen, as if pierced by a cone and burned, and like ten thousand insects gnawed. The pain has surpassed the body and hit the soul directly.

This kind of cruel criminal law is simply unbearable for cultivators or supernatural beings, but it has no effect on Yang Xuan.

Not to mention that Yang Xuan has eighty-nine magical skills to protect his body, making him invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire.

Just saying that his physical body is sanctified, his muscles, bones and membranes have already been trained to perfection, if Yang Xuan didn't want to try the power of the silver needles, otherwise, these instruments of torture would not be able to enter his body at all.

After two injections, I thought Yang Xuan would scream in pain, but I didn't expect him to still look calm, as if nothing happened.

Cao Gui jumped up against the case, pointed at Yang Xuan with a surprised face, and shouted loudly:
"Give it to me again!"

As soon as the words fell, the two detectives each took two needles and stabbed Yang Xuan's chest and back.

The four needles penetrated the body, and the pain from the depths of the soul was multiplied geometrically, and it would be unbearable even for those with a strong body.

But Yang Xuan still looked calm and breezy, and said with a smile:

"Is this the only thing you can do, Shinji? It's really boring!"

Enraged by Yang Xuan's words, Cao Gui was so angry that he got up and walked in front of him, his eyes were almost bleeding, and he said in a sharp voice angrily:

"Put it all down for me, that's all! I'm going to torture him to death today!"

The two were ordered, and six needles were inserted into the body in an instant, but Yang Xuan still did not respond, not even frowning.

Seeing that the twelve silver needles had gone down, Cao Gui looked at Yang Xuan in disbelief, both surprised and angry.

He has been in charge of the Division of Truth for more than ten years, and such a strange scene has never happened before, so he can't help but start to wonder if the ointment has failed.

He picked up the wooden box and smelled it, and the stench came over his face, forcing him to immediately pick up the last silver needle, dipped some ointment on it, and stabbed at the detective beside him.

The detective just got his skin punctured by the silver needle, so he covered his shoulders and rolled over and over again on the ground.

The severe pain made his tears flow from his nose, and he wailed in pain. After a few breaths, the detective actually started to lose control, and a foul smell filled the entire torture room.

Seeing that the ointment did not fail, Cao Gui covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and pierced the last silver needle directly into Yang Xuan's head with a look of resentment.

But Yang Xuan was still indifferent, Cao Gui's anger erupted instantly, and he pulled the detective aside and shouted loudly!

"Pour all the ointment into me, pour it all in, you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"