Douluo: The Awakening of the Thunder Queen

Mr. Tang Da sneered, "Tang San, Tang Lan has raised you for 29 years after all. Is this how you repay your kindness?"

"The thief Tang Lan betrayed the Tang Sect. Death is not a pity! I was forced to do so. I...I respect the Tang Sect's rules. I am...punishing the evildoers on behalf of the Tang Sect."

"Tang San, do you know? After Tang Lan was captured, he has been defending you and blaming all the blame on himself. It can be said that he raised you with more kindness than heaven, and treated you with more kindness than earth. You are such a filial child."

"Come here, give Tang San the punishment of being skinned! To appease Tianxin!"

Then some disciples raised their hands and said, "Yes!"

An inner disciple first pulled out Tang San's tongue, and with a sharp blow, half of the tongue fell to the ground.

Tang San was anxious, and the chain kept shaking, but the thick chain was destined to make it impossible for Tang San to escape easily.

He looked at a butcher holding a pig boning knife, his eyes seemed to be looking at a pig, walking towards him, then turned behind him.

Two disciples held Tang San down, one on the left and the other on the right, to prevent him from wandering around.

Tang San became more and more frightened, but he had no choice but to feel the cold feeling of the pig-killing and deboning knife across his back.

The butcher's technique was very good. He started cutting from the center and tore it open like a bat spreading its wings.

The disciples who were watching not only did not close their eyes unbearably, but instead showed an execution scene on their faces.

Although Tang San was in unbearable pain, he did not lose consciousness. He could not explain what the situation was now. He was clearly experiencing pain, but he did not lose consciousness. Instead, he was in high spirits and felt the pain more clearly.

He raised his eyes and saw that all the disciples around him had changed their faces, including those from the Shrek Seven Devils, those from the Tiandou Royal Academy, and those from the Canghui Academy, as well as all kinds of people he had seen before.

All these people were applauding.

Tang San looked at these people angrily, but the butcher behind him didn't give him another chance and started cutting again.

In extreme pain, Tang San closed his eyes.

……

When Tang San woke up again, everything around him had not changed. It was still Mr. Tang Da and the sixteen elders, and there were still densely packed Tang Sect disciples around him.

The difference is that this time he was fine, with no marks from the iron or skinning.

But he was still hung on the execution platform.

"Tang San, have you ever heard of stick punishment?"

Punishment with a stick?Tang San didn't know why, was he going to be beaten to death with a wooden stick?

Hey, I, Tang San, was born a seven-foot man, what does it mean to beat him to death with a wooden stick?Just say it, I am not a good man!

The elder who spoke did not give Tang San more time to think, but said to himself: "The so-called stick punishment is to insert a stick into the prisoner's mouth or back court.

No one has ever been able to suffer this punishment. You are lucky to be the first person to suffer this punishment. "

Tang San's eyes were about to burst when he heard this. He could not be humiliated even if he died!

"Tang San, do you still want to die with dignity?" The elder sneered, "Give the traitor Tang San a stick!"

"Yes!"

Then four strong men came up, two held Tang San so that he could not move, and the other two each held a stick.

The texture of this stick is actually quite good, and it also has patterns and hoop edges.

The stick is about the thickness of a finger, and the shaft is an arm long.

In Tang San's confused and frightened eyes, the two strong men opened Tang San's upper and lower parts in disgust and thrust the sticks in.

Tang San didn't know what he was feeling. He just felt that his body had been tortured. He didn't want to live anymore, he just wanted to die well.

……

"Sinner Tang San...please plead guilty and ask the elders to give me a happy meal."

It was still the familiar execution platform. Tang San shed tears when he looked at the familiar faces on the platform bearing the identity of the Tang Sect.

"There has never been a betrayer in the Tang Sect for hundreds of years, and you are the first.

If the betrayers are not severely punished, how will the Tang Sect deal with itself?

Want a good time?dream!

Come on, give the sinner Tang San a lead penalty! "

A stove was brought up, and a big man picked up the red-hot sharp knife in the stove with pliers. He put on thick gloves and held the handle of the knife.

Tang San had no idea what the punishment of lead punishment was, but he had the experience of being tortured by a hot iron. When he saw the big man holding a red-hot sharp knife, he could probably guess what he was going to do.

It's nothing more than a hot iron used to scald the meat and a sharp knife used to cut the meat.

This is the hell of reincarnation, and Tang San can no longer tell whether his experience in Douluo Continent is true or false.

But he was still unwilling to give in. If he jumped off the cliff again at that time, maybe he would return to Douluo Continent?

This reluctance started to burn inexplicably, and Tang San became fierce, using all his strength to activate the Xuantian Technique - the Xuantian Technique had been disabled long ago, and he couldn't operate it at all.

But it doesn't matter, he still has the Purple Demon Boy. As long as he sees the big man's movements clearly, he can dodge a little.

A flash of purple light flashed through his eyes, and Tang San clearly saw the big man walking towards him with a sharp knife in his hand, aiming at... his eyes!

Tang San quickly tilted his head. Fortunately, his hands and feet were only bound by iron chains, so he could still move his head.

But in the next moment, his head was straightened.

Tang San was stunned for a moment.

Damn it!How could I forget this!

How could no one be looking at him?Tang San felt that his brain was no longer used. How could he not think of this? It was as if he had forgotten it subconsciously.

The next moment, the big man facing Tang San dug his sharp knife into Tang San's eyes.

The red-hot sharp knife was perfectly controlled by the big man, and it almost poked into the eye socket, gouging out the entire eyeball.

At that moment, Tang San didn't feel the pain, but after that, the pain came in wave after wave like a tide, constantly impacting Tang San, but he was able to maintain his consciousness, allowing him to He endured wave after wave of pain.

Soon, both eyes were gouged out by the big man, and Tang San, who was alert, heard a dog barking.

Then, Tang San felt another bucket being carried up. It was very hot and steaming.

The big man pinched Tang San's mouth open, and Tang San had already guessed what he was going to do.

The so-called lead punishment probably means filling with lead.

He naturally knew how high the temperature of the lead water was. If this bucket of lead water went down, death would be inevitable, but the process of death was completely beyond his imagination and he did not want to feel it.

Tang San struggled, but the more he struggled, the more painful he felt inside.

Tang San could no longer feel the pain in his throat as the bitter wine entered his throat. All he could feel was the feeling of hot lead entering his throat.

It was so hot that he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound. It was so hot that his internal organs ruptured.

The lead water entered the body and began to solidify. Tang San felt that his body began to gradually become stiff and heavy.

Abdominal pain, no, it was more than just abdominal pain. There was far more painful pain in this world. Tang San couldn't describe it, he could only feel it.

……

As if going back in time, Tang San returned to the execution platform again, surrounded by the same group of people.

Tang San didn't want to open his eyes anymore, he was already tired, and he felt that if he fell asleep, he might not have to wake up again.

That's fine, he wants to sleep, he doesn't want to live anymore, the Tang Clan, Shrek, father, Xiao Wu, none of them exist.

"Tang San!"

The sound like thunder shook Tang San awake.

Tang San's eyes were red, staring intently at the people around him.

"Why? I just want to die, please, let me die!"

"Of course, of course I will let you die." The elder above smiled strangely, "How you die is not your decision."

Tang San noticed some changes around him. There was a stone hanging in front of his eyes, like a huge scale.

He knew that he shouldn't be curious, but Tang San was extremely curious about what this stone was used for.

Tang San felt like he was about to split into two people. One said he couldn't be curious, but the other was extremely curious. The two of them were together, as if their souls had been torn apart.

How does it feel to have your soul torn apart?Tang San didn't know that when he had the ability in the future, he could try tearing others apart. Anyway, he wouldn't tear his own daughter or son apart.

Oh, I may not have a future, that’s okay.

Tang San felt that he might have died a long time ago, but his soul was just being tortured here.

"Execution!"

The elder spoke, but this time he didn't even say what the punishment was.

Tang Sanzheng didn't understand why, and suddenly felt that something had entered his back yard.The ice is cold and a bit stinging.

The rocks in front of him are no longer in front of him, but... on top of his head.

Tang San raised his head, and the rope tied to the stones went around the horizontal bar, and the other end was... behind him.

Even after experiencing so much pain and torture, Tang San still shed a cold sweat in an instant. No matter how stupid he was, he knew what the situation was now.

Tang San was furious, he didn't even know where he got such strength, but he still had the iron chain rattling when he was suppressed by the strong man next to him.

There was something hooking him, he didn't know, but he could clearly feel it, and he obviously wouldn't feel it.

He turned his head and glanced back in horror, only to see a strong man pulling on the rope, trying to keep the stone hanging on it.

Tang San became more and more frightened. He didn't even know why he was frightened. He should be numb. On the one hand, he felt that he should be numb, and on the other hand, he felt that he should be frightened. His entire expression was completely distorted, complicated, and contradictory.

"put!"

After the person at the end of the rope was ready, he gave instructions to the strong man who tightened the rope.

In Tang San's sight with his head raised, the rocks fell downwards very quickly.

The other end of the rope hangs down with a twisted intestine.

Tang San knew that it was his own intestines.

This punishment is called the punishment of having your intestines removed.

……

It’s the familiar execution platform again.

Tang San's eyes were dull, as if he had lost his will.

Someone was tinkering with chains beside him.

With several sounds of falling to the ground and hitting the pole, the four iron chains locking Tang San's limbs separated from Tang San.

Tang San suddenly trembled, could it be... could he be out of the sea of ​​suffering?Maybe he even survived?

But the fact was obviously not what Tang San thought. One of the two big men grabbed his feet, the other grabbed his hands, and lifted Tang San up to an iron bed.

With five "stuck" sounds, his limbs and neck were locked on the iron bed.

It was the familiar scalding steam again, but this time it didn't smell like lead water.

Everything was ready, Tang San couldn't see the high platform, nor could he turn to the side, he could only see the gray sky above.

"Start grooming!"

It was the familiar elder's voice again, but the more Tang San listened, the more familiar it became, as if he heard it every day.

A big man picked up a bucket. Different from the previous times when he held a sharp knife and carried lead water, this time he did not wear protective gloves, as if he was not afraid of the steaming water mist at all.

His clothes were stripped off by another person, who flicked the mistress and laughed.

Tang San had never felt so humiliated, but he was also a little strange in his heart. He originally thought this was a nightmare reincarnation, and these people had expressionless faces, but now he could see a man who was not afraid of steaming water, carrying water, and humiliating others. The big man and the mistress stood up shamefully.

The big man carrying the water laughed at Tang San mercilessly, and everyone around him was laughing.

Tang San couldn't hear clearly what they were saying. Apart from the roar of laughter, they were all inaudible gibbering.

The big man carrying the water directly scratched the bottom of the bucket with his hands and began to pour water on the mistress.

The scalding hot water went down, but Xiaosan still stood firm.

Tang San didn't know why, but he could feel the burning heat. Normally the skin would be cooked, but Xiao San just didn't want to fall down.

The big man carrying the water paid no attention to the mistress, but began to pour boiling water down section by section from his neck to his ankles.

Still able to feel all the sensations without losing consciousness.

After pouring the bucket of boiling water, the big man carrying the water brought another bucket of boiling water from nowhere. He poured seven buckets of boiling water over and over again before stopping.

After experiencing so much torture, Tang San thought that his endurance should have improved, even just a little, but it turned out that he was overthinking it.

Wails of pain echoed throughout the square.

The more painful Tang San was, the more high-spirited Xiao San became.

This made Tang San feel even more painful.

Just pouring boiling water is obviously not the entire punishment.

The punishment of grooming, washing is the first step, and combing is the real punishment.

A huge iron brush appeared in the hands of the previously undressed man, plowing from Tang San's neck to his ankles like a plow.

An iron brush also appeared in the hands of the man carrying the water. After the man carrying the clothes finished plowing, he moved a little further away and plowed again.

As if his voice was no longer hoarse, Tang San wailed over and over again, each sound more hoarse than the last.

But the onlookers will not be sad or cry when they hear it.

Tang San's body had been irrigated with boiling water and then brushed with iron, and the flesh was already visible.

The two big men didn't know how hard it was, plowing over and over again, changing directions and distances, not sparing every piece of skin and flesh on the surface.

Until finally the bones were revealed.

Tang San didn't die. No matter who he was, he should have died long ago at this level, but Tang San endured the pain of plowing flesh and brushing bones over and over again.

The pain was like a tide, coming in waves, each wave more painful than the last.

But Tang San couldn't die.

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