Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

"呲呲呲!"

It’s the sound of a needle penetrating flesh…

Huo Xiu inserted the sharp silver needles into the gaps between Li Wudao's nails while explaining to the onlookers, "When these fifty silver needles are inserted, even a diamond made of copper or an Arhat made of iron will have to cry for father and mother." !”

Jailer A: "Huo Tou is awesome! This technique is amazing!"

Jailer B: "That's right, Huo Tou's craftsmanship is passed down from generation to generation. A big mule or a big horse will scream after being hit twice!"

Jailer C: "Huo Tou, you can't hide your secrets. Use more tricks to open your brothers' eyes..."

Night Owl: "..."

The fifty silver needles were all inserted in an instant. Listening to the praise from everyone, Huo Xiu looked proud and covered his ears in an instant.

There was nothing I could do, the screams were too sharp.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Ten breaths passed, and there was silence in the dungeon.

"Did you cover your ears too tightly?" Huo Xiu was secretly suspicious. He loosened his hands slightly, but there was indeed no sound.

The guy didn't even make a sound, but his face was full of intoxication, "As expected of this ancestral craft, it's so exciting..."

A contemptuous voice came from Li Wudao's mouth.

For a person who has experienced being blown to pieces by thunder three times, and who was repeatedly tortured by the power of lightning during the recovery period, this kind of pain is indeed child's play.

Seeing the other party's performance, the jailer who was full of compliments just now looked at the prison head with doubts in his eyes, waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.

Huo Xiu also looked confused. He was a professional. A quick glance showed that the other party was not insisting on force, but did not take this level of pain seriously.

This is outrageous!

There are not a few people who can survive the first stage, but the one who is so calm is definitely the only one.

What has this mortal experienced?

"Very good!" Huo Xiu gritted his teeth. The sharp one is just the beginning. Let you try the bladed one again!

Without explaining to the onlookers, he quickly picked up a sharp knife.

Li Wudao glanced sideways. It was a bit like the current scalpel. Well, it was very sharp, because the other party had already started to operate.

The tough net bag tightly wrapped Li Wudao, and the flesh squeezed out along the holes, forming small semi-circular meat balls.

"Shhhhh!"

The knife in Huo Xiu's hand was flying like a butterfly, cutting off the meat ball accurately, and at the same time, he put pieces of plaster on it.

The plaster is secretly made, and the main ingredients are the powder of itchy flower and stinging grass.

It is extremely itchy and can amplify the original pain dozens of times.

Li Wudao's immunity to itching was obviously not as exaggerated as pain.

After applying the dog skin plaster for a few times, he suddenly felt unbearable itching all over his body. He twisted his whole body, but the more he moved, the more itchy he became. The more itchy he became, the more he wanted to move. He entered an endless cycle...

"Shout it out, you'll get internal injuries if you hold it in."

Huo Xiu was very satisfied with the boy's current condition and reminded him kindly.

"Pooh!"

What answered him was a mouthful of thick phlegm that "Uncle Black" had been brewing for a long time!

It is a rule not to expose someone's shortcomings when you scold them, and don't slap them in the face when you hit them.

Now it is no longer a matter of being slapped in the face, but of being shot directly into the face, which no one else can bear!

Huo Xiu immediately hit the beam door with blood, drew out his sword, and was about to cut into pieces the body of Immortal Li.

The eyes of the onlookers were all bright. A jailer who didn't want to be the head of the jail was not a good jailer. Huo Xiu had occupied this position for ten years, which greatly hindered their upward path.

If you don’t confuse me now, wait until later.

The hall master had said not to kill him, but whenever Huo Xiu acted impulsively, their chance would come.

"Hack him!"

"Hack him!"

Huo Xiu's eyes were red, and with so many people watching, it just couldn't be justified because he didn't want to lose face.

Seeing that the butcher's knife was about to fall on Li Wudao, a kind man grabbed Huo Xiu's arm.

It was the Night Owl who had been silent all this time.

"You know the temper of the hall master..."

With one word, Huo Xiu's brain, which was almost on fire, instantly cooled down.

He glanced at Ye Xiao gratefully and put away his sword bitterly.

"There's no rush at this moment. Boss, you go over there and have a drink first to calm down. Let me interrogate this kid..."

Huo Xiu understood Ye Xiao's good intentions and would pay more attention to this newcomer in the future. He patted him on the shoulder and left with a heavy breath.

Seeing that there was no good show, the other jailers felt bored and secretly scolded the night owl for meddling in his own business, and left one by one in despair.

In the entire Dizi No. 1, only Ye Xiao and Li Wudao, who looked unhappy, were left.

Li Wudao deliberately provoked the other party so that he could escape through death. Seeing that the plan was about to succeed, it was strange that Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway and gave Ye Xiao a good look.

Ye Xiao obviously did not have this awareness, so he actually leaned into Li Wudao's ear and said something incomprehensible in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "A cloud-piercing arrow!"

"Thousands of troops are coming to meet you?" The line was so familiar that Li Wudao answered it instinctively.

Ye Xiao's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the people sent by the empire were no wonder so tough, but their temper was also a bit reckless!

"Brother, what's the purpose of coming here?"

"Soul-Destroying Sect!" Li Wudao answered all questions.

"Is there any support??"

"You need Mao's support?? I am enough!"

Night Owl is in a mess...

Mr. Wenren is so thoughtful, how could he arrange for such a reckless man to come, but the other party happened to match the code again, making him unsure.

"How are you, Mr. Wenren?"

Since you can't figure it out, keep trying.

Li Wudao was also confused by this buddy. He only knew two people with the surname Wenren, and only one could be called an adult. "You said Wenren Zhengyang?"

Hearing the words "Wenren Zhengyang", Ye Xiao was completely sure that this person was indeed one of his own, "Yes!"

"It's very good. He even invited me to drink a few days ago."

Immortal Li was a little smart, and he immediately realized that this kid looked so mysterious, could he be an undercover agent sent by Wenren Zhengyang?

Is it so coincidental?

"Did the Lord send you here?"

"No, it's strange that he dared to send me. I came secretly myself."

"..."

"With such a loud tone, could it be the yamen of some prince in the imperial capital?" Ye Xiao secretly made a calculation in his mind and gave what he thought was the most reasonable explanation.

So the question is, should we rescue this guy?

There was no problem in rescuing people, but after finally sneaking into the Soul Sect and being exposed like this, he was unwilling to do so.

Just when he was in a dilemma, "Ya Nei" spoke up, "Are you sent by Wenren Zhengyang?"

Ye Xiao looked around and then said cautiously: "Exactly, when your lord was searching Hu's mansion, he found a booklet from King Hu Yan's room, which recorded his transaction with the Soul Sect, and he sent me here to make a detailed report. ."

"Why haven't I seen you around Wenren Zhengyang?" Li Wudao thought of Zuodao and Canjian, who had been guarding Wenren Zhengyang. As for this person, he had no impression at all.

Ye Xiao pointed upward, "Sir Wen Ren wrote to the Imperial Capital, and I was sent from above!"

"I see." Li Wudao probably understood that this Ye Xiao was not Wenren Zhengyang's personal guard, and said with a serious face: "Let's go, it's quite dangerous here!"