Yuqiongyin

The dungeon was dark and damp, with a pungent stench of decay and blood mixed together, so thick that it seemed like a materialized haze, covering every inch of the space.

Number 20 was slumped in the corner, covered in bruises and tattered clothes. Blood mixed with sweat flowed out of his wounds, soaking a large area of ​​the ground.

The torches crackled on the walls, and the light and shadows swayed, reflecting Feng Chenning's indifferent face, like a vengeful Shura stepping out of the abyss of hell.

She was dressed in a black outfit, the slim cut of which perfectly outlined her slender yet agile figure. The corners of her clothes moved without wind, as if she was enveloped by the cold and murderous aura emanating from her body.

Her black hair was tied up high, with a few strands of hair falling on her cheeks, sticking wetly to them, making her eyes look even more like exploding cold stars, emitting endless ferocity.

At this moment, her eyes were so deep that they were bottomless, reflecting the dancing flames, without any warmth.

Feng Chenning let go of Rong Yunqiu's hand and walked towards the torture rack.

In addition to the common iron chains and branding irons, there are also several special instruments on the torture rack: an iron hook shaped like an eagle's beak, with a sharp curved hook flashing with cold light; a leather whip covered with barbs, the tip of the whip looks like a nimble poisonous snake in the darkness.

Feng Chenning walked over and gently brushed the torture instruments with his fingers, making a harsh scraping sound, causing No. 20 to look back in horror.

She picked up the iron hook, weighed it in her hand for a few times, and suddenly threw it hard at the wooden pillar next to her. With a "whoosh!", the iron hook was deeply embedded in the pillar, and wood chips flew everywhere. The accuracy and force made No. 20 gasp.

"This hook was originally used to hook out the traitor's internal organs, so that his internal organs can be exposed to the light. Do you want to try it?"

Feng Chenning spoke softly, her tone was calm but every word was like thunder. Number 20's face turned pale instantly, her body convulsed uncontrollably, and she shook her head desperately.

Putting down the iron hook, Feng Chenning walked towards No. 20. The soles of his boots collided with the wet ground, making a dull sound, just like the beat of a death drum, hitting No. 20's heart again and again.

She walked to No. 20, looked down at him, leaned forward slightly, and grabbed his collar with her slender fingers like steel hooks. She lifted him up with force and pulled him off the ground.

"Do you remember what I said when you first came to the Holy Land?" Her voice was hoarse and cold, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

Number 20's face was as pale as paper, his body was trembling, and his legs were as soft as noodles. If Feng Chenning hadn't grabbed his collar, he would have collapsed to the ground.

His lips trembled as he begged for mercy: "Girl... spare my life. I was blinded by greed. Please have mercy on me."

Feng Chenning heard this, and the corners of his mouth turned up, and a smile appeared on his face, like a demon showing its fangs in the dark night: "Spare my life? When you poisoned me, did you ever think of sparing my life?"

After saying that, she suddenly exerted force with her arms and threw the betrayer against the wall.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, No. 20 hit the stone wall of the dungeon heavily. Stones fell to the ground, and he howled in pain, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Chenning pretended not to hear it. He took a few steps forward, stepped on his chest, and rolled it with the tip of his shoe. He sneered, "Tell me, who is the mastermind behind this? If you dare to hide even a word, I will crush your bones into pieces today!"

Number 20 was breathing heavily, his eyes were evasive and he stammered, "I... I don't know..."

Seeing this, Feng Chenning's eyes flashed with a cold light, and Feng Li spread out his right hand and handed the chain to Feng Chenning.

She paced slowly. In the light of the fire, the dark red rust on the pliers looked like dried blood, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

"Since you won't tell me, how about you taste this chain?" Feng Chenning's tone was calm, but it sounded like a death sentence.

After she finished speaking, she gripped the chain tightly and swung it with her right hand. The chain whistled and hit No. 20, tearing his skin and flesh in an instant.

Blood splattered everywhere, splashing on Feng Chenning's face and clothes. She seemed not to notice, and her hands kept moving, again and again. Every time she whipped, she asked in a calm voice: "Who is it?"

Number 20 was shaking violently all over, sweating profusely, and biting his lower lip until it bled, but he refused to even scream for mercy.

Seeing this, Feng Chenning curled up a faint smile and suddenly increased the strength in his hands.

The sound of the chains whipping and the miserable screams of No. 20 echoed in the dungeon like a sad song.

"I... I said, someone in the underworld bought your information, and I couldn't help but reveal it. Girl, I was wrong. Please stop!"

Number 20 finally broke down and screamed in tears.

Feng Chenning got the answer and stopped moving his hands abruptly. The chain fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She threw the chain hard at No. 20, stood up, and slightly raised her head. It was unknown what she was thinking. Her face was covered in blood, but she didn't care at all.

After a moment of silence, Feng Chenning suddenly kicked No. 20 in the abdomen. He screamed and curled up into a ball.

"That's all? I've explained it clearly."

Number 20 covered her stomach, her face pale with pain. Seeing Feng Chenning's murderous intent, she dared not hide it anymore and cried out:

"And... there is a mysterious organization behind this. Every contact is extremely secretive. I have only seen a few people wearing strange masks, so I really don't know their specific identities! Please spare my life, girl!"

After confirming the tattoo on the gray-robed man, Feng Chenning looked deep and fell into deep thought. It seemed that after being calm for so long, he was still discovered.

She turned to look at No. 20, her gaze materializing like an icicle: "I'll trust you this time. If you dare to tip me off again, I'll make sure you live and die."

Number 20 nodded repeatedly, and promised like a chick pecking at rice that he would never do it again.

Feng Chenning then took away the chains and called the guards: "Take him away and keep him in solitary confinement. Don't let him die. He may be of great use to you."

After saying this, she turned around and strode out of the dungeon with a resolute look on her back.

Just as she was about to leave, No. 20 suddenly became determined and shouted at the top of his lungs: "How powerful do you think you are? I know all the secrets of your life! Why do you treat me like this?!"