Yuqiongyin

It's over, it's all over...

This thought was like wild weeds growing wildly, instantly flooding Lin Feiyu's mind.

I thought that revealing her secret would be a life-saving trump card, but she was totally unmoved. Now I am tortured and covered with bruises, but I can't even die quickly.

Being thrown back into the cell, Lin Feiyu recalled the days of burning, killing and looting. At first, when he followed his superiors to do evil, he felt a little guilty and timid.

But over time, gold, silver and treasures came in droves, desires blinded the mind, and conscience was trampled underfoot.

At that time, I only felt that I was very powerful. No matter how many souls died under my hands, they were all just passing clouds. The word "retribution" was so distant that it seemed like an illusory legend.

Until just now, when he faced Feng Chenning's cold gaze and ruthless methods, retribution really came, and Lin Feiyu realized it and regretted it.

Thinking about poisoning Feng Chenning, he felt extremely regretful.

He was expelled from the holy land at that time, and accidentally learned on the road that someone was inquiring about Feng Chenning's news. When he saw the huge reward, he was blinded by greed, and his mind and eyes were filled with only generous rewards. He thought the task was easy, just sprinkling some powder in Feng Chenning's medicine, and no one would know.

However, he did not expect that this reckless action would push himself into an abyss of no return.

Thinking of Feng Chenning's calm look when she wiped the blood from her hands, as if she was used to doing these things and pinching herself to death was as easy as crushing an ant, he was terrified to the extreme.

She will definitely not let me off easily. I am afraid that my life will be worse than death...

Lin Feiyu caught a glimpse of the blood-stained handkerchief thrown beside him, as if he saw a deadly spell. His stomach churned and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Of course he understood that Feng Chenning spared his life not out of mercy, but to squeeze out all the value from him. The unknown punishments and endless interrogations made his scalp tingle just thinking about it.

But he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the mastermind behind the scenes would get wind of the news and send someone to rescue him;

Or maybe Feng Chenning was soft-hearted and let him go. Even if he had to spend the rest of his life as a prisoner, it would be better than suffering torture now.

However, when he raised his eyes, he met Feng Chenning's cold gaze before he left, and this bit of luck was instantly shattered like a bubble.

There was only endless despair left, as if one was in the dark deep ocean, being mercilessly swallowed by the surging waves, and having lost all hope.

Feng Li watched Feng Chenning leave, then turned his head and glanced at the dying No. 20 in the corner. His eyes were calm and without any emotion, as if what he saw was just a pile of shabby goods, not a living life.

He waved his hand to his subordinates to come forward, whispered a few words of instruction, and made the arrangements flawlessly.

His tone was steady and his voice was low but full of vigor, and it was obvious that he had experienced such situations many times.

Feng Li thought back to those people in the past who had attempted to plot against and betray his own Saint, and which one of them had not ended up in such a miserable way?

Some were thrown into a den of poisonous snakes, screaming in despair until they were eaten away until only bones were left; some were imprisoned in a water dungeon, with water up to their necks, unable to live or die, and finally suffered a mental breakdown...

In comparison, the pain suffered by the twenty men in front of me, who were whipped and chained, was "relatively mild".

The torture did not end there. Feng Li saw that Lin Feiyu was about to faint, so he picked up a bucket of salt water from the side.

"Splash!" The salt splashed on Lin Feiyu's body. The wound was stung by the salt as if it was pierced by millions of needles. He was awakened by the pain again.

"Are you still awake? Then go on and tell me."

Feng Li also learned this method from Feng Chenning.

He knew very well that once the Saint's bottom line was touched, she would use such thundering means without any ambiguity.

When Feng Li first followed the Saint and witnessed her ruthless methods, he felt nervous and a little scared.

But as time went by, after seeing the dangers of troubled times and the unpredictable human hearts, he came to understand that in this cannibalistic world, if the saint was always kind, she would probably not even leave her body behind.

Only by fighting violence with violence and having a heart as hard as iron can we deter the villains and safeguard our own peace.

Thinking of this, Feng Li picked up the branding iron and waved it in front of Lin Feiyu: "That's all? You can't fool me that easily."

Then, the hot iron was pressed on Lin Feiyu's shoulder. The sound of "sizzling" echoed throughout the cell, and the smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air.

Lin Feiyu begged bitterly with tears in his eyes, swearing and swearing on his ancestors for eighteen generations, and vowing that he would not hide anything.

Feng Li nodded. After a lot of tossing and turning, Lin Feiyu was completely unrecognizable, lying on the ground dying.

Only then did he stop, throw the soldering iron back into the charcoal brazier with disgust, and brush off the corners of his clothes, as if he was just dealing with a trivial matter.

"Watch out, don't let him die completely, the Saint is still useful."

The bloody smell in the dungeon had not yet dissipated. Feng Li said this and walked out of the cell leisurely, with his footsteps gradually fading away.

Lin Feiyu's eyes went dark and he fainted completely.

The sunlight poured down, dispelling some of the haze. Feng Li looked up at the sky, silently thinking about how to thoroughly investigate the remnants of the organization behind the scenes and ensure the peace of the Saint's descendants.

He knew in his heart that this kind of "cleaning" work would continue in the future.

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Feng Chenning stepped out of the heavy iron door of the dungeon. The sunlight was like a sharp blade, piercing straight at her, causing her eyes, which had been in darkness for a long time, to subconsciously narrow.

Her black dress had long been soaked with blood, and the dried blood had formed hard scabs on the corners of her clothes and cuffs. The dark color was shockingly mottled in the sunlight.

Her loosely tied hair was now disheveled, with a few strands sticking to her sweaty cheeks, but it could not conceal the fierceness and determination in her eyes that had not yet faded.

The whole person seemed like an evil spirit that had returned from the underworld, exuding an aura that kept strangers away.

In the holy land, there are flowers in full bloom, and the rich fragrance of flowers used to calm people's minds, but at this moment it could not dispel the strong smell of blood on her body.

The servants passing by, catching a glimpse of her appearance, bowed their heads in greeting, not daring to breathe, their bodies trembling slightly.

Feng Chenning seemed unaware of the unusual surroundings. He walked at a leisurely pace, and the soles of his boots made a dull sound on the stone road.

The breeze blew the corners of his clothes, bringing with it a slight smell of blood, which attracted a few butterflies in the distance. They wanted to fly over, but they changed direction halfway and avoided the "blood shadow" far away.

As she walked, she stopped by a quiet lotus pond. The water was as clear as a mirror, the lotus leaves were stacked layer upon layer, and the pink and white lotus flowers were graceful, making it look like a paradise.

She leaned forward slightly and dipped her hands into the water, trying to wash away the remaining blood on her hands.

In an instant, ripples appeared on the calm water surface, and the bright red blood slowly spread in the clear water.

Feng Chenning stared at the blood-red reflection in the water with a deep gaze, as if he was lost in thought.