Jun Xie Chenxin

Deming Jianzhuang is a dark prison, gloomy and humid, opaque all day long, and has a disgusting smell.Those who were imprisoned were some disciples who committed crimes, or some heretical disciples of his sect who were not good for Deming Jianzhuang.

Those people were subjected to various tortures such as whipping, sticks, and water dungeons in this dark prison, and they were tortured inhumanely, so here, death is a kind of relief.

The smell in the dark prison is the smell of corpse blood mixed with moldy carrion. If a normal person enters this dark prison, if he is not mentally prepared, he will definitely spit it out.

I don't know if it's luck or misfortune, but Ahan can't smell this disgusting smell.

A-Han was imprisoned in the innermost layer of the dark prison. His eyes were dimmed, and he was curled up in a corner, his ears filled with screams of pain. The roar gradually became weaker with the sound of whips. In the end, A-Han seemed to be able to hear the whip breaking his flesh. , exposing the muscles and bones, the cracking sound of the whip whipping the muscles and bones.

The sound gradually died down, and the sound of "da da da..." was very regular.

It was blood, the sound of dripping on the slate.

It's so harsh.

This voice formed a huge oppressive force in this dark prison, and no one wanted to be tortured next.

The sound of powerful footsteps approached, and finally stopped at the door of Ahan's cell.

A-Han looked up, and saw a one-eyed strong man holding a candle and staring at him fiercely. Suddenly, the strong man smiled with the corners of his mouth, opened the cell and walked towards A-Han.

Ahan still maintained the movement of curling up with his legs in his arms, "What are you going to do?"

The strong man sneered, his face trembling, "I am the executioner in this dark prison, what do you think I am doing?"

Ahan's face was calm, showing no signs of fear, this reaction stimulated the strong man.

He has been here for so many years, but he has never seen such a lifeless appearance in front of him.

"Looking for death!" The strong man roared, and grabbed A-Han's hand. After struggling a few times, A-Han found it was useless, so he watched helplessly as the strong man grabbed his hand and pointed his palm down directly above the candle flame.

The temperature right above the flames was the highest, but it was a little strange that the strong man remained indifferent when he saw the smoke rising from Ahan's palms and the smell of meat in the air.

He put down the candle, opened the palm of Ahan's palm to have a look, and clicked his lips.

The palm of Ahan's palm turned red, the skin on the surface had been burned long ago, and the meat inside was white, and it would be cooked by roasting for a while...

It must be very painful to be clear, why...why didn't this person respond at all!

The strong man tortured many people, and countless people died under his hands. No one can be as unresponsive as Ahan!madman!It's a madman!

"You fucking scream! Shout out when it hurts! Shout like others!" The strong man said angrily, seeing that A-Han still didn't respond, he was so angry that he kicked A-Han several times without any strength, "Grass! Follow me!" Unresponsive like a dead person! Fucking boring!"

Ahan raised his eyes and looked at the strong man coldly.

Those eyes were extremely cold, and an invisible murderous aura enveloped the entire cell. The strong man stared at those eyes, and he felt frightened. He took half a step back...

Perhaps it was out of a man's self-esteem, even though he was frightened, but the strong man collected himself, twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at A-Han's mocking eyes, drew out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed A-Han in the left eye like crazy.

One knife, one knife, stabbed with blood.

"Let your mother look at me! Let your mother pretend! Shout out! Shout out! Shout out when it hurts!"

The strong man stabbed Ahan's left eye several times, and scratched Ahan's arm. He was probably tired, and he slumped on the ground, panting heavily.

He looked at Ahan covering his eyes with blood streaming down his face, "Hahaha! Hahaha! Cyclops! Hahaha, just like me. Hahaha! How dare you look at me now? How dare you look at me!"

A-Han lowered his head and covered his eyes, blood seeped through his fingers and flowed all over the floor, but he still stubbornly raised his eyes and stared at the strong man.

The strong man's smile disappeared in an instant, and he became furious, "I'll show you the fuck!"

A-Han watched the strong man stabbing himself with a knife without changing his expression. Seeing that the sword was about to pierce his right eye, he was numb and didn't dodge.

"Eh..." The moment the sharp blade approached his right eye, the strong man was frozen, and fell to the ground in a second.

Ahan looked, it was the man in black who caught him back...

"What are you going to do?"

The man in black couldn't speak, entered the cell, pulled the strong man aside, then took out a pack of medicine from his arms, walked up to Ahan, knelt down, and took Ahan's hand.

Ahan watched the man carefully sprinkle the unknown white powder on his palm, he vaguely felt that this man did not come to harm him.

"Why are you helping me?"

The movement of the man in black's hands paused, then he shook his head stupidly.

……

Seeing that the man in black didn't speak, Ahan had no choice but to say, "Thank you...thank you..."

The man in black still shook his head, and after healed the injury on Ahan's palm, he looked up at Ahan. Although the man covered his face, his exposed eyes were very soft, and Ahan could understand the unbearable look in those eyes.

Maybe everything the person in front of me did was a last resort, but he is actually a very kind person.

Ahan thought about it and asked, "What's your name?"

The man in black looked at A-Han's left eye that was still bleeding, took out a pure white handkerchief to clean up the blood on A-Han, applied the medicine, got up and lifted the strong man to close the cell door and left.

Looking at the back of the man in black leaving, Ahan took a deep breath.He didn't understand why this man didn't say a word from the beginning to the end...

The man in black came out of the prison, and a man dressed as an inner disciple of Deming Jianzhuang appeared in front of him.

The man gave the man in black a special look, saw the man in black bowing to him, straightened up, and said slowly, "Shuangjue, the young master told you to go over."

Shuangjue nodded, and in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.

When he arrived at Yin Chu's residence, the hospital building of Yin Chu hadn't changed in any way from when Qi Yang was still in Deming Jianzhuang more than ten years ago. The only thing that changed was that the tree in the courtyard had grown thicker twice.

Standing at the door of the main room, Shuang Jue bowed his hands and bowed to the door.

"Shuangjue, there is something that must be entrusted to you." Yin Chu's voice came from inside.

The sound of footsteps approaching step by step, the door was opened, Yin Chu lowered his eyes and looked at Shuangjue's lying down, and chuckled.

He thought of a brilliant plan.

"Qi Yang is coming, you are good at kung fu, plus Yin Ke, take the captured man to the training ground, hang that man on the pillar, whip him one whip after another, torture Qi Yang, let him Hand over the broken water."

Shuangjue's face darkened, and his body was even lower.

Yin Chu couldn't get used to it, so he pinched Shuangjue's chin to make him look at him, those soft eyes turned into a storm, and the look in those eyes made Yin Chu...

So cool!

"It's hard work for you, the silent guard who has been wandering outside, and you have to do such a tricky job as soon as you come back, oh, yes..." Yin Chu raised his eyebrows, and smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth, "Qi Yang is from Deming Jianzhuang. Traitor, you have to kill him this time, if you can't..."

Speaking of this, Yin Chu turned around, and after laughing twice, his expression was sullen, "If you can't kill him, then don't live!"