It was not just Chang Huaiyuan who looked excited, but also the second master and fifth master of the Chang family.
Chang Baye hurriedly shrank his body and crawled over tremblingly.
"Yao, Yao Dao, as long as you return the souls of your parents to us, Master Ba, I won't let the little bastard stab your crotch with a knife!"
The brain-eating demon Qi Tu saw that he had caught the opponent's weakness, and he sneered and stopped talking.
The attitude of waiting for the price is self-evident.
When it comes to his parents, Chang Huaiqing, the fifth master of the Chang family, is obviously impatient:
He picked up the brain-eating demon Qitu from the pile of zombies, and then slammed it into the ground like a wooden stake.
One of Lao Mo's legs had been trampled to pieces, and it suddenly broke completely with a click - a powdery fracture.
"Yao Dao, if you don't speak up, believe it or not, a certain family will immediately skin you, crush your bones and spread your ashes!"
The more nervous the Chang brothers became, the more Brain-Eating Demon Qitu knew he had made the right bet.
Of course, we can't just talk about the soul so easily.
This is his only life-saving trump card at the moment.
When the whereabouts of his soul are revealed, it is also the day of his death.
"Hehehe, I can let the poor man tell me the whereabouts of those two beasts, but he has to let me go first!"
"I'll wait until I get to a place I think is safe, and then I'll use my secret technique to inform you!"
"Fuck you, uncle, who are you calling a beast?" Chen Daji and Xin Lianshan, the two major scourges, became furious upon hearing this.
"Isn't the beating enough?!"
One flew up and kicked Qitu hard in the crotch, and the other punched him in the waist.
The old devil immediately screamed and flew out, curling up in pain and lying on the ground like a cooked shrimp.
The two scourges were about to pursue each other, but the Mohist Ma Mingyang reached out to stop them.
"Sir Juzi, wait a minute, your behavior is really beneath your dignity!"
Although Chen Daji was afraid of Ma Mingyang from the bottom of his heart, his enemies couldn't care less about his identity at the moment.
Besides, he never considered himself a person with status...
Just as he was about to open his mouth to retort, he saw the "thousand-year old man" sneer at the brain-eating demon Qi Tu, and then slowly took out a large row of torture instruments in the face of the other party's horrified eyes.
There is a dazzling array of things in the forest, all of them extremely ferocious and stained with blood.
Upon closer inspection, there are as many as a hundred pieces!
Put them all together, it looks like an exhibition hall of all torture instruments in China's history.
What are the top ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty? In front of them, they are like younger brothers...grandsons are not even included!
Even the tortures of the Eighteenth Level of Hell, compared with these instruments of torture, can only be regarded as a massage with a slightly heavier hand...
Not to mention the brain-eating demon Qitu who was about to be tortured, everyone present felt chills running down their spines when they saw these instruments of torture.
A thought came into my mind at the same time: Can these horrible things really be invented by humans?!
Although Mohism values the law, this is too...
Then he looked at Ma Mingyang with a little more...awe.
The most miserable one among all is "Zhang Chao".
At this time, the corpse exorcist was on the verge of tears, and he hated Ma Mingyang in his heart.
You dare to take out such a dangerous thing for your nemesis to play with, and you are not trying to harm your ancestors on purpose!!!
Ma Mingyang didn't know what everyone was thinking, but he still said calmly.
"Sir Juzi, as you are interrogating the prisoner, how can you beat him yourself like a gangster and use these things?"
The brain-eating demon Qi Tu, who was already seriously injured, heard this and immediately fainted with a cry.
The big ghost Xin Lianshan went over and kicked his big waist several times, but when he saw that there was really no reaction at all, he muttered.
"Hey, this old bastard is not just pretending. He was so scared that he fainted."
Seeing that the brain-eating demon Qi Tu was so afraid of Ma Mingyang's works, the Chang family brothers immediately felt relieved.
As long as he is interrogated slowly with these instruments of torture, there is no need to worry about him not telling the whereabouts of his parents.
Chang Huaiyuan and his brothers solemnly clasped their fists toward Ma Mingyang.
"Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your help!"
Ma Mingyang returned the courtesy politely: "Mr. Long, you're welcome!"
Chen Daji was inexplicably flustered, and even had a bad premonition.
"Well, Uncle Ma, let me ask you something."
"What do you study these scary things for?"
Ma Mingyang smiled lightly.
"Reporting to Lord Juzi, didn't Ma previously say that his followers have ancient traditions? These are all used to punish those stubborn disciples."
When Chen Daji heard this, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and uttered two words: "Fuck!!!"
After a long time, he asked with a sad face.
"Ma, Uncle Ma, are you sure that not all of your apprentices are dead? Are there any who can leave the apprenticeship alive?!"
Ma Mingyang was a little embarrassed when asked.
"Master Juzi, didn't I tell you that two people ran away cleverly..."
After listening to this, Chen Daji's eyes turned wildly, and then he got up, took off his bowed legs and disappeared into the dark night. M.
The author guarantees that you readers have never seen Prime Minister Turtle running so fast!