"Not long ago, this guy used the information he had to kill a companion on the ship.
Later, he tried to kill us and reap the benefits, but in the end he failed."
Tang Zhen gave a brief introduction without adding any exaggeration. The strong monk indeed had ulterior motives.
"I see, I know."
Following Tang Zhen's instructions, the old man looked at the strong monk and narrowed his eyes slightly.
When he got on the boat just now, the old man had already seen the strong monk. After all, Tang Zhen did not hide it deliberately.
When he found that his strong hands and feet had been cut off and his neck was wrapped in chains, the old man was filled with shock and uncertainty.
It’s not that you can’t see such a scene, but you must know that in the world of spiritual practice, there are no truly good people at all.
Mainly, I still don't understand why this guy wasn't killed, but had his hands and feet cut off and imprisoned.
Although he is still alive, life is really worse than death.
Now I finally understand that this guy is so important, no wonder Tang Zhen spared his life.
I believe that no matter who it is, they will never kill him easily, but will ask all the secrets.
"Please rest assured, I will definitely take care of this!"
As soon as he joined, he was entrusted with important tasks by Tang Zhen, so the old man naturally had to perform well.
Perhaps this task is their certificate of nomination, and there must be no mistakes.
After all, he is not alone, but with a group of disciples, and all his wealth and life are controlled by Tang Zhen.
If they want to resist and escape, his disciples may not be the opponents of Tang Zhen and other monks, otherwise they wouldn't have been half injured just now.
Besides, win-win cooperation is far better than fighting alone, and the probability of success will be higher.
As for why he interrogated the prisoners, Tang Zhen did not explain, but the old man had some guesses in his mind.
It was obviously his rich experience reserve that gained Tang Zhen's attention and recognition. He believed that by interrogating the strong monk, he could accurately judge whether the other party's confession was true or false.
If you are not experienced enough, you will definitely not be qualified for this task, and you will probably be deceived by a strong monk, which will lead to serious losses.
As for being responsible for interrogating yourself, there is no need to worry about whether secrets will be leaked.
When he was interrogating, the monks on the ship could hear it. Tang Zhen obviously had no intention of hiding it.
While other monks were cleaning the battlefield and guarding against the appearance of underwater monsters, the old man had already arrived in front of the strong monk.
He stretched out his hand and pulled it gently, tearing off the rag that blocked his mouth. However, the strong monk spit out a ball of saliva.
"Old guy, if you want to torture information from me, you'd better go back and drink milk for a few more years!"
The strong monk had an iron chain tied around his neck and leaned on the side of the flat-bottomed boat. He looked at Tang Zhen with a sneer.
Obviously until now, he still has not given in, or is unwilling to do so.
He obviously had a huge advantage, but he accidentally ran into Tang Zhen, and ended up like this.
The hatred piled in my heart cannot be described in words.
Tang Gen stood not far away, always expressionless, quietly acting as a bystander.
He would not participate in the interrogation, otherwise the effect would be counterproductive, which was one of the reasons why he asked the old man to do it for him.
If a monk is determined, he can really not be afraid of death and cannot threaten him with this method at all.
The old man remained silent, looking at the strong monk silently, and suddenly showed a smile.
"I'm going to prepare some tools. It won't take long before you stop being so harsh."
When monks enter the world of purple light, they cannot fly or use storage equipment, and their belongings will disappear.
His cultivation is limited, he is less like a monk and more like a warrior.
It is for this reason that the monks were trapped in a small flat-bottomed wooden boat and were helpless when facing the sea monster.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, he was already busy.
He wielded a bronze oar, chopped off a piece of the flat-bottomed wooden boat, and then split it into wooden sticks more than a foot long.
With a slight cut on the bronze oar, the originally hard wooden sticks turned into wooden needles.
After making thirteen wooden needles in succession, the old man rubbed them with his hands and inserted the wooden needles into the sea water below.
It can be seen with the naked eye that after the wooden needles are contaminated with sea water, they immediately turn into a dark green color, as if they have been quenched with poison.
He took it out, looked at it, and smelled it with his nose. The old man nodded with satisfaction.
I saw him holding a wooden needle, looking at the strong monk up and down, and said softly without looking back: "Before I became a monk, I was a minor official in the mortal world who managed books. What I like to do most on weekdays is,
Just read all kinds of ancient books.
It was this idle position that no one cared about that gave me the opportunity to step into the path of spiritual practice and obtain the longevity and freedom that even emperors could not dream of.
In the process of reading books, I deliberately recorded many unscrupulous methods out of curiosity.
Although these methods are strange and unusual, they are only effective on mortals. If used on monks, they will not be of much use at all.
But now that we are in the world of purple light, the monks have turned into flesh and blood again, and the methods I mastered in the past finally have a chance to be put to use."
When the old man said this, he held four wooden needles in each hand and pierced the strong monk's body like lightning.
The speed was so fast and urgent that the wooden needle that was more than a foot long was only less than an inch in length.
The strong monk's eyes widened and he wanted to move to avoid it, but his broken body was completely numb.
The old man continued to hold the needle and stabbed the strong monk's head and back. In an instant, all thirteen wooden needles were inserted.
Ignoring the sturdy monk with wide eyes but unable to make a sound, the old man smiled and said to Tang Zhen: "My set of acupuncture techniques is called the Thirteen Acupuncture Techniques of Chasing Souls and Seizing Life. It sounds very bluffing, but the effect is indeed very good."
Quite extraordinary.
It is said that this was a secret method used in the interrogation of felons in the sky jails in those days. Once it was used, even tough men would confess obediently.
Of course, the opponent uses a special talisman needle, which must be soaked in special poison, and must be paired with a cursed soul-chasing bell.
The conditions here are simple, so I used local materials, using wooden needles instead of talisman needles, and sea water instead of poison.
Although it seems simple, the actual effect may actually be better."
Tang Zhen stood nearby and nodded lightly when he heard the words.
The material of the wooden boat is indeed special, and it must not be ordinary wood, otherwise it would not be able to float on the ocean.
As for this weird sea water, it must be highly poisonous.
If you try to swallow seawater to satisfy your hunger after running out of food, you will definitely end up being poisoned to death.
Since there are restrictions on food, it cannot be easily cracked. Even eating corpses is more reliable than drinking sea water.
The old man was very interested. He looked at the strong monk whose expression had become distorted and his skin had turned purple, with a satisfied expression on his face.
"Since it has taken effect, I will ask now to see if he is satisfied with this punishment?"
He reached out and grabbed the wooden needle at his throat, pulled it out gently, and then heard the strong monk roar like a beast.
It was a sound made only when the pain was extreme, and it made people shudder.
"So, have you made up your mind that you don't want to answer my question?"
The strong monk could not speak normally at all, but instead squeezed out a voice from his throat, filled with overwhelming hatred that seemed to be substantial.
"If I get a chance, you, an old dog like you, will be unable to survive or die!"
Faced with this threat, the old man just smiled softly.
He has been struggling in the spiritual world and has never seen any kind of battle. No matter how fierce the verbal threats are, they are not as effective as direct action.
Moreover, now that he is interrogating him, the strong monk will not have any chance of revenge. Even if Tang Zhen doesn't agree, he will find a way to kill this guy.
"It seems it's still not the right time, so you can experience it for a while longer. After all, this is just the beginning."
As the old man spoke, he reached out, grabbed the green wooden needle, and stabbed it back hard.
The strong monk's eyes bulged, but in the blink of an eye, they had turned blood red.