A bonfire was burning in the middle, and the originally dim and dark room was illuminated as bright as day.
A man whose body was covered in blood, even his face was covered by the blood, and his true appearance could not be seen clearly. His bones were penetrated by the lute, and two iron hooks with cold light pierced his body and hung him on the roof beam.
The burning flame was right below the young man.
Blood, sweat, and blood were mixed together and dripped continuously from the young man's body. Before they actually fell to the ground, they were instantly vaporized by the high temperature generated by the burning flames below, turning into scarlet water vapor that filled the surroundings of the young man.
"It's great, it's so great to ride a horse!"
"The bonfire below seems a bit weak. Add more firewood to make the fire burn brighter."
"In addition, just two iron hooks locking my lute bones are obviously not strong enough. I need to add a few more!"
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The extreme pain caused the young man's face to be completely distorted and completely deformed.
In this situation, not only did he not show any intention of surrender, but he laughed ferociously and continued to provoke several people from the God of War Palace in the room.
"Fan Datong, who has been guarding this prison for countless years, I, Mr. Huang, have seen many tough people like you."
"In my impression, at least 80% of those people did not survive the endless torture every day, but finally chose to surrender. As for the remaining 20%, there must have been more than 30% of the grass on their graves.
A foot high."
"Don't cooperate with us? Don't want to tell us the location of your Black Narcissus Mountain? It doesn't matter. I happen to be very busy recently. I have a lot of time and can play with you slowly."
"Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, it doesn't matter how long it is. Anyway, I can afford to wait. It just depends on whether you have the ability to survive such a long time!"
The speaker was a burly man with no upper body and a thick mass of chest hair on his chest.
This man's name is Huang Dong, and he is one of several deacons in this prison.
While speaking, he picked up the whip that had been soaked in salt water for a long time, and struck the young man Fan Datong hard one after another.
The whip in his hand, which was specially used for punishment, was obviously specially made. The ferocious barbs on the tip of the whip would pick up pieces of flesh and blood every time it fell on Fan Datong's body.
"Yes, that's it!"
"From this endless pain, I seem to feel the true meaning of despair."
"Almost, just a little bit close. I'm about to complete my sublimation. Huang, haven't you eaten? Use the whip in your hand a little harder, a little harder!"
"Can you do it? If this is your limit, I suggest you let the subordinates around you take action together!"
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The whip of punishment had hit Fan Datong in many places, leaving bones exposed.
Fan Datong not only didn't take it seriously, but also looked excited and laughed like a lunatic.
"You tell me I can't do it? Do you want me to be more powerful?"
"I'm telling you, kid, I was worried about beating you to death. I just used six points of strength."
"Since you think the whip is not strong enough, fine, I'll make it happen for you!"
After a few words, the deacon Huang Dong was all black-faced.
As a pure man, I hate being told that I am not good enough.
Especially now, when the person who doubts his own strength is Fan Datong who is hung on the beam and beaten by him, that is something that his uncle can endure, but his aunt cannot.
Huang Dong, who was filled with anger, could no longer care too much. The punishment whip was in his hand, making a rustling sound.
This kind of momentum is at least twice as strong as before.
As for the real power contained in the whip, most people have no say. Only Fan Datong has the most real experience.
Fan Datong did not continue to smile provocatively as his flesh and blood was drawn out. However, if you look closely, you can see that his face was covered in blood, and there seemed to be a hint of enjoyment in his twisted face.
With such an expression on his face, it was natural that he could not escape Huang Dong's eyes and ears.
His whole body was filled with smoke. Looking at Fan Datong's appearance, Huang Dong was not angry at all.
Originally, Huang Dong was worried about whipping him to death, but he still had some strength left when he pulled out the whip.
But now, after being extremely angry, he is really going all out.
I don't know how long I had been beating Fan Datong. When he was out of breath and feeling a little tired, an extremely obscure Taoist rhyme wave spread out to the surroundings with Fan Datong as the center.
"After receiving so many whips from me, that bitch actually still has some understanding and his realm has been sublimated..."
Throwing away the whip in his hand, Huang Dong was so angry that he just wanted to scold his mother.
I really can't live this day.
He was carrying the punishment whip and whipping people until they were a little tired. After receiving so many severe beatings from him, Fan Datong seemed to really enjoy it and got some benefits.
Looking at the wave of Tao Yun spreading around Fan Datong as the center, that is, all his powers have been completely banned. Otherwise, it is not impossible for his strength level to be directly improved. It will definitely not be like now, just
It's so easy to improve your mood.
Faced with this situation, what else can Huang Dong do?
You still want to ask something from Fan Datong. Surely you can't really kill him directly and continue to whip him?
Thinking of the scene that just happened in front of him, Huang Dong even thought about eating the whip, but he still had the thought to continue to lift the whip...
"How about it, Butler Huang? Is Fan Datong still unwilling to do anything?" A gentle voice suddenly reached Huang Dong's ears at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, Li Xuanxiao stepped into the cage without haste.
The wave of power that spread from Fan Datong's body has still not completely dissipated.
After looking at Huang Dong and others who looked unhappy, and then at Fan Datong who was hanging on the beam and laughing strangely all the time, Li Xuanchang already had a rough guess in his mind about what happened in the prison.
"Palace Master, this guy is a little weird, very evil..." Seeing Li Xuanchang, Huang Dong and others hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
When the matter about Fan Datong was mentioned, he lowered his head and hesitated, not knowing how to respond.
"These guys under the Blackwater Patriarch's sect are difficult to describe using common sense."
"It's normal that you can't handle it and can't get anything out of him."
"It's okay. You guys can go out first. Just leave the things here to me!"
With a pleasant look on his face, he nodded towards Huang Dong and others. Li Xuanqian smiled, waved his hand and gave instructions.