Mei Ji stepped forward, stretched out a hand, and pointed her index finger on the forehead of a warrior.
This guy had an ugly Tsukiyo shaved head. At this time, his hair was disheveled and he was covered in dirt, looking like a madman.
Yui and the others looked at this scene strangely, wondering what Miki was doing.
Mei Ji was infected, and the chakra of her own will invaded the other person's body. Immediately, a strange feeling came to Mei Ji's heart.
This situation is like dyeing, the paint is dripped into the water, and the water gradually turns into the color of the paint.
Therefore, the larger the body, the more pigments required.
This is the progress of the infection.
After years of use, Mei Ji has also summed up a lot of experience and insights.
At this time, no time was wasted on such ordinary progress, and the chakra went straight to the most critical place.
Deep in the soul.
The Heart Jade is being corroded by Mei Ji. Once this progress stops, the efforts will be in vain due to the activities of the mind. Therefore, Mei Ji needs to continue to be infected, and when it reaches a certain point, the infection cannot continue.
Progress is stuck.
A seemingly fragile mind is actually incredibly stubborn.
Meiji put down her hand. Sure enough, this was the result. Even in a coma, the other party was still resisting unconsciously.
leading to infection failure.
So, how to solve this problem.
Of course, it is to break the barrier of the soul and use physical brutal methods.
That is, the soul is broken.
"Wake them up." After saying that, Meiji sat back.
Ryoma and Zhihei stepped forward, found a rusty bucket, opened the faucet and filled in the dirty water, then splashed the four people awake.
After the four people woke up, they started shouting in panic, crying and begging for their lives. Ryoma and Shiguro also looked at Miki in panic.
The scene was chaotic for a while.
Meiji stared at Ryoma and Shiguro.
Ryoma and Shiguro were even more at a loss and tried to knock these people out, but Miki woke them up again.
Looking at Meiji expectantly, waiting for the next order.
"Watch what I do. Use your own brain to think. Everyone has a brain but doesn't use it. Are they just for show?" Mei Ji said.
Hearing this, Zhihei thought for a while, turned around and pulled out a torture instrument.
"Idiot! Shut your mouth first!" Ryoma whispered angrily.
After the little fat man responded, the two of them got busy together.
After blocking the four people's mouths with rags, they looked at Mei Ji.
Meiji said nothing.
Seeing this, the two men picked up the torture tools, their hands shaking.
This was my first time doing this job, and I heard rumors that it was very cruel.
They didn't know how to use many strange torture instruments, and torture was never taught in school.
So I picked up a familiar instrument of torture.
Short whip.
Mei Ji took a look and chose the most astringent among all the perverted torture instruments.
It's so innocent and cute.
But it works fine.
With the short whip in hand, Ryoma and Zhihei looked at each other, looking at the four people who were praying and moaning and shaking their heads.
After hesitating for a moment, the irritable Ryoma roared angrily and said in a broken voice: "Hit me!!!"
It's like emboldening myself.
The two men then crackled and waved their whips, and the four people hanging on the torture rack dodged and squirmed. Their skin was torn, and the whips tore through their clothes, leaving bloody traces.
The actions of the two are not interesting, but they are very hard-working.
Half an hour later, the four people's struggle gradually became weaker.
I no longer have the strength to be beaten.
Ryoma and Shiguro gasped for air.
Does this level of pain count as spiritual collapse? I'm afraid it's far from enough.
But a domesticated whip of this level is enough.
Unless he is a warrior with firm beliefs.
But these warriors are obviously not.
Meiji stepped forward, grabbed the warrior's hair, raised her head, and said to a warrior: "Obey me! You will no longer suffer this kind of pain."
The warrior's eyes trembled.
If you had said such a simple thing earlier, you would have been beaten without even saying a word!
Don’t even ask me for my opinion!!!
Tears burst out.
The warrior's face was filled with tears and runny nose, and he succumbed to the violence, sobbing and nodding slowly up and down.
He gave in!
Seeing this, Mei Ji stretched out her hand and began to infect.
After a while, he put down his hands and sat back.
Failed.
Ryoma, Shiguro and Samurai looked at Miki.
"Keep fighting." Meiji said.
Hearing this, the warrior's eyes widened, no, I have already surrendered! Why are you still beating me!?
But there was no room for him to think anymore.
Without any hesitation, Ryoma and Zhihei, who had gained experience, started whipping each other head-on and face-to-face.
The sound of snapping echoed continuously, accompanied by dull groans of pain.
The four people hanging were covered in blood, dripping down to the ground from their toes.
Without waiting for Miki's instructions, Ryoma fetched water and awakened the warriors.
The warriors managed to open their eyelids and swayed in circles.
It's like a piece of pork hanging in the market, ready to be slaughtered.
"Are you convinced or not?" At this time, Mei Ji asked.
Take it, take it!
All the warriors screamed inwardly, but they no longer had the energy to nod.
Seeing that the warriors were unable to express their opinions, Ryuma stepped forward and tore off the rag that sealed the seal.
There was a smell of blood mixed with mold.
"Sir..." At this time, the warrior cried weakly: "I have already given in. I just ask you to spare me a horse. I will be a cow or a horse, and I will definitely go through fire and water."
It looked like she had been studying for a few years. Meiji stepped forward and stretched out her hand to spread the infection.
After a while, Mei Ji put down her hand and said coldly: "No, you don't accept it."
"???" The samurai looked at Mei Ji.
Why am I not convinced?
I'm already convinced!
Why don’t I feel dissatisfied?
"Big...!" The samurai wanted to say something else, but Ryoma quickly stepped forward and sealed his mouth.
The samurai could only wait for the verdict helplessly with tears in his eyes.
"Lord Chongji." The irritable Ryoma whispered, "If you continue to fight, you may die."
Mei Ji raised her hand, and a group of parasitic bugs flew out from under the cuffs, surrounded the samurai, and began to treat him.
Soon after, the parasites on the warriors died and fell to the ground.
The warriors regained their vigor.
My eyes are no longer black, my flesh is no longer painful, my energy is strong, I can take another beating in one breath, hey, it’s okay!
The warriors shed tears in the execution chamber.
Sobbed and cried.
Why are you asking if you are convinced? This scary guy just wants to beat us, right?
Seeing the miserable appearance of the samurai, Ryoma trembled.
Looking back now, the kick Mei Ji gave him at the clan meeting was simply a sign of mercy.
After this comparison, happiness surged up.
The whip in his hand was swung more vigorously.
After a beating, the four samurai fell unconscious again. Ryoma skillfully stopped, and Shiguro, who was busy at work, saw this and stopped his movements.
At this time, Ryoma fetched water skillfully and woke up the four warriors.
If possible, the warriors would not want to wake up and look at the sitting devil.
"I ask you one last time, seize the opportunity, accept it or not, don't try to deceive me."
Meiji said coldly.
I'm convinced!
The four warriors collapsed, burst into tears, and roared from the bottom of their hearts.
I'm convinced!
Really impressed!
Absolutely convinced!
stop fighting!
Mei Ji stepped forward, stretched out her hand, and then sat back.