In the cold dungeon, the young man looked at the almost dying boy expressionlessly.
The young man smiled coldly: "You won't tell me until you die, right?"
The boy looked at him coldly and said nothing.
The young man's expression remained unchanged: "But do you believe it? I have a thousand ways to make you worse than death to get you to speak."
The man in gray robe on the side frowned slightly: "Young Master, I see that he has a big scar on his throat. It should be from being mutilated. He is a mute slave."
Mute slave, the young man was startled. He had heard of this kind of punishment. At that time, he also lamented how could such a cruel master turn a slave into a living mute in order to prevent his information from being spread. He did not expect that anyone would actually do this.
The young man pursed his lips, looked at the mute slave with a cold expression, and said coldly: "Even if he can't speak, I will let him speak."
"Come here," the young man said, looking at the stubborn boy coldly: "Drag him down, castrate him first, then catch a few mice that live in the dark, put them into his pants, and cut all the holes in his pants.
Seal it well. Those rats scurrying around in the dark will dig into holes whenever they see them. I want to see how long he can survive. Even if he can't speak, I have to write it out."
After hearing what he said, the boy's face turned pale little by little. In the end, his body was trembling a little, but he still bit his lower lip and remained silent.
The young man's eyes were cold: "Hurry up and delay. I want the answer and will only give him one chance. If he still doesn't want to say it, just do as I say." With a cruel smile on his lips, the young man suddenly approached the boy's ear and said,
A devil-like voice came: "Since you have been punished once, I believe you will not be afraid anymore. Do you still remember the feeling of being picked alive to have your meridians removed? You must be mentally prepared, you will be tortured later.
It's much more uncomfortable than that." His voice was gentle and even smiling, but -
There was a hint of humiliation and wavering in the boy's eyes, and dense beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He would rather die than suffer such torture.
As expected, this man is a cold-blooded and ruthless Satan, a devil, and the most feared person in the world. In other words, he is a devil.
He never thought that the cost of doing this would be so high, but for his master, everything was worth it.
The young man stood there coldly, watching quietly as the boy was pulled into the darkness step by step, his eyes silent and devoid of any emotion.
Finally, the boy finally struggled and turned his head to look at him, looking at the young man sadly. He was still fiddling with something in his hand.
He couldn't make a sound and could only make movements to attract attention.
The white fluffy thing that had been silent in the darkness suddenly said: "Wait a minute, he has something to say, prepare pen and paper."
The young man waved his hand, and those people let him go. The young man ordered: "Bring paper and pen."
After watching him take the paper and pen, he lay on the ground and wrote. The young man looked down at him coldly and warned: "I don't have the patience to play with you. If there is anything fake, you know what price you have to pay."
The boy pursed his lips, neither shaking his head nor nodding.
After he had finished writing, before everyone could react, the young man took the blank paper and coldly ordered: "Keep an eye on him and deal with it when I come back."
"Yes, young master."
"Young Master, don't you think it's strange?" asked the man in gray robe following the young man.
"What's weird?" He was so anxious now that he had no choice but to wait any longer. Every time his child suffered, it hurt him a thousand times a hundred times. He couldn't bear it. Someone dared to hurt his child. Wait until he is cured.
She will never forgive the person who hurt her.
He will make him repay it a thousand times a hundred times.
The man in gray robe paused, and still said in a clear voice: "Young Master, I think this matter is suspicious. I want to torture a person into a mute slave. I don't want this person to reveal any information, so why do I let him learn calligraphy?
Woolen cloth?"
The young man stopped, lowered his head and chuckled a few times. The laughter was particularly ghostly and enchanting in the night. The young man smiled flawlessly. After a long time, he said: "Lian, do you really think I can't see anything?" The young man turned around.
Turning around, she looked at him seriously with her strange purple eyes: "For Yi Jun, even if I know it is a trap, even if what is waiting for me is mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will do it. Even if I go to hell, I will not do it.
Anything will happen to Yijun!"
The young man's face was cold and indifferent, with the beauty and determination of moonlight, and his eyes were full of coldness and evil.
The man in gray robe looked at him, his sapphire blue eyes somewhat indescribably complicated.
"They thought that I, An Jin, was so easy to defeat, so they underestimated me, An Jin. Lian, they all said that Mr. Jin was a devil, and I think they were right. It would hurt Jun Jin, it would hurt any of you."
Just by myself, I can turn this world into hell."
"Young Master..." Lian hesitated to speak. He has changed. Since losing his memory four years ago, he has changed. He has become stronger and more feared. But why, he feels sorry for him, even more
I have followed him willingly for the rest of my life.
The young man stood quietly for a long time, sighed slightly, and said: "Send a letter to Qing Ci, Ge Kong, and Xiao Qi. Yijun's illness cannot be delayed. If Qing Ci is here, it can last for a while." The young man turned his back to
Lian couldn't see his expression, so the young man said casually: "If anything happens to me, take good care of Yijun and Jin Guo for me."
"Little Lord--"
Before Lian could react, the young man in white had already left gracefully.
Behind him, a white animal-like figure followed.
Lian was stunned for a moment. His heart trembled, and he had a bad premonition. He should hurry up and get them ready. Maybe the real war was about to begin.
"Mom, will I die?"
"Baby, how could this happen? As long as mom is here, nothing will happen to you."
The little girl said lightly: "I know, I have always known."
"Actually," she suddenly laughed, "I know my mother has already remembered a lot, but since she doesn't want to say it, I won't ask. Yijun just wants to become stronger, and protect her mother well in the future, and never let you do it again.
Suffer any harm. My old teacher and father told me that you have suffered a lot in the past and told me to be sensible and listen to you. I will always remember it. Mom, the scars on your body will appear one by one when Yijun grows up.
I will get it back for you."
"Silly boy," the young man in a white robe with a forlorn expression showed countless tenderness between his brows: "It's your mother's fault. You are still so young. You should spend a simple childhood like other children. It's your mother's fault.
you."
The little girl suddenly had pain on her face and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, but she still managed to smile and said to the boy: "Mom, don't worry, I'm not afraid at all. Yijun is not afraid of death at all. If there is a next life, Yijun will still be there."
I want to be your daughter." After saying that, he passed out.
The young man caressed the girl who fainted from the pain, clenched his fists tightly, and said almost word for word: "I will make the person who hurt you suffer the worst punishment than death in front of you. Believe me, mother."
Not even a four-year-old child was spared. Unforgivable!
Looking at the sleeping man who was still moaning in pain, the young man's eyes were red, filled with hatred.
Witchcraft in the southwest, head down.
It was actually cast on a child. And it was the most powerful witchcraft.