"You are indeed Bu Wenming!" Ma Xiaoyao nodded, then glanced at Lei Dazhuang: "Dazhuang, what are you waiting for? You haven't taken action yet!"
"Whoosh!" Lei Dazhuang quickly rushed towards Bu Wenming.
Bu Wenming reacted very quickly, reaching out to close the door.
"Bang!"
Lei Dazhuang kicked the door. Bu Wenming, who was closing the door, felt a terrifying force coming from the door. Then he was thrown out by the force... "Bang..." There was a muffled sound.
, it is estimated that Bu Wenming knocked something over.
"Hi!" Lei Dazhuang dodged and rushed into the room.
"Bang bang bang..."
There was a sound of fighting in the room. Needless to say, it must have been a fight between Lei Dazhuang and Bu Wenming.
By the time Ma Xiaoyao walked into the room, the fight was over, and the result... of course was that Lei Dazhuang won. Not even the second-level killer Nicotine was a match for Lei Dazhuang, let alone this seventh-level killer Bu Wenming!
I saw Bu Wenming lying on the ground and groaning, his face had been beaten out of shape, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, there was a footprint on the clothes on his chest, and one shoe was missing... He looked extremely embarrassed.
Lei Dazhuang was already merciful. He only conceded that Wenming was temporarily incapacitated and his life was not in danger.
"Dazhuang, see if there are any dentures in his mouth. If there are any, pull them all out!" Ma Xiaoyao was worried that Bu Wenming would commit suicide, so as soon as he entered the door, he ordered Lei Dazhuang to remove the dentures from Bu Wenming's mouth.
Pull them all out.
Bu Wenming's expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, Lei Dazhuang punched him on the chin, which caused Bu Wenming to burst into tears.
"Kakaka..." Lei Dazhuang opened Bu Wenming's mouth and pulled out all the dentures inside. Then he picked out a lighter denture and threw it on the ground. He pulled a chair and smashed it.
On the dentures, "Pfft!" The dentures shattered and a pool of black water flowed out from inside.
Ma Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes and realized that Bu Wenming really had poison hidden in his mouth. Apparently, all the killers in the temple should have poison in their mouths. This temple is really ruthless in what they do.
"You... who are you... why... why do you want to plot against me..." Bu Wenming said intermittently. At this moment, Bu Wenming was filled with horror, horrified by Lei Dazhuang's skills. Bu Wenming considered himself a master.
But in front of Lei Dazhuang, he only had the chance to be beaten. Lei Dazhuang only used two moves to knock Bu Wenming to the ground, and Yi Wenming instantly lost his ability to resist. This skill is too terrifying, right?
?
When Bu Wenming was training in the temple, he met a first-level killer. At that time, Bu Wenming had a spar with that first-level killer. Of course, Bu Wenming lost, but the first-level killer also used five moves to win.
After defeating him, in comparison, wouldn't it be that the Lei Dazhuang in front of him is much more powerful than the first-level killer in the temple?
Bu Wenming always believed that the first-level killers of the Temple were the most powerful in the world, and no one could defeat them. However, the appearance of Lei Dazhuang completely overturned Bu Wenming's understanding. It turned out that the first-level killers of the Temple were not that powerful.
At this moment, Bu Wenming suddenly remembered a sentence: There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!
In fact, Lei Dazhuang did not use all his strength when fighting Bu Wenming, because Lei Dazhuang was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his strength and beat Bu Wenming to death, so Lei Dazhuang only used 50% of his strength to fight Bu Wenming.
Even so, Bu Wenming didn't even take two of Lei Dazhuang's moves. If Bu Wenming knew that Lei Dazhuang didn't use his full strength, he would probably be even more shocked!
"Pa!" Lei Dazhuang stepped on Bu Wenming hard and cursed: "Who plotted against you? I fought you openly, but it was because of your incompetence that I knocked you to the ground!"
"Ah..." Bu Wenming screamed, and he felt as if the bones in his back were about to crack.
Ma Xiaoyao closed the door with his backhand, then pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Bu Wenming quietly: "Your name is Bu Wenming, you are the seventh-level killer of the temple, you have been hiding in China for several years, am I right?
?”
Bu Wenming tried his best to raise his head and glared at Ma Xiaoyao: "Who are you? How do you know my identity!"
Ma Xiaoyao pouted: "Of course someone told us."
"Who told you?" A stern look flashed in Bu Wenming's eyes.
"I'm sorry, I promised the other party that I would keep it a secret for him." Ma Xiaoyao said sheepishly: "I came today mainly because I wanted to borrow something from you. As long as you lend me something like this, I won't be too embarrassed.
It’s hard for you.”
"What?" Bu Wenming asked.
"Mobile phone!" Ma Xiaoyao didn't show off, and said directly: "Your temple-specific mobile phone!"
"You want my phone?" Bu Wenming was stunned for a moment, then stared at Ma Xiaoyao with a wary face: "What do you want to do!"
Ma Xiaoyao waved his hand: "You don't need to know the purpose of borrowing my mobile phone. Now I just ask you: Where is the mobile phone?"
"Hmph!" Bu Wenming snorted coldly: "Even if you kill me! I won't give you my phone!" This Bu Wenming is quite tough.
Ma Xiaoyao came over and searched Bu Wenming's body. He found a lot of things, including banknotes, rings, necklaces, and a dagger, but he couldn't find a mobile phone.
It seems that Bu Wenming hid his cell phone.
"Bu Wenming, let me ask you again: Where is your phone? Just take it out obediently, and I won't hurt you!" Ma Xiaoyao said with a serious face.
"If you want my mobile phone, just dream!" Bu Wenming said forcefully.
Ma Xiaoyao's eyes turned cold: "Dazhuang, turn him over!"
"Whoa!" Lei Dazhuang stretched out his hand and flipped Bu Wenming over. I don't know whether it was Lei Dazhuang's intention or Bu Wenming's bad luck. When he turned over, his head hit the ground directly. Bu Wenming grinned in pain.
"Take off his pants!" Ma Xiaoyao waved his hand.
Lei Dazhuang was stunned for a moment, then his expression became weird, and he took off his pants again? Was he going to use Ling Chi on this Bu Wenming again? Lei Dazhuang's face twitched uncontrollably, and he reached out and pulled off Bu Wenming's pants.
"You...what are you going to do..." Bu Wenming looked at Ma Xiaoyao in horror.
Ma Xiaoyao reached out and picked up a dagger from the ground. This dagger was found from Bu Wenming. Ma Xiaoyao raised the dagger and slashed at a wooden chair. "Pfft!" A thick piece of wooden chair was cut off directly.
Thick veneer.
Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "It's quite sharp!" As he spoke, Ma Xiaoyao waved the dagger between Bu Wenming's legs: "With such a sharp dagger, it should be easy to cut off your lifeblood.
.”
"Uh!" Bu Wenming's eyes suddenly widened: "You...don't mess around..."
"Did you know that there was a punishment in ancient times called Ling Chi?" Ma Xiaoyao said slowly while waving his dagger.
"Lingchi?" Bu Wenming's eyes suddenly showed a trace of panic. He was a native of China. Of course he knew that there was a kind of punishment in ancient times called Lingchi. It can be said that Lingchi is the most cruel punishment in the world. There is no one. It is the most cruel.
More than 300 cuts were made on a living person. Every time a cut was made, a piece of flesh had to be cut off. A total of 365 cuts were made before the criminal died. When the criminal died, there was almost no piece of flesh left on his body.
Good meat, even the eyes, nose, lips are gone, the blood is drained, and the death is extremely miserable. This kind of cruel punishment is definitely the best in the world. The person who can come up with such punishment as Ling Chi is definitely that kind of person.
A person with an extremely cruel heart.
Lei Dazhuang, who was standing aside, twitched his face and said to himself: Brother Ma is really addicted to using Lingchi to scare people. He just scared half to death with nicotine a few hours ago, and now he's here to scare Bu Wenming again. It probably won't take long.
, Bu Wenming will hand over the phone honestly.
Seeing Bu Wenming's face turned pale with fright, Ma Xiaoyao immediately smiled, and his smile was very bright: "Don't worry, I won't cut you three hundred and sixty-five times..." Before Bu Wenming could breathe a sigh of relief,
Ma Xiaoyao continued: "I am not interested in the flesh on your body, I am only interested in your lifeblood." As he spoke, the smile on Ma Xiaoyao's face became even brighter: "I will use this sharp dagger.
, it won’t work if you cut your lifeblood into eight petals..." At this point, Ma Xiaoyao shook his head: "Eight petals are too few, I'd better cut it into eighty petals for you..."
"You...you..." Bu Wenming was immediately frightened.
"Don't look at me in such fear. I will be very gentle and will never let you feel the slightest pain..." As he spoke, Ma Xiaoyao took the dagger and stabbed Bu Wenming's lifeline.
"No!" Bu Wenming shouted loudly: "I'll give it to you, I'll give you the phone! Take the dagger away quickly, take it away!" Bu Wenming was really frightened. He was not afraid of death or torture.
, but he is afraid that Ma Xiaoyao will harm his lifeblood. Bu Wenming is a normal man and likes to be a man, so he absolutely cannot bear Ma Xiaoyao cutting off his lifeblood.
Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows: "Are you scared now? What did you do earlier!"
"I was wrong, I was really wrong..." Bu Wenming said with a trembling voice: "I will give you the phone now. I hid the phone under the sofa. You can see it when you move the sofa..."
Without waiting for Ma Xiaoyao to say anything, Lei Dazhuang walked over and moved the sofa to one side. Sure enough, he found a black mobile phone under the sofa, which was exactly the same as Nicotine's phone. "Brother Ma! The mobile phone was found!" Lei Dazhuang said
He reached out and handed the phone to Ma Xiaoyao.
Ma Xiaoyao fiddled with his phone and found that it had also been set with a password: "What's the password?"
Bu Wenming hesitated: "Seven threes, two ones."
Ma Xiaoyao immediately entered seven threes and two ones, "ding dong!", the phone screen lit up, Ma Xiaoyao let out a breath, and the password was finally cracked.
