Su Zimu's vigilance was instantly heightened: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush." A night owl comes into the house and comes for anything. This person is definitely not a good person.
"Happy!" Wu Zongxian put away the folding fan and the smile on his face disappeared, "Tu Qian, who are you?"
"Tu Qian? Who is it? I don't know you." Su Zimu smacked his lips. This name was chosen so poorly!
Wu Zongxian was startled, frowned displeased and asked, "Why, you don't even recognize your savior?"
Su Zimu was confused: "Whose savior?"
Where does this all fit in? Is he worthy of it?
Wu Zongxian's face was as dark as water: "I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Just as Su Zimu was about to retort, he suddenly received a heavy blow on the back of his head, making his head dizzy and eyes flashing with stars.
Damn, who?
He suddenly turned around and faced an astonished face with a look of surprise and stubble on his face.
The man immediately came to his senses and gave him another hard blow.
Su Zimu's vision went dark and he fell to the ground. There was only one thought left in his mind: Who is so ungrateful to martial ethics?
When he regained consciousness, he was already in a stone room, hung on the wall by a fist-thick iron chain, his feet were dangling, and even his toes could not reach the ground when he stretched out.
Looking up, there are stone walls on all sides. On the walls are hung whips, irons, claws, ropes, and various unnamed torture instruments.
Although he didn't feel anything special, this situation was really not a good one!
Wu Zongxian was sitting opposite Su Zimu. He waved his fan and showed a joyful smile: "Brother Su, we meet again."
Su Zimu sighed: "Master Wu, right? We had no grudges in the past and have no grudges in the recent days. Can't we talk it through if there is any misunderstanding?"
Wu Zongxian put away the folding fan and gently tapped Su Zimu's cheek: "I have given you a chance."
Su Zimu looked sad: "Hey, why can't I explain clearly? I really don't know who Tu is?"
"Tu Qian!"
"Yes, Tu Qian!" Su Zimu immediately thought of it, "Master Wu, just tell me what you want. As long as I have it, there will be no problem. It's interesting to talk about things with someone I don't know at all.
?"
He is just an ordinary citizen, and looking at the mess in this room makes people feel frightened.
"Hey, you've already come to this point, why are you still talking so hard?" Wu Zongxian's face looked a little ugly, "Well, please tell me where the Demon Lord's treasure is. If you tell me, you will belong to my Wu family.
VIP, I can’t tell you…don’t blame me for being cruel!”
Su Zimu's expression froze, and he felt bad: "Left treasure? Return it to the Demon Lord? Do you think I am the one who has that thing?"
"Don't tell me?" Wu Zongxian raised his eyebrows, "I want to remind you, last morning, Demon Lord Tu Qian personally sent you to Qing'an Hall. You were almost dead. In just one day, you were already dead.
You come out looking good, but you say you don’t know anything, do you believe it yourself?”
Su Zimu was stunned for a moment, seeming to think of something in his mind, but everything was blurry, as if covered with thick layers of veil, and he couldn't see clearly.
Wu Zongxian showed a proud smile: "How is it, do you remember it?"
Su Zimu shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I said I only woke up this afternoon. Do you believe it?"
Wu Zongxian laughed angrily: "Do you think I believe it?"
At this moment, he was also murmuring in his heart, this man was very fierce when he fought with Centipede Face, why is he as cowardly as a dog now?
But having said that, given the Wu family’s status in the world, it’s strange that this person doesn’t give up!
Su Zimu opened his mouth, as sluggish as a frustrated ball: "I wouldn't believe it if you let me go."
His idea was very simple. He didn't know the demon king anyway, and he didn't have the belief that he had to protect him with his life. How could he be compared to a bumpkin who had never seen the world?
Just give me a few words of coaxing, then turn over this article and that’s it.
"It's over now!" Wu Zongxian didn't have the intention to continue teasing Menzi, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Here comes someone!"
A strong man over two meters tall walked in immediately, clasped his fists and bowed: "Second Young Master."
Wu Zongxian knocked on Su Zimu's forehead with a folding fan: "Serve our uncle Su well and help him think carefully."
"Hey, I remember, I remember!" Su Zimu quickly changed his tone.
What nonsense are you talking to this kind of person? Why don't you agree first and get through this hurdle?
Wu Zongxian smiled half-heartedly, as if he had seen through Su Zimu's clumsy tricks: "I just think of it now? It's too late!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and the big man immediately took off the whip on the wall and slapped Su Zimu on him.
His shirt was instantly shattered, and a strong pain penetrated into his soul. Su Zimu tightened his body like a salted fish out of water, opened his mouth wide but found it difficult to breathe, and his whole body was shaking violently like chaff.
At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of his revolutionary predecessors who would rather die than surrender, but another whip fell, and his mind was immediately whipped to pieces with all his perseverance and perseverance.
Damn it, I have embarrassed the martyrs...but it really hurts!
With every whipping, he had the urge to confess completely. The problem was that he really had nothing to say!
After two more whips were struck, the light ball between Su Zimu's eyebrows suddenly moved, and the electric current penetrated his body again, causing him to smoke and become unconscious.
Wu Zongxian didn't know what was going on. He just thought he couldn't bear it anymore and waved his hand, and the whipping stopped immediately.
Su Zimu was panting violently and sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
This body was so tough before, why is it not working now?
Wu Zongxian strolled up to Su Zimu, gently tapped his folding fan on the whip marks: "You said you didn't know!"
Su Zimu's tone was weak: "What do I know?"
Wu Zongxian pointed at the strong man: "That's a soul-whipping whip, specially used to deal with monks. With one whip, the body-protecting essence will be scattered, and the skin and flesh will be bruised easily. Look at you again, there is nothing wrong with you.
Is this something that ordinary monks can do? And you said you have nothing to do with the Demon Lord?"
As the name suggests, this thing does not deal with the body, but the soul, directly passing through the skin, flesh and bone marrow, and the pain penetrates into the soul.
His grandma's touch was aimed directly at the vital point, so it's strange that it didn't hurt.
Su Zimu looked down and saw that his clothes were all in tatters, but there were only a few red marks on his body, which were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye and disappeared after a while.
What's going on?
He had always suspected that the changes in his body were related to the light group between his eyebrows, but he could not find any evidence. When Wu Zongxian said this, he felt a little guilty.
Is it really because of that demon lord?
No, no matter it is or is not, you must not expose this secret, otherwise your life will definitely be saved!
When Su Zimu thought of this, he immediately searched his guts and tried to find a justifiable reason for himself.
Wu Zongxian saw through his thoughts at a glance and didn't give him any chance: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over the Demon Lord's skills!"
