The huge torture frame with a cold metallic luster was wiped clean by Zhang Wu.
The blood stains and sludge accumulated in the gaps on the ground were also picked out, sweeping the ground spotlessly.
Wei Guangyou, who was tied to the punishment rack, woke up and felt the skin was burning all over his body, and there were many burns on his body, all of which were stained with rotten fog.
The enemy was in front of him, and his eyes were wide open, showing his fierce appearance, without any concealing his fierce murderous intent.
Zhang Wu was eating delicious dishes, four dishes and one soup, and the disciples of the Law Enforcement Council were treated very well.
But as always, there is a mouse in the corner of the cage...
Seeing that Wei Guang woke up, Zhang Wu scooped a bowl of soup, ignored the other party's murderous gaze, and fed it to his mouth with a spoon and persuaded:
"His wife Wei, drink some. You're hungry. When the nutrients under the fascia are exhausted, you'll be dying."
"Dog thing!"
Wei Guang's eyes were eager to eat people, gritted his teeth, and the sound of grinding his teeth was very cunning.
Zhang Wu took the bowl and took a step back, kept some distance, and calmly reminded:
"Brother Wei, if you want to bite a tooth and spit a flying sword and kill me, I advise you to save effort."
Wei Guang's breathing was suffocated and his face calmed down.
He originally wanted to use his tongue to push the back teeth down as a hidden weapon, but now he had to loosen it, but his teeth were loose and his gums were bleeding... A tooth was broken in plain white, and blood was flowing all over his mouth.
He knew that the other party was prepared, but he felt depressed.
This mouthful, you won’t feel happy if you don’t vomit!
"puff!"
Wei Guang's five internal organs roared and spurted out the blood from his mouth.
"clang--"
The sound of metal and iron fighting resounded throughout the punishment room, deafening.
At some point, Zhang Wu, who was originally holding a bowl, appeared in front of him, blocking his upper body completely behind.
This mouth of blood was as powerful as a bullet, condensed into a blood sword, hitting the steel plate with a noticeable dent.
After spitting out this mouthful, Wei Guang's breath became weaker and his vitality was severely damaged... He felt even more frustrated.
Zhang Wu put down the steel plate with his right hand, and still held the bowl with his left hand, and said with a smile:
"Why are you doing this? I didn't torture you, nor did I think of doing anything to you. I was just bored and wanted to talk to you."
I'll talk about your grandmother!
Has anyone tied someone to a punishment rack to talk to each other?
Wei Guang was about to swear, but a ball of rag seemed to predict in advance that he would open his mouth, and it happened to be stuffed into his mouth, blocking his voice.
"Wei Daxia, it is a shame to curse people, but it is better to be a little more qualitative."
“…”
Wei Guang's eyes widened, his blood and blood surged, and he was so depressed that he was almost crazy.
Zhang Wu ignored him and started eating on his own, making a whisper.
If you are angry, he will not listen to anything you say, and waste your words.
After eating, Zhang Wu left the punishment room and wandered around the back of the law enforcement hall, feeling very good.
After reaching his level of cultivation, ordinary fist and foot skills, transporting qi and blood, training moves, etc. are already inferior.
He needs to cultivate his mind, sense the sun, moon, stars, and the movement of mountains and rivers, and reconcile his relationship with heaven and earth at any time and anywhere, just like the Buddha's enlightenment, gods and immortals attain enlightenment, and the unity of heaven and man.
The back mountain is bare, with many huge rocks piled up, and weeds squeeze out from the cracks of the rocks, which is very desolate.
Zhang Wu thought for a while, moved away the stones that were in the way, built up several huge rocks, and arranged them into a smiling snowman. The desolate atmosphere in the back mountain disappeared immediately, giving him a hint of warmth and funnyness.
In Feng Shui, he has become a master of good deeds. He seems to be fiddling with a few stones at will, but he can change the world and tamper with the surrounding aura.
When he returned to the punishment room, Wei Guang had already calmed down, his head was drooping, his eyebrows were drooping, and his energy was restored.
Zhang Wu really didn't think of punishing him. Apart from the law enforcement hall, he would not punish anyone in the "Punishment Reward Book".
The physical punishment is too low-level and too technical for him.
Looking at the various aspects of the world, the world of the world, intersecting with others, fighting with others, tempering oneself, making one's mind sharper, this is the meaning of being a torture man.
In Dakun, except for the old monk, no one can fight with him, and without competition, there will be no progress.
Now facing these hard bones in the prison and the cunning cunning of the Kui Mo Sect, it is enough to make his realm progress by leaps and bounds and see a higher level.
"Hiss Wei, have a little porridge."
Zhang Wu picked up the bowl again and persuaded calmly.
Wei Guang was silent and ignored him.
Zhang Wu said calmly:
"Hero, you rob the rich and help the poor, open a warehouse to save the people, Meng Beidou admires you very much. Now you are in prison and cannot escape. You are unable to save you, so you can only bring you to the prison room and let you
Eat a few more days of good meals, and then go back after you have enough energy, so as not to be harmed by a traitor.”
A hint of surprise flashed across Wei Guang's face, but he still didn't need to eat.
It was not until Zhang Wu took a few bites by himself, picked up the rat in the corner and sprinkled some porridge in the bowl. It was okay for the mouse to eat it, and the guy slowly opened his mouth.
"May I have your name?"
"In the lower Meng Beidou."
"You came to me as a dragon-subduing monument, right?"
Wei Guang said with a cold face:
"Don't think that you can learn my magical skills by giving me a meal."
Zhang Wu shook his head and said:
"If I say that I didn't come to the magical craft, I'm afraid you won't believe it, but what's different from others is that I admire the heroes more."
"We are both top-notch. If I face a giant like Kui Mo Sect, it is difficult to have the courage to sacrifice myself like a hero."
"I dare not force myself to stand up, but I can still do it with my help and praise it."
Wei Guang raised his head and looked at the person in front of him seriously for the first time.
He could be sure that what Meng Beidou said was indeed heartfelt words.
But suddenly, he saw two words on this guy's face—
"Clean!"
It's not a cunning person, but he is very sensible and clever, so he is sure. Otherwise, it would be impossible to suppress himself continuously in the confrontation just now.
However, just a few compliments made me want to learn my magical skills, which is not enough!
...
The martial arts master had an amazing appetite. Wei Guanghu ate and drank it all. He was very polite and ate all the whole bucket of rice and porridge.
Zhang Wu was not in a hurry to take him down, and stayed with good meat and vegetables for half a month, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.
During this period, a black-robed law enforcement team imprisoned people over to punish him. Li Fengyuan's document only had two words: "It hurts to death."
Wei Guang watched Zhang Wu use his own actions and explained to him the thirteen moves of Yan Jun.
The disciple who was tortured was also top-notch. He couldn't resist the sixth move and was tortured to death by pain.
Wei Guang's eyes changed when he looked at Zhang Wu.
The law enforcement team and the jailers were also frustrated.
Wang Dang and other prison guards formed their own group and were in a mess. They never had the share of Zhang Wu after making money.
Although they have not done anything to let Zhang Wu take the blame, such as when they meet a disciple with background, they need to whip them, and deliberately call Zhang Wu over and ask him to torture him as a sucker.
But this is a matter of time sooner or later!
Torture, no matter how serious it is, is a matter of the torture.
But when Wang pretended that they wanted to make money, they would not call Zhang Wu for light punishment such as whip, and put a layer of thick cotton on the prisoner's butt, selling favors and benefiting.
If a person is not cruel and cannot stand firm, he wants to be a ruthless person and fight a secret recipe for a long time, he must use the methods of the King of Hell.