Chu Li smiled: "Although Butian Tower is strong, it is not easy to kill a poor monk. How are the targets of Butian Tower selected? Is it because of money, someone entrusted with it, or is there some other reason?"
The beautiful woman sneered: "This is the secret of Butian Tower, outsiders don't need to know it!"
Chu Li said: "Then who is the general person in charge of your Butian Building in Dayu? Where is he?"
"Hey!" The beautiful woman sneered and looked at him sideways, as if she was looking at a fool.
Deng Yue also felt strange that Chu Li's questions would not be answered, and it would be in vain to ask. Instead, it made her wary, and it was even more difficult to get anything out of her mouth.
Chu Li shook his head and sighed: "You may not be sophisticated enough and don't know where the top level of Butian Tower is."
The beautiful woman said: "Monk, do you think I will tell you?"
Chu Li said: "That's not necessarily the case. Even if you don't say it, others will."
"Hey!" The beautiful woman looked at him disdainfully and curled her lips slightly.
Chu Li smiled and said: "One of your hairs contains highly poisonous substances. If you take off this hair and put it in your mouth, you will die immediately. Is this right?"
The acupoint method has not yet appeared in this world. If you want to seal the acupuncture points and have no internal strength, you need to be able to see through the human body and directly see the flow of blood and energy, and then take advantage of the weakness to enter.
The beautiful woman's face changed slightly, and the other five people also stared at each other for a moment, then returned to normal.
Chu Li said: "It seems that the poor monk has been right, so it is impossible for you to commit suicide now. If I want you to speak, there are many ways, such as this move."
As he spoke, he took out a silver needle and gently pierced the chest of the young man next to him.
The young man's body trembled, but he could not move. However, he opened his mouth and gritted his teeth without making a sound.
His face turned red quickly.
"Uh..." A strange sound came from his throat, like the roar of a wild animal, but he suppressed it, but in the end it couldn't suppress the sound.
His body was swaying and shaking.
He felt that his internal organs were tumbling, his blood was reversing, and the world was spinning but he could not faint. All the pain added together almost defeated him. He had only one thought - suicide!
It's a pity that he wanted to commit suicide but couldn't kill himself. The whole body didn't belong to him. Even if he wanted to bite off his tongue, he didn't have that much strength.
The five people saw that the muscles on his face were twisted and terrifying, and his neck and temples were covered with veins, as if there were earthworms crawling underneath, which showed the pain he was suffering.
As Butianlou assassins, they have all received tolerance training, and their ability to endure pain is far better than ordinary people. To be in such pain is obviously beyond the limit, and they may not be able to endure it.
I couldn't hold on, but I was so awake that I couldn't comatose. Moreover, my whole body felt more and more acute, and I could feel the pain more clearly. I didn't become numb as time went on, and it became more and more severe.
Deng Yue looked at him with bright eyes, then looked at Chu Li: "Master?"
Chu Li waved his hand: "This can't be taught, and you can't learn it either."
"Alas... what a pity." Deng Yue shook his head regretfully.
If you can learn this, it will be simple and easy to extort information, and you don't have to spend time and energy to torture someone to extract a confession. It's hard to kill someone, but even a tough guy can't stand it with such a gentle injection.
Chu Li looked at the beautiful woman: "His blood is reversing, and his internal organs are shifting. As time goes by, he will become a cripple. Even if he cannot die, he cannot use his strength."
"I won't say anything." The beautiful woman said coldly.
Chu Li nodded and said no more, just looking at the young man.
There were stains of sweat on the soles of the young man's feet, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Chu Li showed no mercy, and dozens of innocent people died at the hands of this young man.
A quarter of an hour later, Chu Li inserted a silver needle again and looked at the young man with a smile: "What's your name?"
The young man looked at him blankly, his eyes dull, and said slowly: "Song Meng."