Rumors are spreading outside and the empire is talking about it, but Tang Yan, who is the center of attention, is living leisurely and contentedly in the palace prison. He is not worried about his dangerous situation, the prince's angry punishment, or the situation of the Sandfall mercenary group.
Because he concluded that the prince was concerned about his face and did not dare to ignore his threat about Su Qianluo.
Because he didn't expect to avoid the sand waterfall for a lifetime, only a few days.
It only takes a few days for things to turn around!
Because since he dared to come in, he had a plan and calculated the turning point that would inevitably happen.
The prison where Tang Yan was located was located underground in the palace. It looked like a two-hundred-meter square solid iron block, with a square space of more than ten meters dug out in the middle. The material was made of the toughest black gold black iron from the Canglan ancient land.
, very precious.
It is said that a thickness of ten meters can withstand the attack of a first-order warrior. The prison in Prince Jing's Mansion is surrounded by a thickness of one hundred meters, so one can imagine its toughness.
Moreover, the walls are engraved with strange restrictions or formations, which further emphasizes the tenacity of the prison.
It is no problem to use it to watch the third-level martial master.
Tang Yan was sent here as soon as he was deposited in the palace, but he was not the only one there. There was also an old man with disheveled hair, tattered clothes, and heavy chains wrapped around his body, sitting cross-legged in the corner like a corpse, not even breathing.
It comes and goes, and every exhalation is very heavy.
He seemed to have been imprisoned for countless years. The scabbed dirt could be seen through the holes in his clothes. His messy hair hung down to his waist, and his nails were black and slender.
The whole thing gives people an indescribably weird feeling.
Like a wild beast?
The cage space is only a dozen meters long and wide, not narrow, but definitely not spacious.
Tang Yan chose another corner, stared at the old man for a long time, and whistled a few times to stimulate him: "Hi, hello, want to make friends?"
The old man ignored it, as if it was a real dead body, and also as if he didn't care that there was an extra person in the room.
Tang Yan had been wary of him for a long time and repeatedly probed him. The strange thing was that he couldn't figure out his strength, or that he looked more like an ordinary old man.
This unusualness gradually aroused Tang Yan's vigilance.
Could it be...some strong man? But why is he wrapped in chains?
According to Su Qianluo's memory, there were four super strong men in Prince Jing's Mansion. The strongest among them was a certain ancestor-level figure from the royal family, named Yan Xinghan, who was the younger brother of the ancestor of the Martial Saint of the current royal family of the Yan Kingdom.
Together with the Saint of Yaochi, the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, the Great Witch Ancestor, and the old marshal of the Zhenguo General's Mansion, they are also called the Five Ancestors of the Empire. They are all semi-saint-level extraordinary figures, the true pillars of the Yan Kingdom, and people who must never be lost.
Could this guy be Yan Xinghan?
But if I feel carefully, I don't think it has reached the level of a semi-saint. Moreover, this image and situation seem to be inconsistent with the legendary ancestor's treatment.
In addition to Yan Xinghan, the other three top powerhouses in Prince Jing's Mansion are three third-level martial masters. One is Shura and the other is Wang Ziwei. The information of the other one is locked in Su Qianluo's memory cage and has only one name——
War bear.
"War Bear? Your Excellency, are you the Lord War Bear?" Tang Yan called out tentatively, feeling awkward with such a strange name.
The sound echoed in the closed space for a long time, but the result was still silence.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but after being vigilant for a long time, Tang Yan felt a bit dangerous from this man. He clearly looked like an old man, but he gave him an aura similar to that of an animal.
No one on either side took the initiative to provoke anyone else, and they got along well with each other.
Tang Yan did not dare to let down his guard, and leaned against the corner, secretly sizing up the strange old man, and silently meditating on his next strategy. Now that he was in Prince Jing's Mansion, all kinds of dangers existed at any time. Although he could not think of everything, at least he could
Deal with all kinds of dangers.
but……
It was too quiet inside the cage. Except for the occasional breathing coming from the opposite side, there was no sound at all. It was as quiet as if you were in an endless abyss. There were lead-colored walls in all directions, and even the runes were the same color, and they were long and slow.
There are fluctuations like fish scales in Ruoruo, which is strange and unpredictable.
The luminous stone above the head emits a faint brilliance, making it even more depressing.
Tang Yan's mind is very tough and can withstand all kinds of torture. But... one day passed, two days passed, three days passed, four days... five days... more than a hundred hours passed, forgetting the key of time, forgetting
The sound and language, but the environment here severely damaged his spirit. First, he felt inexplicably irritable, then his body gradually became hot, and then his head became dizzy.
Like a frog boiling in warm water, by the time he began to realize the problem, it was already too late. His consciousness was groggy, his pulse was messy, and the spiritual power in his meridians was silently dissipating, as if it was being sucked by the runes on the surface of the cage.
"The runes are weird." Tang Yan's vision was blurry, and he felt that the messy lead-colored runes on the wall were like countless eyes, staring at him. He quietly inspired the Buddha's heart, and a sense of coolness filled the whole body, soaking in irritability.
Feeling his emotions, he silently runs the Immortal Evolution Technique to control the scattered spiritual power.
However, my heart moved slightly, and a bold plan came to my mind.
His head tilted, his body went limp, and he fell limply to the ground.
The strange old man in the corner remained indifferent, and the room continued to be eerily silent.
But not long after, there was a buzzing sound, and the runes on the wall emitted strange twisting fluctuations, converging into the outline of a door directly in front. The door body fluctuated like a space barrier. Wang Ziwei led the two old men with gloomy eyes as he walked
Come in.
Tang Yan's brows seemed to move slightly.
"Look at his condition." Wang Ziwei raised his right hand, and a needle-like light emitted an extremely sharp aura, locking on Tang Yan, always on guard.
Two gloomy old men with similar looks hunched over and came to Tang Yan. They opened the iron box in their hands expressionlessly, took out the iron awl with a sharp handle, and after some simple handling, without any expression, they moved towards Tang Yan.
The thigh was inserted.
Poof! Blood splattered!
There was a strange blessing power on the iron cone, and it easily penetrated Tang Yan's flesh.
Severe stinging pain spread throughout the body like an electric shock.
But Tang Yan was so 'unconscious' that he didn't even move a finger.
The two old men ignored him, did not observe, and did not wait. They pulled out the iron awl and stabbed Tang Yan's body randomly, causing blood to appear on them and some hitting the bones.
Tang Yan deliberately dispersed his defense power, but after all, he had a special constitution. An ordinary blade could not break through the skin at all, but an iron awl could easily break through it. This shows that they should be good treasures with special piercing power.
In the blink of an eye, the two old men left thirty bloody holes on Tang Yan's body, and all of them were painful acupuncture points, which can stimulate the most pain.
After doing this, the two gloomy old men with facial paralysis began to look at Tang Yan's face and limbs. From their experience, unless he was eroded by the curse seal and fell into a severe coma, it would be impossible to endure such severe pain without any pain.
reaction.
They once conducted experiments on Shura, and he could resist up to twenty-four penetrations, but he could no longer resist the severe pain.
In view of Tang Yan's importance, they filled six more holes.
But they underestimated Tang Yan's ability to endure, and they didn't know the pain he had endured to train his body. It was difficult for him to react to pure physical torture.
"He has passed out." The two old men made a unanimous judgment.
"Torture me severely, use your best ability, and use your most cruel methods." Wang Ziwei's tone was ruthless. He searched for six consecutive days, but failed to round up the Sand Waterfall Mercenary Group.
They escaped, and no suspicious persons were found in the Imperial City.
Prince Jing was already impatient. If they had not worried that Su Qianluo was really imprisoned by Shabao, they would have brought Tang Yan to the royal city and humiliated and tortured him in full view of the public.
They couldn't bear it anymore, and their mood became worse and worse. So Wang Ziwei brought two perverted executioners from the palace to the prison. Before rescuing Su Qianluo, they could not torture openly for the time being, lest the news spread and stimulate the sand waterfall.
, but it is perfectly fine to torture Tang Yan in private.
The two old men simply nodded, carried Tang Yan to the corner, reached out and grabbed four chains with iron hooks from the wall full of runes, pierced his shoulder blades and leg bones, and hung them in mid-air.
.
It seemed that what he was serving was not a human being, but a dead pig or sheep. Every move he made was filled with poison and ferocity, and his attacks were precise and cruel.
Wang Ziwei stood nearby and watched Tang Yan being tortured: "What is the difference between this and torturing a dead body? Is there any way to wake him up? He is semi-conscious, awake but unable to resist."
"Yes, not only can I feel it, but I also feel very sensitive." The two old men took out some black pills and stuffed them into Tang Yan's mouth.
Tang Yan, who was pretending to be unconscious, suddenly felt something like sulfuric acid rolling from his throat into his abdominal cavity. A burning tingling sensation swept through his whole body, as if it was festering from the inside out. If the previous puncture of the 'Thirty Iron Awl' was caused by
Superman struggled to persevere with his will, but this time... he really couldn't bear it. He frowned and let out a hoarse groan from his throat.
"Is he going to wake up?" Wang Ziwei was secretly on guard, the light spot in front of his fingertips locked on Tang Yan's head, ready to take action at any time.
"Don't worry, please trust our poison. He only has feelings now, and his consciousness is very vague, and he can't just cope with his own body." An old man raised his hand and brandished a knife, making a bloody wound on Tang Yan's face. "Look.
, he is like a dead pig."
Tang Yan let out a hoarse and dull scream, and his body twisted unconsciously, but he did not make any strong resistance.
Wang Ziwei said: "Chop off two of his fingers."
The two of them pinched the fingers of Tang Yan's right hand, took out the hammer and awl, and with a burst of banging and banging, two of them were carved out alive, as if they were carving out rocks, dripping with blood and covered with white bones.
In fact, they can be cut off directly, but this method is more cruel and painful.
The thick smell of blood filled the narrow space.
Tang Yan tried his best to endure it, the anger in his heart had reached the extreme, and the fierce resentment was destroying his consciousness like ants.
Boom! Boom! His heart was beating strongly, and his murderous intent was almost uncontrollable.
Wang Ziwei showed a satisfied smile, but with his bloody fingers, he tore off a strip of cloth from Tang Yan's body and hugged the scary fingers. "You torture slowly, no matter what method you use, as long as you can make him endure pain, both physically and mentally."
Spirit."
"Don't worry, we will make sure he never forgets it."
Wang Ziwei glanced at the old man in the corner: "He is Tang Yan, the murderer of the young prince. If something unexpected happens later, you are allowed to eat half of his body."
The old man in the corner was indifferent.
"Everyone, enjoy your time, you have plenty of time." Strange runes appeared on the wall again, forming an iron gate-like passage. Wang Ziwei walked through it and disappeared into the prison.