Chapter 430: Lord Buddha bless you and ask for a monthly ticket)
"Donor, you can't do it!" Yuanfang was immediately frightened when Tu Yao said he wanted to imprison him.
Although his body is extremely strong, he is still powerless to resist when faced with house arrest.
"Why, are you scared too?" Seeing Yuan Fang's posture at this moment, Tu Yao had a smile on his haggard expression and couldn't help but ask.
"Donor Tuyao, I think you should beat the young monk to death!" Yuanfang tried to persuade.
"I know you are not afraid of death, and I also know that you have the ability to resurrect and damage feedback, so I won't kill you!" With that, Tu Yao grinned, threw Yuan Fang to the ground, and then said to the soldiers around him:
"Take him into the prison camp and imprison him!"
Upon hearing Tu Yao's order, the two guards immediately stepped forward, lifted Yuan Fang off the ground, and dragged him toward the back of the camp.
"Don Yao Tu Yao, I don't agree with this little monk. I'm here to be beaten, not imprisoned!" Yuan Fang suddenly started shouting.
Looking at Yuan Fang gradually going away, Tu Yao couldn't help but spit.
But the tense nerves finally relaxed at this moment.
This week, he felt that he was really tired.
This kind of fatigue did not come from the physical level, but from the mental level. He felt that this bald man almost destroyed his spirit. He was too difficult to deal with.
Fortunately, at this moment, he has been taken into prison and finally freed.
Thinking of this, Tu Yao had a rare smile on his face.
…
Behind the sinkhole of Hades, where the army was imprisoned.
This prison place is a tradition among the Jiuyao Army and was used to torture and imprison enemies.
However, in Beiqi, they simply could not catch the prisoners they wanted, and the prison camps they set up were basically idle.
It was already night, and there was a bonfire burning in the prison. A stooped old man wearing a Jiuyao military uniform was sitting in front of the bonfire in a daze.
At this time, two guards arrived in Yuanfang.
However, the two guards did not say anything to the old man in front of the campfire. Instead, they drove Yuanfang to a prison, opened the cell door, and threw him in.
"Donor, don't do this!" Yuan Fang fell to the ground, then quickly stood up, trying to persuade.
"You continue to be resurrected!" Looking at Yuan Fang, the two guards smiled at each other, then turned and left.
But when passing by the old man, a guard suddenly said:
"Old devil, don't blame us for not reminding you, don't touch him!"
After leaving these words, the two of them left quickly.
After hearing this, the old man slowly opened his cloudy eyes, then turned his gaze to Yuanfang, and couldn't help but smile.
"Open the door, the young monk is going out!" Yuanfang couldn't help but panic when he realized that he had really been imprisoned.
After playing the battle online for more than a week, he also knew that if he didn't die, the resurrection online would still be here.
Thinking of this, he clenched his fists with both hands and slammed them on the iron bars of the prison.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After a seemingly ferocious swipe, Yuanfang withdrew his weak fist and squatted down silently.
Fatal weakness, no harm!
After a moment of silence, Yuan Fang suddenly turned his head and hit the wall of the prison.
"Boom!"
At this time, the game prompt sounds.
[Game prompt, damage less than 500 points, damage saving throw. Since this damage is caused by the player himself, damage feedback cannot be performed! 】
At this moment, Yuanfang is closing in on himself and feels like he is going to be doomed!
"Little bald man, do you want to come out?" At this time, the old man sitting in front of the campfire grinned, revealing his burnt brown teeth.
"Old donor, are you going to let the young monk out?" Yuan Fang suddenly became energetic.
"No, I just want to torture you." The old man said this calmly, but he couldn't restrain the excitement in his eyes.
There is a reason why he is called "Old Devil" by the guards here.
Because he likes to torture prisoners, he has developed 72 extremely painful torture methods, hence the name Old Devil.
It's just that after he was sent to Beiqi recently, there were no prisoners for him to torture. During this time, the old devil felt that he was really depressed.
Although the guard gave a warning before leaving, the old devil didn't care about it.
Even if he had to be punished when the time came, he would admit it.
Torturing prisoners was his hobby, and he only had half a life left, even if he died, it wouldn't matter.
Thinking of this, the old devil stood up, walked step by step to the prison, looked at Yuan Fang and began to examine it.
"Things with thin skin and tender flesh shouldn't be able to withstand much torture, so let's start with the lightest one, Jie Jie!" the old devil said with a contented look on his face.
Yuanfang was stunned. He didn't expect that the old devil wanted to torture him.
Suddenly, the panic in his heart faded away.
As a rough-skinned man, he was never afraid of being beaten, let alone torture, he was just afraid of being put under house arrest.
The more violent the storm, the better!
Thinking of this, Yuanfang couldn't help but say: "Old donor, do you really want to torture me?"
"That's right, are you afraid?" the old devil grinned, waiting for fear to appear on Yuanfang's face.
"Um... Donor, to be honest, the young monk is not only not afraid, but is actually looking forward to it. After all, it will increase his proficiency!" Yuan Fang replied sincerely.
After hearing this, the old devil's expression instantly froze.
What he most looked forward to when torturing the prisoner was the prisoner's wails, screams and expressions of despair. Yuanfang's words made him feel extremely annoyed.
"Little bald man, I hope you can still say these words after a while!" The old devil glared fiercely.
After saying that, he turned and left.
A moment later, when the old devil came again, he had a black rope in his hand and many strange-looking tools hanging on his body.
Arriving in front of the cell door again, the old devil threw the rope onto Yuan Fang. The black rope trembled rapidly like a spiritual snake and quickly wrapped around Yuan Fang, connecting his limbs to the iron pillars around the cell, tightly binding him.
He was restrained and hung half a meter above the ground.
"What are you going to do?" Yuanfang asked curiously.
"Jiejie, you'll find out later. Remember to scream louder to make me happy." After saying this, the old devil took out a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the cell door, and walked away.
Got in.
Arriving next to the monk, the old devil lowered his head with a grim smile and glanced at the tools hanging on his body, seeming to be making a choice.
Finally, the old devil picked a tool similar to pliers and removed it.
Click! Click!
After trying to clamp it together, the old devil nodded with satisfaction.
"Are you afraid now?" the old devil asked again.
"It's okay, I just feel like this thing doesn't have much power. Why don't you ask Tu Yao to come over and torture me?" the monk said seriously.
"Humph, there are many prisoners who have been tortured by my old devil who are as tough-talking as you. Unfortunately, they all knelt down and begged me for mercy in the end. It's a pity that I didn't let any of them go, hahaha." Thinking of the past, the old devil said
He couldn't help but grinned, his face full of pride.
However, Yuanfang said perfunctorily:
"Okay, okay, as long as the donor is happy."
Yuanfang's attitude really annoyed the old devil. He immediately raised the pliers, opened the monk's mouth with his left hand, and clamped one of his front teeth with the pliers.
"Little bald man, let's pull out all your teeth first. Don't bear the pain!" As he said this, the old devil couldn't help but get excited and exerted force with his hands.
"Click!"
"Woooooo~!"
At this moment, the old devil suddenly let go of the hand holding the pliers and covered his mouth. However, the blood still slipped drop by drop through the gaps between his fingers.
The old demon whimpered in pain, then slowly opened his hand, and suddenly found a burnt brown front tooth lying in the center of his hand.
Yuanfang was not surprised at all by this.
After all, if you use this kind of tool to extract teeth, the attack will naturally not reach 500 points of damage, and you can't even break through his defense, so how can the teeth be pulled out?
After taking a look at the proficiency level, he found that the increase was almost nonexistent. Yuanfang suddenly said with a bored expression:
"Donor, are you okay?"
"Ah wu wu wu!" The old devil raised his head with a horrified look on his face, revealing his row of missing front teeth, looking extremely miserable.
"This...what's going on? How did you do it?"
"Donor, the young monk doesn't know. Why don't you try again?" The monk immediately denied it.
"Little bald man, don't think I can't cure you!" The old demon looked at Yuan Fang angrily, as if fire was about to burst out of his eyes.
He picked up the pliers from the ground again, then reached out and clamped Yuanfang's index finger nail!
"Cut it off!"
"Ah...!" The old devil screamed again, the nail of his index finger broke off, and blood spattered.
Yuan Fang looked indifferent when he saw this scene. After thinking about it, he suddenly started screaming too.
"Ahhhh, it hurts, it hurts!"
In order to let the old devil continue to torture him, Yuanfang decided to use his ability to commit misfortune.
Yuanfang was extremely proficient in screaming, after all, he had practiced it, and his voice directly overshadowed the old devil's.
The old demon trembled and looked at the hand with the broken nail. When he looked at Yuanfang again, his expression became extremely frightened.
"Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts so much!" Yuanfang continued to cry.
After a while, he found that there was no movement around him. Yuanfang immediately stopped screaming and turned around to find that the cell door had been closed and the old devil was standing outside, looking at him with a malicious look on his face.
"Forehead……"
"Old donor, don't you want to continue?" Yuanfang asked with a hint of expectation.
The old devil said nothing, covered his hands, and stared at Yuan Fang, making Yuan Fang feel a little embarrassed.
"Old donor, it was an accident just now. I'm very afraid of pain. How about you try again?" Yuan Fang said as if he thought it was okay.
"Little Baldy, do you really think I can't do anything to you?" the old devil said viciously.
"Oh Amitabha, Lord Buddha bless you!" Yuanfang chanted immediately.
After glaring at Yuan Fang again, the old demon turned and left. When he returned a moment later, the injured finger had scabs on it, a layer of green powder was applied on it, and there was a burst of medicinal fragrance.
"Old donor, are you okay?" Yuan Fang asked immediately.
"Little bald head, look what I brought you." As he said, the old devil took out a can, and after opening the lid, he immediately revealed the densely packed poisonous insects inside!
After Yuanfang's probe saw the scene inside the jar, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Haha, these poisonous insects are carefully cultivated by me. Although they are not very poisonous, they will definitely make you miserable!"
Hearing this, Yuan Fang looked strange, thought for a while, and said:
"Lord Buddha bless you!"
This time Yuan Fang really said this sincerely, because he felt that if he did this, it would be really miserable!
