This miserable man's legs, especially his knees, were deeply buried in the gravel. The heartbreaking pain came from him. Not to mention his forehead and temples, the remaining strips of clothes on his back were soaked and stuck to his body.
Sweat continued to seep out, flowing down the body and into the wound. The pain was no less than rubbing salt on the wound.
Seeing the miserable man's eyes splitting with anger but unable to resist, admiring his eyes that wanted to eat him alive, Leng Buyu couldn't help but get excited.
He lifted the miserable man's chin with his fingers. The miserable man moved his body slightly and moved his legs, which added to the pain. The pain was so great that the miserable man still clenched his teeth, even though his teeth were clenching.
He made a sound, his eyes were still fierce, but he didn't make a sound.
Leng Buyu became more and more aware of the miserable man's current appearance, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes excited. He looked like a punisher from hell.
"Maybe we could have a chat?"
Leng Buyu just finished saying this, and the sad man spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. The spit flew out, and the sad man smiled, waiting for Leng Buyu to look embarrassed in the next moment. What a pity, what a pity, not as good as that.
He hoped that the bloody spit would condense into ice as soon as it hit Leng Buyu's face, and then break into slag and fall down.
This time, Shi Lengbaiyu looked disdainful, while the miserable man looked depressed.
Leng Buyu stood up and said with a smile: "This immortal's treasure offering will stop here. If you go down further, your knees will be destroyed and you will be disabled, and your life may not be saved."
Leng Buyu's words did not make the miserable man feel as if he had been granted amnesty. He only felt that next, the master of the Shanxing Hall in the Muhan Tower was going to pull something off. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
, and my breathing became a little faster.
This miserable man indeed guessed correctly. Leng Buyu helped him unload the bricks and unlock the shackles, but there was a cold and terrifying smile on his face.
Silent and silent, he left the miserable man aside. And he began to dismantle the shackles and took off the iron chains one by one. He took off the iron chains and laid them flat on the ground in a straight line.
, just like measuring length.
This miserable man behaved incomprehensibly and silently, and began to wonder which part he was going to play with again. It was okay if he didn't think about it, but the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.
Leng Buyu once again put his two fingers together as sword fingers, and fired out the icy sword energy. This icy sword energy pieced together the original iron chains. He picked up the iron chains and pulled them a few times to make sure they were strong and satisfied.
nodded.
After doing this, Leng Buyu showed his evil and arrogant smile again and looked at the miserable man. With just one glance, the miserable man couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and felt very nervous in his heart.
Leng Buyu picked him up and pushed him to the prison railing. The miserable man was about to resist, but felt that his body was stiff again and could not move. Leng Buyu, on the other hand, used the pieced together iron chains to tie the miserable man to the jail.
on the prison railing.
The binding method made this miserable man's body straight, but his legs were slightly bent. It must be said that this way of binding and standing is really sinister.
That was all. Leng Buyu broke off a template from the prison railing on the side, took out a chest dagger and started working on it. After a while, a wooden board covered with wooden thorns appeared in his palm.
The sad man frowned slightly, his eyes still full of fear. He originally thought that Leng Buyu was just planning to make him stand like this, making his body tired and sore, but now it seems that it is not that simple.
Leng Buyu placed the template full of wooden thorns on the chin of the miserable man, raised his hand to his head, and took off the headband. Then, Leng Buyu even fastened the template full of wooden thorns with the headband.
It was firmly fixed on the miserable man's Adam's apple.
After doing all this, Leng Buyu nodded with satisfaction, walked aside and moved the
He took a chair and sat down against the wall. The miserable man thought Leng Buyu was doing something, but it was not as he suspected. Leng Buyu just sat there and began to close his eyes and meditate.
This miserable man had been staring closely at Leng Buyu, but Leng Buyu was really sitting there, with his arms folded in front of his chest, motionless and silent, like a statue.
Time passed little by little, and Leng Buyu counted the time with each breath. After about a cup of tea, a painful scream broke the peace. Along with the painful scream, Leng Buyu
Opened his eyes.
What I saw in front of me was this miserable man breathing heavily and staring at him with hateful eyes. And this miserable man's chin was covered in blood. Look at the wooden board full of wooden thorns at the position of his Adam's apple. The wooden thorns on the wooden board were red.
There is a lot of blood on the large wooden board.
Leng Buyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and stood up. He looked at the miserable man with a smile, and then said: "This dish is called the master bowing his head. How about it? The master bows his head, maybe he can answer questions for others?"
This miserable man was still breathing heavily, with fierce eyes, as if he wanted to peel off Leng Buyu's skin immediately, eat his flesh, and drink his blood. But he was a mermaid at the moment, and the man in front of him was Daozu.
Even though he was tortured to this point, the miserable man remained silent. When Leng Buyu saw him, he yawned and stretched again. Then he said nothing more and walked straight to the wall again and sat down.
on the chair.
For some reason, this miserable man now really hoped that Leng Buyu could say a few more words. But Leng Buyu just sat there with his legs crossed, his hands folded across his chest, and he continued to close his eyes and meditate.
When Leng Buyu closed his eyes and rested, he heard several more painful screams. But he was like a person in deep sleep, pretending to be deaf and unable to hear any sound.
The miserable man's painful screams appeared more than a dozen times, and Leng Buyu opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, the iron chain on the miserable man's body was partially broken by the ice, and turned back into a piece of ice.
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Without the restraints of the iron chain, the miserable man immediately collapsed and fell to the ground. This time he was knocked upside down, and there was another heartbreaking cry of pain. The wooden thorns on the wooden board were almost completely pierced.
His chin was broken. Some wooden thorns penetrated the bone and broke directly. The thickness of the toothpick that was not inserted, I am afraid it is not very possible to pull out these broken wooden thorns?
Leng Buyu leaned down, squatted next to the miserable man's head, and asked: "Do you understand? Do you mean to say or not?"
The miserable man opened his mouth but said nothing. He was silent and unhurried, just squatting there, waiting for the miserable man to speak.
Nearly a stick of incense passed and the blood flowing out of his chin almost solidified. The man finally spoke.
"If, if I confess, you, will you let me go? I, I need a new identity, a large sum of money, send me to Northern Qi, even Dongli..."
Without waiting for him to speak, Leng Buyu didn't have the patience to continue listening and just shook his head.
Shaking his head, the miserable man felt as if he had been struck by lightning, with his mouth open and a look of confusion on his face.
Leng Buyu looked at him with an expressionless face, and then said in a cold voice: "It's impossible to let you go. The only thing I can promise you is to give you a happy life. If you have family members, I, Mu Hanlou, can do it for you.
Take it away. As long as my Muhan Tower doesn't collapse, your family will have no worries."
The sad man chuckled and said helplessly: "If I heard you say this a few years ago, maybe I would agree..."
Before the miserable man could finish his words, Leng Buyu interrupted him with a sneer. Then, Leng Buyu still looked at the miserable man with cold eyes and said: "I don't care about your personal affairs, as I just said
, all your family members will definitely make them worry-free, but if you don’t have them, you don’t have to care about them.
Lose your life."
The miserable man stared at him with his mouth open and his eyes dull, without saying a word.
Leng Buyu stared at him, frowned slightly, and asked: "Have you thought about it clearly? Should you say it, or not say it?"
This miserable man didn't answer Leng Buyu's words, he raised his head and laughed. Leng Buyu also laughed like him.
But then, a heartbreaking pain started from his finger, making his whole body tremble. At this moment, there was a bloody finger in Leng Buyu's hand.
Seeing the severed fingers in Leng Buyu's hand, the miserable man immediately lowered his head to look at his hands. The moment he lowered his head, his chin was once again pierced with many wooden thorns. But compared with the pain, what he saw in his eyes was his left hand.
, one ring finger is missing.
Leng Buyu, this so-called contemporary swordsman, the treacherous thief of Muhan Tower, actually tore off one of his own fingers!
Ten fingers are connected to the heart. Who can understand if a broken finger hurts?
The pain from the severed finger made this miserable man's mind go blank for a moment and he was unable to think normally.
Leng Buyu looked at the miserable man's appearance, his face once again showed an expression of satisfaction. He chuckled, and then said: "This dish is called Breaking the Heaven Ladder!"
Breaking up the ladder?
This miserable man didn't quite understand why cracking fingers was called breaking the ladder. But later, this miserable man understood the meaning.
Leng Buyu didn't give the miserable man a chance to breathe, and grabbed his left hand again. This time, he held the index finger of the miserable man's left hand.
The miserable man was about to shout the word "no", but he felt a sharp pain again. At this moment, the pain had spread all over his body, and the sweat oozing out from everywhere on his body was now like a smear on his body.
The layer of oil is normal.
Leng Buyu looked at the detached index finger, looked at it carefully, and then said: "Looking at the thin callus on it, you are a hardworking person, but it's a pity, it's a pity, you practiced in the wrong direction!"
After finishing his words, Leng Buyu threw the severed finger aside casually as before. But this miserable man's eyes were hollow and his lips were white at the moment.
Leng Buyu patted the miserable man's face with his hand and said, "This hospitality feast has begun. If the guests are not satisfied, what will happen?"
"What a feast, you, you..."
The miserable man tried his best to stare hard at Leng Buyu. But Leng Buyu didn't care at all. Seeing that the miserable man still had the strength to contradict him, Leng Buyu nodded with satisfaction.
But then, this miserable man's nightmare began to continue.
The third one, the fourth one, after a while, his left hand was bare, and the five fingers were left to the southeast, northwest and northwest by Leng Buyu.
"Now do you know why this finger pulling is called breaking the ladder to heaven?"
Leng Buyu smiled again. Regular pain would disappear automatically after a period of time. But this finger-pulling punishment caused the pain to continue and increase, causing the person who was punished to almost have a brain collapse.
The appearance of the final collapse was really like a person who was full of hope and fantasy, climbing the ladder to heaven step by step, and finally fell from the sky. The ladder was almost at the end, and it was one step away from the previous day, but in the end, someone broke the ladder.
The man above him fell down and was shattered to pieces.
Since it is a ladder to heaven, how long should the falling process last? How can people who have never experienced the pain and fear during this period describe it?
Leng Buyu stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and said: "Although I guess I know who is behind you, you can't be sure until you speak. There are many dishes for this feast, so there is no need to rush to eat them all at once.
Taste it. Today, let’s pour this. Three days from now, there will be a dish called Two Dragons Spitting Beards. Then, be sure to taste it carefully!”