Chapter 1093

night.

In the moonlight.

"My Lord, this should be it?"

Standing tens of meters above the ground, Zheng Xuan looked down at a building on the ground below. Two golden flames were burning out of thin air in his eyes, so that he could see through the mud and stone and directly see the situation inside the building.

Wang Jiu stood beside him, closed his eyes, nodded and said, "yes, here it is. According to the meaning of the master, don't kill people first. You need to dig out some information from the other party. "

Then he turned his head and looked at Zheng Xuan

"By the way, you mentioned the function of willpower before and a little bit. It seems that there is a way of insight into people's heart to torture evil people. Will you?"

"Nature is the God of the City God, and torture is one of the necessary means." Zheng Xuan nodded.

"Well, let's go down." Wang Jiu's eyes twinkled.

……

At this point.

In the club below.

"Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey... "

Chen is always sitting on the sofa, holding a woman with exposed clothes up and down. The desk in front of him is full of cigarette ends. His eyes are red and he seems to be venting. His hands are very powerful.

"Ah! Mr. Chen, you're too hard. It hurts... It really hurts... "

The voice of women's pain rang out.

Same second.

Under the table, another woman's voice came: "Mr. Chen, I'm going to vomit too. Don't make such an effort... It's hard..."

However.

They haven't finished yet.

Chen always has the facial expression to twist, mercilessly a slap to draw on the face of the woman in the bosom, the furious roar way:

"I'm in a bad mood now. What did I ask you to do? Is to vent! Shut up, no matter how painful it is! Two bitches, you're going to be coquettish and cute here. What are you going to put in there? "

Scolding and scolding.

Chen always suddenly feel in front of a flower, his whole person unexpectedly from the club room, suddenly appeared in a strange place.

Look up.

It's a big iron railing.

Looking around, I saw three sealed walls, covered with all kinds of ferocious instruments of torture, burning a furnace of hot metal.

I don't know what happened, but he appeared in an ancient prison.

no

It's a room for torture!

Chen total's double eyes suddenly shrink into two needle tips, inside all is fear: "how to return a responsibility?"? What's going on? Why am I here? "

He screamed in horror, stepped back, and suddenly stepped on a sticky, fleshy thing.

Subconsciously, Chen always looks down.

He stepped on

It was a face of a dead man with a ferocious and twisted expression, full of blood stains, the mouth opened to the maximum, and looked extremely painful.

Look carefully, that face

It was himself!

"Ah

Instant, Chen always scared of crazy shout, the whole person lose balance, a buttock fell on the ground.

He wanted to get up, but between his hands on the ground, it was sticky. When he looked up, it was full of blood, black and caked blood.

"Ah! Is anyone here? What the hell is this? Please, if there are people, come out quickly! "

Chen always crazy yelled, to the end, the voice with a trace of cry.

But.

here.

There was nothing but this narrow prison.

Farther away, all around, outside.

It's all dark, as if it's going to engulf one's soul.

I don't know how long it took.

Chen always finally no longer yells, also can be regarded as slightly restored a little calm, his whole person squats in the corner, shivering.

Not afraid, but cold.

After all, the horror of the scene at first look at fear, see more, people will slowly numb.

But the cold

It's really cold!

Even cold inexplicable!

That cold, not from the body, but from the depths of the soul, no matter how much clothing can not stop.

Soon, cold, as time goes on, there is a little more pain, like a skate in the bone of the kind of pain.

Chen always feels that he is about to die.

"Anybody? If someone is here, please come out quickly, I don't want to die! Don't kill me! I really don't want to die... "

Chen always completely broke.

Tears, runny nose, crazy flow out, covered his face, he raised his head to shout that moment, exposed eyes, is naked fear.

Nothing scares him more than now.

A man who was as like as two peas in the face of unknown terror, and still had to endure the cold as if from the depths of his soul, and the pain that was growing like a snake.

He can feel it.

I'm getting closer to death.

The feeling of waiting for death to come, and the despair of being abandoned by the world and placed in a place of darkness and terror, constantly eroded his heart.

Mr. Chen.

It's completely broken!

His eyes gradually blurred and his reason gradually disappeared. When he looked at the corpse not far from him, he even began to doubt whether it was himself.

In fact, he was already dead.

And now this is the place where he died again and again

"Anybody? I'm... Wrong! I'm wrong... "

Chen's voice is getting lower and lower. He constantly asks for mercy and says that he is wrong, but he doesn't know why he is wrong.

He just knows.

He must have done something wrong.

……

In the private room of the club.

Two women in untidy clothes have passed out.

"It's good for him to be able to survive one death and then collapse the second time."

Zheng Xuan stood in the void, looking down coldly, squatting in the corner, constantly shouting his wrong middle-aged man, said blandly.

"He's scared to death by himself. Let's ask questions while we still have time." Wang Jiu stood aside and said faintly.

The torture of ghosts and gods comes from the torture of human heart.

For example, the prison room that the middle-aged man Chen Zong saw was just a manifestation of his inner fear. What Zheng Xuan did was to use the willpower as a guide to enlarge this fear infinitely and let Chen Zong torture himself.

"It's true that I'm too timid. I don't have to wait."

Zheng Xuan nodded and raised his hand slightly. Suddenly, a white light came out of his fingers and disappeared into the middle-aged man's eyebrow.

Soon.

The white light flew out of the middle-aged man's eyebrows again, and stopped in front of Zheng Xuan and Wang Jiu. After a little meal, it suddenly scattered into a white light.

In the white light.

We can see the flash of scenes.

A furnace burning to boiling hot metal, narrow prison, dead body on the ground, squatting in the corner of the wall shivering Chen Zong.

also.

One can't see the face clearly, but is called by Chen Zong as the vague figure of Prince Wang.

Chen is always talking to fuzzy human form.

"Tell me, where are Chen Fengyun, Chen Baocai and others Blur human form.

Chen Zong: "I don't know, Mr. Wang, I really don't know!

Since the news of your return came, the master... No, Chen Fengyun, that bastard with his own family suddenly disappeared.

Although I'm a senior member of the family, I'm just a sidekick. In fact, I have no hostility to you, Mr. Wang. You are the enemy of those bastards who are in the main line! "

Then.

Fuzzy figure and asked a few questions, Chen always one by one fast answer, sincere incomparable, it seems absolutely nothing to hide.

Unfortunately, they were not what Zheng Xuan and Wang Jiu wanted.

In the private room of the club.

The picture of white light evolution continues.

The middle-aged man squatting in the corner of the wall, however, fell to the ground quietly and became a corpse that nobody paid attention to.