I held the ground with both hands and quickly fell backwards, but the wooden wheels of the prisoner car were pressing on my pants several times, and I was desperately trying to break free.

In the flash of lightning, Xia Qingqing's blood droplets also flew over my head, and buckled down on the head of the person who went straight to the top of the prisoner car.

I didn't have time to look at the scene in the car, I just frantically retreated, until the blood droplets collided with the iron plate of the prisoner car, and the rolling wheels stopped pressing against my pants.

As soon as I broke out in a cold sweat, black mist poured out of the car door.

The black mist on the car rushed towards me, and two pairs of miserable white ghost hands swept away the clouds and rushed straight to my chest.

"Open!" I shouted angrily and went straight to the opponent's ghost claw to block, but I didn't expect that the moment I touched the opponent's wrist, a miserable white face suddenly broke through the fog and was close to my face in an instant.

Before I could defend myself, Grimace let out a long roar, and sharp sound waves poured into my ears like a sword. I was dizzy and shook twice before falling unconscious.

By the time I woke up, I was tied to a cross-shaped stake.

The first thing I felt when I woke up was that my hands were in sharp pain, and when I looked sideways, I realized that I had two spikes nailed to my palms. The nails were a few inches long and drove the back of my hand into the stake a few inches deep, no wonder I woke up in pain.

I tried to move my hands a little before I was relieved - fortunately, the nails had passed through the cracks in my bones and had not broken my bones.

When I looked back, Xia Qingqing and the three of them were also tied to a cross stake and hung in the air. The only difference is that they don't have nails on their hands.

Juexin, who was hanging on my side, saw that I woke up, and said with a fierce smile: "Yes, you deserve it! Whoever asks you to stop the crime suppression prisoner car, you will wait for death! Wait for death!"

I didn't bother to go to the mad dog in my heart, and looked up at the woman: "That friend of the fox clan, shouldn't we get to know each other?"

The man smiled bitterly and said, "They are all dying people, why do you have to ask so much? My name is Chu Hanyan." ”

Chu Hanyan finally said his name.

As soon as I was about to speak, a cold voice came from the cell in the middle of the second floor: "Take the death row prisoner!"

"Hahaha......" Juexin laughed wildly: "Wang Huan, you're finished! You're completely finished! Now, only you are tied underneath." The death row prisoner he's talking about is you. You're going to die!"

Not only did I feel guilty, but I also felt that I was the death row inmate.

Between the doors of the two prison carts, I poured internal force into my arms—even if I had wasted my hands, I would not really sit still like a death row prisoner. In any case, I have to make the people who want to kill me pay something.

I only struggled for a moment, and then I found that the rope tied to my body was about to be staggered and tied to my meridians, and there was a rope to suppress it, and I couldn't use my true qi at all, so I could only watch as two jailers in soap clothes walked slowly in front of me.

The two of them should be the people who hid in the crime suppression prisoner car just now, but my ghost pupil secret technique can't see the slightest bit of life on them, are they zombies, or ghosts, or some kind of puppets?

Before I could see the two jailers for what they were, they suddenly turned and walked over to a detective hanging from the wall, standing beneath each other with their heads held high.

As soon as the two men stood firm, a prisoner cart slowly drove out of the cell on the second floor, and before the prisoner cart reached the edge of the platform, it turned around and pushed forward a few feet across the platform, crushing the rope that hung the probe, and the man immediately fell to the ground in a scream.

Without waiting for the other to fall to the ground, the two jailers grabbed the wooden frame and held the man in the air. The god explorer was already frightened, and kept begging for mercy: "You let me go, I have nothing to do with the Three-Eyed Clan, don't ......"

The man on the second floor shouted again, "Silence!"

A jailer reached out and grabbed the neck of the detective's hand, held the opponent's chin and lifted his face upward, pinched the opponent's cheeks, and pulled out a crochet needle from his body with his left hand, stretched it vertically into the opponent's mouth and gently lifted it upward, after a trace of blood oozed from the corner of the man's mouth, he could no longer say a word except for screaming and whimpering like a beast.

Executioner!

I've heard people say that in the executioner's profession, there are many vicious secret techniques called "silence" being one of them.

In ancient times, some death row prisoners had to be executed in public, but they were not allowed to talk nonsense, and the executioner usually tried to silence the prisoner before executing him.

The easiest way is to stuff something in the mouth of the death row inmate, and then use dumb medicine to poison the person dumb. However, both methods have drawbacks, and a discerning person can see the clue by looking at it, but it seems to be trying to cover it up. Methods like this, using a hook and throat needle to directly cut off the vocal cords of death row prisoners are the secret of executioners in ancient times.

These two jailers, whether they are ghosts or monsters, must have been the best of the executioners during their lifetimes.

I was in a state of astonishment when two jailers had dragged the detective to the round platform in the cell and inserted the cross stake into the center of the platform.

That's a guillotine!

I couldn't help but gasp, why didn't I think it would be a guillotine?

The man on the second floor didn't give me any more time to think: "Broken tendons!"

The two jailers each drew a scimitar and slashed across the man's hands and feet, and the sound of human tendons being broken by the knife suddenly caught his ears, and the body of the detective completely lost its strength to struggle, and hung limply on the cross.

"Broken Eyes!"

I thought that the next action of the jailer would be to gouge out the man's eyeballs, but I didn't expect them to take out a foot-long crutch-shaped steel drill from their bodies, one of them grabbed the head of the probe from behind, and the other used the steel drill to push the opponent's eyebrows, and quickly twisted the drill bit.

The steel diamond slowly pushed between the foreheads of the detective with the sound of broken bones, and the man's eyes almost widened out of his sockets, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't make a sound, and could only roar like a dying beast.

I heard the soft sound of bones being drilled through, and when it came from the hand of the probe, the executioner holding the steel drill quickly pulled back the drill bit, and without hurting the tissues in the other party's brain, he took the drill in his hand and retreated to the side.

"Nail it!"

After the sound from the second floor came again, the executioner pulled out a long nail, picked the scalp of the probe, put the nail, and nailed the nailed to the top of the opponent's head, and nailed it into the stake behind him.

"Incense!"

When the sound of the second floor resumed, the two executioners took out a hammer, nailed a hollow iron pipe into the top of the head of the detective, inserted a lit incense stick into the pipe, and retreated to the side of the wooden frame with their hands behind their backs again.

"Torture over!"

The man on the second floor stopped moving after only two words, and the two executioners walked back to the prisoner cart, turned the wheels and disappeared into the depths of a cell.

The cell was silent for a moment, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of breathing with fear.

After a short while, Juexin smiled madly: "Wang Huan, have you seen it, this is your end, you wait! They didn't kill you this time, the next person must be you." ”

I sneered, "You idiot, don't you understand? Those people are executing prisoners of the Three-Eyed Clan, and they have nailed me here, not to kill me first, but to treat me as the patriarch of the Three-Eyed Clan, and want me to see how the people are killed one by one." So, I'm definitely not going to die first. ”

Juexin's face changed suddenly, and I sneered again: "You said, when they were executed next time, I cried and begged them not to kill you, what about them?"

Juexin's face turned pale in an instant: "You, you...... You can't do that!"

I snorted coldly, "From now on, you'd better keep your mouth shut for me, I hear another idle fart, and I will definitely find a way to get them to kill you." ”

When Jue Xin lowered his head with a ruthless look, I turned my head to look at Chu Hanyan: "Miss Chu, I really want to know, why are you Qingqiu Fox Clan so interested in the Three-Eyed Secret Realm?"

Chu Hanyan said dejectedly: "At this time, is there any point in saying this?"

"Of course there is!" I said in a deep voice, "I always felt that until the end, everything has a life, maybe there is a way to live in this cell." ”

"Living?hehe......" Chu Hanyan smiled bitterly: "Didn't you hear the heart monk say that it was a crime suppression prison car? ”

I turned my head to look at Juexin: "That fake bald donkey over there, what is the prisoner car that you tell me?"

Jue Xin suppressed his anger and said, "The Crime Suppression Prisoner Car, I once saw it once in the secret record of the Divine Detective Hand. The person who carried out that mission was the Snow Demon Fox. According to the records of the secret records, they were going to explore the heaven-level forbidden area called the 'Hell Entrance'. ”

"At that time, the Detective Hands invested four hundred elites, and five elders led the team, but as a result, only a few people escaped from the forbidden area, and the others all died under the crime suppression prisoner car. ”

According to eyewitness accounts, the anti-crime prison cart belongs to the category of ingenious mechanisms, and there are at least 36 deadly mechanisms in a prisoner cart, and it is difficult to escape the catastrophe once the detective is chased by the prisoner car. At that time, those people were desperate to bring back the information of the prisoner car. ”

I heard this and interrupted my consciousness and said, "Are those prisoner vans moving on their own, or are they being manipulated?"

"Someone is manipulating!" Jue Xin said, "The one who is operating the prisoner cart is the kind of jailer just now." The Detectives didn't know their specific names, so they could only be called ghosts. However, they are certainly not ghosts. ”

I looked at Juexin, "Have you studied the ghost pawn in the Detective Hand?" and tell me the truth, it's very important. ”