Facing the strong murderous intent of the Blood Worship Sect Master, the old god stick was covered in cold sweat, and he felt that his calves and stomach were about to cramp.

He didn't know where he had exposed his feet, but he actually showed the Blood Worship Sect Master a clue.

Of course, it is also possible that the Blood Worship Sect Master deliberately tried to make him reveal the truth.

He swallowed hard, stiffened his head, and said with a smile: "Isn't it difficult for you to be a strong man? Han Ye has died in the ancient tomb, where can I find Han Ye's whereabouts for you?"

"You really don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin. ”

The Blood Worship Sect Master smiled coldly, five fingers and one finger, and grabbed the void, and the items on the old god stick's body seemed to be attracted by a huge magnet.

It flew out of his pocket automatically and flew into the hands of the Blood Worship Sect Master.

The Blood Worship Sect Master threw away the superfluous things, picked up the old god's mobile phone and flipped through it, and the ridicule on his face became a little more intense.

"Didn't you say that Han Ye is dead, and there is no news of Han Ye? Why did you receive a call from Han Ye an hour ago? Could it be that Han Ye's ghost called you?"

As soon as the old god stick saw the Blood Worship Sect Master looking at his mobile phone, his face changed slightly, and now when he heard the Blood Worship Sect Master say this, his face suddenly turned like ashes, and he knew that today he was only afraid that the time limit had come, and it would be difficult to escape.

He's really smart, and he's confused for a while.

Han Ye's old mobile phone has been lost, this is a new number, his memory is not as good as before, and he is afraid of forgetting, so he quickly wrote it down in the phone book.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he writes it down, but the problem is that he actually forgot to delete the call record and grabbed the handle for the Blood Worship Sect Master!

The Blood Worship Sect Master was not a fool, how could he not know that Han Ye was still alive when he saw the call records?

The old god secretly complained in his heart, feeling that he was really fierce and auspicious today, and he was afraid that this old life would not be saved.

"That was Han Ye's parents, who called me on Han Ye's mobile phone, asking me about Han Ye's previous situation and talking about nostalgia. "The old god stick made his last dying throes, and the reason he just said was hard for him to believe.

The Blood Worship Sect Master saw that the old god stick had reached the point of exhaustion, and he was still talking nonsense with his eyes open, and his heart was even more angry and impatient.

He didn't bother to talk nonsense with the old god stick anymore, and with a wave of his hand, a huge force with a strong wind surged out of his palm, whistling towards the old god stick.

The old god stick was hit by that huge force, and the whole person instantly flew upside down a few meters away, and slammed into the wall with a "bang".

His whole body was stuck on the wall, his internal organs seemed to be displaced, his eyes were black, he couldn't even breathe, and his mouth was salty and full of blood.

He opened his mouth and inhaled heavily, trying to make his breathing smooth, and the cold voice of the Blood Worship Sect Master floated from the front.

"Since you don't eat the toast, then you can only eat the penalty wine. I'm a person with limited patience, so you'd better not waste my time.

This is only a small lesson, and if your answer does not satisfy me, you will realize how insignificant the pain is now. ”

Say, where is Han Ye?"

The old god stick slowly raised his head, looked at the Blood Worship Sect Master, and then spat out a mouthful of blood foam with difficulty: "Didn't I already tell you? Han Ye is dead, I really don't know where he is." ”

The Blood Worship Sect Master's face flashed with blue anger: "Old fellow, it's all at this point, you are still hard with me! I want to see if your bones are hard, or my methods are powerful!"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his five fingers, aimed at the old god's right hand, and then slowly retracted it.

The old god stick immediately felt that an invisible force had fallen on the fingers of his right hand.

This terrifying force was like a walnut tong, clamping his fingers fiercely, and then crushing his fingers like walnuts, little by little!

This process was deliberately slowed down and lengthened, so that he could clearly understand the sound of his bones shattering, so that he could more fully appreciate the severe pain caused by the shattering finger bones.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the heart-rending pain made the old god stick tremble all over his body, and large beads of sweat fell down his face in a line.

He couldn't help but hiss loudly, and his voice was so terrible that even those who had a little sympathy couldn't help but feel compassion.

However, the Blood Worship Sect Master was hard-hearted, his expression remained unchanged, and he still strengthened his strength unhurriedly, and continued to crush the fingers of the old god stick one by one.

When the third finger of the old god stick was crushed into pieces under the tremendous force of the Blood Worship Sect Master, he could no longer bear this severe pain, his head tilted, and he fainted in pain.

The Blood Worship Sect Master is a veteran of torture, he has seen this situation a lot, and he has already had a way to deal with it.

With a flick of his index finger, a stream of true qi **** came out of his fingertips and injected into the old god stick.

The old god's body shook, his head moved, and he woke up from his coma.

As far as his current situation is concerned, he is in a state of coma, and he may be a little happier.

When he woke up, the intense pain hit him like a tide again, making his life worse than death.

The Blood Worship Sect Master looked at the old god's distorted face, and said lightly: "I can torture you like this forever, so that every bone in your body is shattered inch by inch like your fingers, but I will keep you awake until you die without a complete body." ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly softened his cold tone and said temptingly, "Or...... You can tell me Han Ye's whereabouts, and I'll let you live.

You are not my target, Han Ye is, you just accidentally got involved in this trouble.

Why should he suffer so much torture for nothing for such an irrelevant person, and lose his life?"

The old god stick laughed miserably: "Even if I told you Han Ye's whereabouts, I couldn't escape death, you and I both know it, why bother saying these deceitful words." ”

The Blood Worship Master said, "But you can at least die a little more comfortably without having to suffer so much inhuman torture. I may not be able to spare you, but I can promise you a good time. ”

The old god stick raised his head weakly, looked at the blood worship sect leader and said: "I have been mixed in Nanling for decades, and I have always been just the lowest level of the Jianghu god stick, even among those fortune tellers who set up stalls, I am also the worst one in business.

But since I met Han Ye's kid, my life has changed drastically.

I became the most famous feng shui master in Nanling, made a lot of money, ate good food, lived in a big house, and even those big bosses and officials who were unattainable and didn't even look at me with a straight eye now respect me and treat me like a guest.

I had never even dreamed of such a good day before, but now it has all become a reality.

But I know very well that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

I have gained so much from Han Ye, and one day I will repay it.

I always hoped that this day would come later, but I didn't expect it to come so soon.

Since I'm here, then I have to accept my fate.

I have lived such a long and comfortable life with Han Ye, and it is time for me to repay.

You can do it, as for Han Ye's whereabouts...... I don't have much to say. “

When the Blood Worship Sect Master heard this, his eyes were full of murderous intent, but his tone became more and more flat: "I really have always underestimated you, I originally thought that you were just a greedy for money and a cowardly gangster, but I didn't expect your bones to be so hard."

But you know, it's not a good thing to have hard bones.

The harder your bones are, the more you suffer, and the more miserable you die!"

After speaking, as soon as his five fingers tightened, he planned to continue the torture and crush the bones of the old god's whole body one by one to vent the hatred in his heart.

When he was about to make a move, his eyes fell on the old god's mobile phone, and he suddenly changed his mind again.

He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Han Ye according to the mobile phone number saved on it