Song Yan didn't have much time left.

In his estimation, if a demon sect like the Carrier Sect dares to appear in Shangjing, it must be fully prepared, and there is a psychological construction to survive at any time, and it will never rescue this group of people who are caught.

It is even likely that there will be special watchers in the vicinity of the operation team, and as soon as they found out that the team was caught, they immediately reported the situation to that side.

It's just that there will be some time lag in the delivery of this news, and the news will reach the rear, and the people of the Carrier Sect may not be able to clean up the whole thing as soon as possible, which is the opportunity left for Song Yan and others.

But in any case, there was definitely not much time left for Song Yan, and he didn't have time to wait for the two to interrogate slowly.

Pushing the door and walking into the dungeon of Shenwu Hall, there was a bloody smell in your face.

With the sanitary conditions of this era, it is difficult to achieve a comprehensive cleaning of the dungeon, or there is no manpower and material resources to carry out this step, and there is no need to sweep the dungeon cleanly - how can it be considered a dungeon without an eerie atmosphere?

Song Yan stepped into the dungeon, and several jailers quickly got up and looked at him with a little vigilance, until they saw Chen Zhi behind him, they breathed a sigh of relief and sat back one by one.

"Uncle Chen can even brush his face in the dungeon?" Song Yan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Chen Zhi curiously, muttering to himself in his heart.

As if he understood his expression, Chen Zhi's face was slightly dark, but he didn't say anything after all.

Under the guidance of the two torturers, Song Yan soon came to the depths of the dungeon, where the bald monk and his party were all detained separately and locked in one torture room, and dozens of torture instruments could be seen inside.

"What's this bald head called?" Song Yan asked, turning his head.

"This ......" The two couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, and they hesitated.

Song Yan snorted lightly, although he didn't say anything, the dissatisfaction in his demeanor was already undisguised, and the two of them couldn't help but feel complicated, both helpless and resentful.

Helplessly, people gave themselves the task, but as a result, they did not even torture the name of the prisoner, which was indeed a dereliction of duty on the part of the torturer; the indignant thing was that the prisoner in front of him did not accept the hard and soft food, and there was no reaction to the many punishments imposed on him.

Since this one is going to do it himself, it couldn't be better...... It's just better not to accidentally hit the heavy hand and blame them for killing people.

The two of them have been in Six Doors for many years, and this kind of thing has happened a lot, and laymen do torture work, and it is easiest to come up and toss the prisoner to death, and then he is really dead.

Song Yan ignored what the two of them thought, he stepped forward to take a look, and found that the bald monk was already covered with wounds of all sizes.

His lute bone had been completely penetrated, his ten fingers and nails were gone, the toes of one foot had been completely shattered, and there were blood stains on his inner thighs from the friction of ropes.

Obviously, the efficiency of the previous two was very high, and they had already tested a lot of punishments on this bald head, but they didn't see any effect, because the bald monk was raising his head and smiling disdainfully at Song Yan.

He didn't use the boring trick of spitting, which was meaningless to a martial artist at this level, he just said indifferently: "After I carry the sect monk into the foundation building, I have the ability to self-proclaim the five senses, and this kind of mortal punishment, Your Excellency still doesn't have to work in vain." ”

Song Yan didn't speak, just smiled, and then slowly walked in front of the bald monk, his eyes fixed on the other party's eyes.

The bald monk was slightly stunned, and when he was about to speak again, he found that an inexplicable golden light flashed in Song Yan's eyes, as if it was his hallucination, and nothing had happened.

Before he could react, an indescribable tingling pain had risen in the depths of his soul, so painful that he almost screamed, but the control of his body was completely deprived at this moment.

Not to mention yelling, he couldn't even move a finger, and this feeling exacerbated the pain in the depths of his soul.

When people are in pain, if they can have some venting actions, they can undoubtedly vent their pain, and at present, this feeling of not being able to move and can only passively bear the pain makes the bald monk truly understand what it means to "not be able to die".

In Song Yan's point of view, he actually only did two things.

After opening the "Big Buddha" state, he first cut off the connection between the bald monk himself and the thread on his head, and then along this thread, he slowly transmitted his own power into his body, unrelenting destruction.

This move made Song Yan have a deeper understanding of the "line", which should essentially be a spiritual line, but it was blessed by the power of luck...... Qi luck is indeed a real thing, but it is interfering with reality in a special way.

And this bald monk obviously can't have luck, his spiritual line is stuck, which means that he has lost control of his body, and at the same time, he has been invaded by Song Yan into the spiritual body, and that kind of pain is unimaginable to ordinary people.

In the eyes of Chen Zhi and the two torturers who fell to the side, Song Yan just stood calmly in front of the bald monk, and the latter spontaneously produced a series of amazing changes.

His skin quickly reddened, almost as if it was dripping blood, and his whole body was sweating like rain, and his muscles were bursting up one by one, as if he was suffering great pain.

Song Yan also noticed this scene - it seems that the autonomic nerves are not affected by the mental line, at least not completely, which is a new topic.

"Ahhhh

After only a moment, Song Yan took a step back, and the bald monk suddenly let out a terrible scream, and the whole person began to struggle violently, even biting out two of his own teeth, as if this was the only way to relieve his pain.

Song Yan didn't have time to listen to his howl, so he kicked him on the leg, and by the way, he also kicked off one of his calves: "If you don't want to experience it again, shut up for me." ”

The bald monk immediately shut his mouth, the small pain in his body was a distraction compared to the pain he had endured before—he wished he could break another leg.

Song Yan didn't bother to say anything more to him, and said directly: "Where are the rest of the Carrier Sect?"

The bald monk of "Sanqian Street ......" quickly reported an address without the slightest hesitation.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he was about to speak, the bald head hurriedly said: "Don't dare to hide it, Zhang only wants to die, and never wants to experience the previous purgatory ...... again."

Song Yan nodded, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the interrogation room, and said to the two torturers at the same time: "You stay and continue the interrogation, and dig out all the information on his body for me." ”

"Yes!" the two looked at each other and hurriedly said yes in unison.