The West Factory is located in a prison below ground level. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lao He was still chained to the wooden support by huge chains, and his body was stained with blood, some of which had been dried by the wind from a long time ago, and some of which had just flowed fresh blood.

Lao He's hair is dry and messy, in the slightest polite words, it is not even as good as the messy straw that is most commonly used to describe messy, this should be since Lao He came in, he has not washed his hair, and Feng Weizheng will not take care of such a trivial matter, and the Jinyi Wei here is naturally too lazy to give birth to such kindness.

In this prison, where the underground space is not very large, a brocade-clothed guard is lying peacefully on the place where the two seats are put together, and his expression is more leisurely.

He took a sip of water, then looked at Lao He who was locked there and said: "Old guy, you can still keep your mouth closed so firmly after such a long time, to be honest, I also admire you, such a criminal law, if it is replaced by someone else, let alone survive until now, it is a question whether it can last for two days." ”

Lao He didn't make a sound, and it was a question of whether he even listened or not.

And this brocade guard had expected that there would be no answer to his words, so he didn't have the same knowledge as Lao He, and still lay on the two chairs by himself and spoke.

"Before, there were always people here, so I didn't let you do anything too much, and I had to be taboo if anyone suddenly came in, so I can't help it if you don't say it, after all, you have a hard mouth, today is different, I don't know what kind of big task I took on, and suddenly I have to transfer a lot of Jinyi Wei, no, a few guys who worked with me have gone, and it is estimated that it will take a day or two to come back."

"Then these two days are the time for the two of us, how about it, do you want to think about it again, tell me what they want to know, and you can avoid these flesh and skin pains."

Lao He still didn't have any answer, but he was locked on a huge wooden frame and suddenly frowned.

He didn't answer the words of the brocade guard, it didn't mean that he didn't listen, he really didn't plan to listen, but when he heard the later sentence, some of the brocade guards were transferred away to do one thing, and at this time, Lao He suddenly gathered his spirit from the godlessness.

What kind of task to gather so many brocade guards!

He hadn't heard of it before, and he hadn't seen it since he arrived at the West Factory.

Then this matter must not be a trivial matter.

Lao He immediately remembered Chen Liang preconceivedly.

Thinking of what Feng Weizheng said before, could it be that his news really reached the Ancient Sect and reached Chen Liang's ears.

Lao He's brows furrowed even more.

Chen Liang was raised by him and taught by him, so what kind of person Chen Liang is and what kind of character he is, he naturally knows it, he knows Chen Liang's temperament, and he knows that after learning the news of himself, he will definitely come, and no one can stop him.

And now it seems that indeed, Chen Liang is very likely to have come.

So the action of the West Factory is either to arrest Chen Liang, or it is designed to trap Chen Liang.

Both of these are possible.

Lao He was suddenly a little anxious in his heart.

He can fall into the hands of Jin Yiwei, but Chen Liang must not fall into the hands of Jin Yiwei.

He hoped that Chen Liang could see that this was actually a trap, but he knew that Chen Liang was indeed much smarter, but Chen Liang, who had never been in the world, was definitely not the opponent of an old fox like Feng Weizheng, and even he was planted in Feng Weizheng's hands, so as long as Chen Liang came, it was estimated that it would be difficult to escape from Feng Weizheng's palm.

Lao He was naturally anxious, but he was locked here, and he couldn't have any strength at all.

At this time, the brocade guard had already stood up from the two chairs that had been put together, took out a pair of scorching iron hooks from the stove, and walked in front of Lao He.

The iron hook had been scorched by the flames and made it transparent, and it looked like a piece of yellow jade.

Around the hook, the air has been visibly distorted due to the extremely high temperatures.

Jin Yiwei said out loud without any disapproval: "How about it, have you thought about it, do you want to speak in advance, in this case, I can still have a reason to persuade myself to put the iron hook back." ”

Lao He didn't have any words, not even any movements.

Jin Yiwei seemed to have expected this scene for a long time.

So without any big reaction, the brocade guard just smiled, and then said loudly: "It seems that I want to bring you some appetizers first." ”

As he spoke, the iron hook in his hand stabbed directly into Lao He's skin.

Lao He, who has been tortured countless times, has reached the point where his skin will burst at the slightest prick.

It's no wonder that they have to endure so much torture every day, and even this kind of skin burning and piercing is almost commonplace.

Every day, I have to endure the burning and stinging of the iron hook, and the skin is broken and just scarred, and I am about to be burned and broken by the iron hook, so it is already commonplace to repeat it over and over again.

The iron hook stabbed into Lao He's flesh as usual.

The stinging pain also made Lao He more sober as usual.

Pain is such a thing, even if it is experienced for a long time, it will not be really numb.

Because Lao He didn't react in the slightest, this brocade guard didn't have the slightest fun to continue, even if Lao He wasn't bored with such a move, he was already bored.

He took the iron hook out of Lao He's flesh and threw it into the water on the side.

There was a puff of billowing white smoke.

And Lao He's wound was still dripping with blood.

The brocade guard walked back to the two chairs, took a sip of water, and then walked back in front of Lao He.

A braid was taken from the cabinet full of torture equipment, which, unlike most whips in the world, was not made of leather, but of iron chains, and the metal sound coming from it could be heard when it was gently lifted.

Instead of picking up all the whips, the brocade guard deliberately dragged them to the ground, causing the metal whips to hiss.

In his opinion, this kind of sound is enough to stimulate Lao He's nerves.

"How's it going, have you thought about it? Don't you think the pain just now is not too enjoyable? ”

Lao He glanced at the brocade guard and said loudly: "Now that you know the answer, don't you be tired if you still have to say it?" ”

The brocade guard laughed twice.

"The bones and mouth are so hard, they make me feel annoying, you should be glad that the above did not decide to kill you, otherwise, I will torture you to death."

"Then let's watch between us and see who dies first."

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