Gu Ying's face was directly deflected, and blood droplets oozed from the corners of his mouth, but Gu Yi's eyes did not have the slightest sense of distress, and his eyes were extremely cold, not like a father looking at his son at all.

"Do you know what's wrong with this?" Gu Yi asked coldly.

Gu Ying calmly turned his head and looked directly into Gu Yi's eyes, but he still had a bright smile on his face, but the blood stains hanging on the corners of his lips were shocking, but his eyes were full of smiles, as if the person who was beaten was not him.

"I know it's wrong." Gu Ying obediently said.

"Useless waste, if you know your mistakes, then you won't be punished?" There was not the slightest mercy in Gu Yi's tone, and he treated Gu Ying as if he were an enemy.

"Yes." Gu Ying nodded slightly, and turned away in silence.

Gu Yi looked at Gu Ying's back, and his eyes were full of disgust.

Who would have thought that there would be such a discord between the hall master of the Bloody Demon Temple and his own son?

Gu Ying slowly walked out of Gu Yi's sight, the smile on his face was not reduced by half, and the disciples of the Blood Demon Hall who walked by his side all subconsciously lowered their heads the moment they saw Gu Ying, not daring to look at the wolf on Gu Ying's face.

This is not the first time this situation has happened, and the hall master, who has always been kind and calm, doesn't know why, he is so ruthless to the young master, Gu Ying was like this when he was young, Gu Yi's harshness and severity to him made onlookers feel worried, originally people thought that this was the blood hall lord Wangzi Jackie Chan would be so strict, but Gu Yi was not so harsh when he treated his daughter Gu Xinyan at all, but like a real father, although there were also strict times, but more for Gu Xinyan's love and spoiling.

If no one walked by the ancient shadow in the Blood Demon Palace, the red five finger prints on his face and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth made people dare not take a second look, and he walked alone to the dungeon of the Blood Demon Palace, which was the place where the disciples of the Blood Demon Hall were punished.

The various torture instruments in the dark and damp dungeon were terrifying, and the disciples in the prison immediately stepped forward to salute when they saw the ancient shadow appear.

Gu Ying ignored them completely, and walked straight to Xingjia.

"I'll take the punishment." The ancient shadow wind opened lightly.

The men guarding the dungeon glanced at each other, stepped forward silently, and after helping Gu Ying remove his coat and leaving only a thin undershirt, they tied him to Xingjia.

The crackling sound instantly echoed through the gloomy dungeon, and it was particularly harsh in the silence.

The sound lasted for half a day, and did not stop until late at night.

The disciple who carried out the punishment had already retreated from the dungeon, and in the dim dungeon, only the ancient shadow covered in blood was tied to the torture rack alone, hanging his head slightly, his thin underwear had been beaten to pieces, and the blood stains on the skin and flesh of the staggered and crisscrossed leather whips on his body were solidified in the wounds, but only the handsome face had no scars, but it was already pale and bloodless.

Gu Ying's eyes were closed, his hair was slightly messy, and he was still held to the torture rack by the ropes that bound his hands as if he had fallen asleep.

Quietly, a black shadow walked out of the dim light, looking at the ancient shadow tied to the torture rack and frowning slightly.

"Young master."

The Shadow's eyes snapped open, and he lifted his head, a long whip from his neck extending from the base of his ear to his collarbone.