"Woooooo Little Flat Tou howled with a big mouth, and his miserable voice echoed throughout the cellar.

Yan Murong was very trustworthy, he didn't beat him, and he didn't use more cruel means, he just tapped the tear duct under the corner of his eye twice-and then he cried, crying was a miserable rain, and he couldn't stop if he wanted to.

"How? Amazing, right? Yan Murong asked with a smile on his face.

Magical? It's really amazing - it's just that Xiao Pingtou didn't realize until now that it was really uncomfortable to cry for a long time. I couldn't help but feel that my eyes were swollen, my eyeballs seemed to fall out, and my nose was so sore that it felt like I had been punched.

"But I really admire you." Yan Murong took out his mobile phone, looked at the time, and said. "It's been ten minutes and you haven't spoken, I'm a little upset when I hear you cry, let's change it."

As he spoke, Yan Murong lowered his body, pressed Xiao Ping's head to the ground, and pointed his fingers towards the middle of the Zhimur acupoint and the Jingmen acupoint on his waist.

"Woo-ha, ha-ha, haha-ha!"

In an instant, Xiao Pingtou, who was crying to death just now, suddenly grinned and laughed, coupled with the snot and tears still hanging on his face and the mud stuck in the cellar, his not very outstanding face suddenly became fancy.

"This is the legendary point, it's amazing, isn't it?" Yan Murong laughed proudly, looked at the little flat head that was rolling with laughter and said. "This one, it's the laughing acupoint - it's not recorded in the atlas, of course, it's the old man in our family who found it, according to the rules, he has the right to name this acupoint, but the old man is lazy, so it's called the laughing acupoint, but it's also accurate, isn't it?"

"You-kill, kill me. Ha, haha-" Xiao Pingtou shouted while laughing, and his speech was a little intermittent because he was about to laugh out of breath.

He knew that if he continued to laugh like this, he would smile crookedly, or lose half his life.

Devil, this man is a devil.

"Are you throwing in the towel?" Yan Murong tapped on his waist again before he stopped laughing. "Well, since you admit defeat, that is, I won, according to the previous agreement, you have to tell me what I want to know."

"Y-you're going to kill me." Xiao Pingtou gasped and said.

"Okay, let's go ahead." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and clicked twice on his neck and chest.

"Ahh

Little Flat let out a scream no less than that of a live pig, and then his bound body rubbed on the ground like a caterpillar—rolling as he rubbed back.

Itchy, his whole body was strangely itchy, like piles of little bugs crawling in his veins.

He wanted to kill himself, but as soon as he bit his tongue, a heart-piercing pain made him give up on it.

"Don't bother." Yan Murong said. "It's impossible for you to kill yourself - let's put it this way, you now feel five times more pain than a normal person, and if you can get out of your mouth, I really admire the five bodies to the ground."

"Devil, you are the devil." Xiao Pingtou was rubbing desperately on the ground, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"The devil?" Yan Murong said with an innocent face. "You have wronged me, compared to the old man of our family, I can be regarded as merciful-you see, I said that you don't need to hurt you by cruel means, how trustworthy I am, besides, the wound on your face was caused by yourself, don't blame me."

"Kill me, kill me!" The little flat-headed voice was full of begging shouts.

"Not really." Yan Murong looked embarrassed. "In this case, my credibility will be ruined, and I said that I can't kill you if I don't kill you."

"Don't worry, bear with me, just endure it again." Yan Murong had a good gentleman's expression on his face, and comforted Xiao Pingtou on the ground, who was worse than death. "If you keep going, it's been eighteen minutes, it's almost over, you're about to win."

To be honest, what Yan Murong said to him was really sincere—until now, no one had been able to last more than ten minutes under his three men—and of course, no one had ever been tortured by him like this.

When the old man taught him these three tricks, Yan Murong, who had been brutally abused by the old man for a long time, had the idea of using these three tricks to take revenge on the old man. So, while the old man was sleeping, he secretly ran into the old man's room.

As a result, in the middle of the night that day, there was a burst of ghost crying wolf howling in the small mountain village where Yan Murong and the old man lived, and many people who laughed almost had a heart attack. Even the beasts in the mountains that are usually fierce and can no longer be fierce, are shivering and hiding in their nests, not daring to come out to hunt for food.

“――”

Xiao Pingtou can't afford to have a trace of hatred for Yan Murong now, but he admires it a little in his heart.

Look, people just torture themselves to death with their fingers. This method of coercing confessions is really unheard of.

In their line of work, they inevitably use some interrogation to extract confessions, but the methods they use are more cruel and bloody - such as cutting off someone's hand without saying anything, or cutting off someone's ear or something like that.

This approach is straightforward and useful. But Yan Murong's methods let him know that the most ruthless person in the world is not a killer, but a doctor.

"Looks like I'm going to lose, you've been holding on for twenty minutes." Yan Murong looked at his phone and said.

"I—I said." Xiao Pingtou completely collapsed and cried out for mercy.

"Huh? Are you willing to say that? Yan Murong asked excitedly.

"I said, I'll say anything, you stop." Xiao Pingtou yelled anxiously.

"Well, I thought I was going to lose, but I still won - let me think, how many times did I win a bet with someone? Three times or four times? Yan Murong said as he tapped a few times on Xiao Pingtou's body.

"Whew!" The itching sensation on his body was gone, and the little flat head was wearing a rough breath.

This demon was really right, and he really left him with half his life.

"Whew!" Xiao Pingtou let out a long breath, tilted his head, looked at Yan Murong and said. "I'll tell you whatever you want to ask, but I have one condition."

"You're still qualified?" Yan Murong was stunned.

"Don't, don't do it, you listen to me." Xiao Pingtou hurriedly said, he was afraid that Yan Murong would give him two more blows, that kind of feeling, he didn't want to experience it again in his life-no, in the next ten lifetimes.

"Say it." Yan Murong nodded and said.

"I-" Xiao Pingtou hesitated for a moment, and said. "I'm going to follow you."