People's tolerance of pain is contrary to the characteristics of many things, and the development of many things is a cyclical and gradual process, and people's pain is different, at the beginning is the most unbearable, after a long time, people's pain nerves will slowly get used to this pain, and then slowly numb.

The hunchbacked old man obviously understood this truth, and he could feel the changes in the pain nerves of the other party from the shouts of people, so when Ziwen felt slightly better, a bamboo stick was also inserted into the tip of the index finger of his left hand, so a new pain continued to stimulate his nerves.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain in the fingertips is like the pain in the heart.

But Ziwen didn't speak, nor did he beg for mercy, because he knew what he said, Chen Jiaguo wouldn't believe it, and even if he begged for mercy, Chen Jiaguo wouldn't let him go.

Ziwen is not stupid, he just thinks of everyone very kindly.

And in the eyes of many people, kindness is actually a kind of stupidity.

Because wisdom itself is evil.

Ziwen's only hope is that his wife will not suffer such inhuman suffering.

The hunchbacked old man is a very professional executioner, and after many years of experience, he knows where a person's body is most vulnerable, knows when it is most appropriate to use punishment, and he can make people more sober when they are in pain.

He was very attentive, sacred, and careful in every execution, as if he was doing a great thing that could not be desecrated, looking for an 'art' that only he knew how to appreciate.

In just half a day, Ziwen's whole body was greeted by the hunchbacked old man, and wherever the old man's hand stopped, there would be a heart-rending pain spreading.

The hysterical screams made Ziwen's throat very hoarse, and his strength was exhausted due to struggle, but the will in his heart was like a rock, and he did not move a bit, and even he had his own cultivation experience of the "Nine Yang Sutra" passed on to him by Tang Bai.

Just like the first layer of the "Nine Yang Sutra", wake up.

His understanding of the awakening is different from that of Tang Bai, who believes that the awakening of the mind is to understand more clearly what he needs, and not to change his mind because of external factors.

Yiyang wakes up his heart, his heart is not confused, he is burned by fire, and his will is not moved.

The hunchbacked old man made him hurt once, and he extinguished a thought in the sea of consciousness, and the more this happened, the stronger and purer his mind became, and he seemed to hear a strange sound, like Zen chanting, and like the sound of a student reading aloud, and in a trance, he seemed to hear other strange sounds, like a sage spreading knowledge, like a sage teaching all souls.

The hunchbacked old man hadn't said a word since he entered the secret room, and his breathing had been very subtle and steady, but his ears were listening very carefully to Ziwen's screams, and he could tell a person's inner changes from the screams.

Slowly, the hunchbacked old man's face changed, and he did not have the kind of depressed, unbearable, and depraved thoughts in pain from Ziwen's screams, but instead had a kind of thriving and hopeful tenacity, like a little spark floating in the wind and rain, but it was never extinguished, waiting for the spark to ignite.

Human life is fragile, but human hearts can be strong.

When Chen Jiaguo walked into the secret room, the hunchbacked old man put down the torture instrument in his hand and said calmly: "Helper, there is nothing you can do about it." ”

Chen Jiaguo looked at him with some incredulity and asked, "You say it again!"

The hunchbacked old man said coldly: "His will seems to be getting stronger with the pain in his body! ”

Chen Jiaguo frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

The hunchbacked old man said, "I'm not interesting. After speaking, he no longer paid attention to Chen Jiaguo, packed up the torture tools in his hand, and slowly walked out of the secret room.

Chen Jiaguo looked at the scarred Ziwen and said: "Brother Ziwen, even the famous ghosts on the rivers and lakes can't do anything about you, you really admire you." ”

Ziwen endured the great pain, and said with a hoarse smile: "Chen Jiaguo, my Ziwen is also a man. ”

Chen Jiaguo shook his head and said: "You are wrong, no matter how strong a person is, give me a knife to cut him into pieces; And your performance is a bit abnormal, and it seems that there is something really wrong with the "Awakening Formula" you wrote to me. ”

Ziwen sighed and said, "Am I really wrong?"

Chen Jiaguo said: "You are right, if you were me, you would not pass on your fate to others." ”

Ziwen said to himself: "I was wrong!"

Chen Jiaguo said: "Yes, you are wrong, I once met a man with a very similar temperament to you in this secret room, do you guess how I will deal with him in the end?" He didn't wait for Ziwen to speak, and beckoned behind him.

So, two men in sackcloth escorted Zhao Min in again.

Zhao Min looked at Ziwen, sighed lightly, and then walked to Ziwen's side and gently stroked his eyes, his eyebrows, his nose, and his lips.

Her hands are gentle, just like the way she looks at him, there is a gentleness that makes people feel intoxicated.

Ziwen wanted to speak, but she blocked his mouth and smiled softly in his ear: "Ziwen, you are a very great person, you will definitely become a very great person, the concubine is happy at this moment, you have to remember that Chen Jiaguo asks you to practice the exercises again, you must not tell him, not even a word can be told to him, only then can you save your life." ”

Ziwen seemed to think of something, his eyes widened, and he shook his head desperately.

But his strength was too much exertion, and he could only look at his wife begging.

Zhao Min's eyes became more and more gentle when she saw Ziwen, and she said softly: "When they brought the concubine here, the concubine knew that they couldn't deal with you, and the concubine knew that she would be their tool to deal with you, and this might be their last resort." ”

She sighed, and then whispered lightly: "Silly brother, you have to take care of yourself in the future and find a woman who loves you more." After speaking, he glanced at Ziwen nostalgically.

This glance, she seems to engrave Ziwen's figure in her heart forever, this glance makes her smile happily, this glance is all her love for him, and this glance has become an eternal moment.

Then, with all her might, she slammed into the corner of the wall.

She will never allow herself to become Ziwen's weakness and become a tool for others to deal with Ziwen.

Chen Jiaguo was standing beside Zhao Min, with his martial arts, even if Zhao Min's voice was low, he could hear it clearly.

But he didn't stop it, because he knew that the deeper the relationship between two people, the more it would become the weakness of the other.

No matter how strong a person is, if he has a weakness, he will not be strong again.

Ziwen's weakness is Zhao Min, Chen Jiaguo knows it, and Zhao Min also knows it.

So Zhao Min wants to die, and Chen Jiaguo doesn't want her to die.

Sometimes people's minds are so strange.

Zhao Min's speed is very fast and very resolute, but Chen Jiaguo's speed is even faster, he just hugged Zhao Min lightly, and then took Zhao Min into his arms, his fingers gently provoked Zhao Min's chin, and chuckled: "A person wants to die, how can it be so easy, there may be no way to conquer a man, but to conquer a woman, there are many ways for this gang leader, brother and sister, why don't we try it together!"

Zhao Min didn't panic at all, her calmness, as if everything that happened was in her expectation, and then she smiled, laughed and smiled, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, her face became pale, and then her eyes slowly lost their lustre, and her breathing slowly disappeared.

Chen Jiaguo let go of Zhao Min's body, and then heard a 'bang', Zhao Min's body fell to the ground; Chen Jiaguo found that there was no scar on her body, but she was dead, and she still had a weird smile before she died, and the smile made people's hearts chill.

Ziwen seemed to have lost his soul in an instant, just looking at Zhao Min's corpse, that is, he didn't cry or shout, he just looked at her quietly.

Perhaps, at this moment, his whole world was left with her.

Chen Jiaguo walked over, patted Ziwen's shoulder, and persuaded softly: "Brother Ziwen, mourn." Seeing that Ziwen was still in that dementia-like appearance, he couldn't help patting Ziwen's cheek hard, but as a result, Ziwen still didn't react. He couldn't help but shout, "Someone, someone." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, two people came in from outside the secret room, and then the old man walked in as well.

The hunchbacked old man walked in front of Zhao Min, took her pulse, and then grabbed her cheeks on both sides, causing Zhao Min's mouth to open.

Zhao Min still has blood marks between his teeth, and he can't see anything else at all?

The hunchbacked old man stood up and said with some hesitation: "Perhaps, some kind of secret method was used." ”

When Chen Jiaguo heard this, his face was gloomy and he nodded.

The hunchbacked old man walked in front of Ziwen again, raised his slender hands like a girl in front of Ziwen's eyes, saw that Ziwen had no response, and opened Ziwen's eyelids, carefully looked at the charm of Ziwen's eyes, sighed, and shook his head helplessly: "The heart is like a dry well, the thought is like ashes, it hurts the soul, I am afraid that I will not live for seven days." “

When Chen Jiaguo heard this, he suddenly said angrily: "Splash him with water to wake him up and make him sober." ”

The two sackcloth-shirted men behind him hurriedly ran out, and soon came in with a bucket of cold water, and with a 'bang', the cold water was all splashed on Ziwen's body.

The cold water washed away the blood stains on Ziwen's body, which also seemed to magnify his sadness, not only did he not wake up, but passed out.

Chen Jiaguo roared hysterically: "Wake him up, wake him up for Lao Tzu." ”

The temperature of Ziwen's body was rapidly decreasing, and his heartbeat became vague, as if he would die at any time.

Chen Jiaguo was at a loss, he couldn't let his son die like this.

The hunchbacked old man touched Ziwen's pulse and said, "There is a way to die in this world, which will experience extreme cold and then become extremely hot. ”

Sure enough, Ziwen's body began to heat up, from extreme cold to extreme heat, and the heat steamed the water on his body into mist, and the scorching heat seemed to incinerate Ziwen to ashes. ”

Chen Jiaguo touched his forehead with generals, as if he was touching a stove, and he subconsciously said: "It's so hot!"

The hunchbacked old man said: "In his case, there is no medicine for the medicine, only the gods can save him." ”

Chen Jiaguo said: "How is that good?"

The hunchbacked old man said, "Helper, give up!"

Chen Jiaguo shook his head, grabbed Ziwen and shouted: "Bastard, Ziwen, you bastard, you wake up for Lao Tzu, you wake up for Lao Tzu and write the Immortal Sutra silently." ”

Maybe it was providence, shaking and shaking, Ziwen slowly opened his eyes, stared at Chen Jiaguo with blood-red eyes for a while, and then half-opened his mouth and called softly: "Teacher... Master. ”

After calling these two words, he seemed to have lost any strength, and he couldn't speak anymore, just staring closely behind Chen Jiaguo.

Chen Jiaguo turned his head in fear, and sure enough, Tang Bai stood quietly behind him, and the two men in linen shirts stood beside Tang Bai, as if they couldn't see Tang Bai, even the hunchbacked old man didn't notice Tang Bai's existence, and was whispering something.

It's weird, it's amazing.

Chen Jiaguo's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his hand to grab Ziwen in his hand, but when he came back, where was Ziwen's shadow, what was caught in his hand was a big white snake, which was stretching out the snake letter and biting him desperately.

Chen Jiaguo's right hand twisted slightly, and he heard a slight 'click' sound, and then took a closer look, where was a snake in his hand, which was clearly the neck of the hunchbacked old man's 'ghost and sorrow';