The small ones are afraid of the big ones, the big ones are afraid of the strong ones, the strong ones are afraid of the horizontal ones, and the horizontal ones are afraid of the dead.

Ah San and Meng Xin are both people who don't want to die, they don't buy anyone's accounts, just ask a person who is not even afraid of death, what will he be afraid of?

But they are afraid of one person, the one who gave them their lives, and this person is Zhao Xiu.

Ah San watched Meng Xin sit on the chair and pretend to be asleep, knowing that it was time for him to get down to business. The two people hanging on the wall are the people who assassinated Zhao Xiu in the "Eat All Over the Sky" restaurant during the day. Being able to be sent to assassinate Zhao Xiu shows that the mastermind behind the scenes trusts them very much, believing that they can keep their mouths shut and will never betray him.

The two people hanging on the wall, one with a broken arm, one with his face cut off, and the two people standing on the verge of death struggling, were beaten like this for more than an hour and didn't say what Ah San wanted to know.

Ah San is calm and light on the surface, but in fact, he has long believed in his heart that these two people are tough guys, and they can't open their mouths without some extraordinary means. The assassination of Zhao Xiu is a matter bigger than the sky, it is impossible for these two people to leave this secret room alive, Ah San must know who is behind the scenes from the mouths of these two dying people as soon as possible.

"Whew, tsk, you say, you two, ah, what are you doing with flesh and skin? Before he died, he suffered this kind of suffering, and he didn't lose it. Ah San pinched his waist and walked between the two people, looked up left and right.

The man on the left was covered in blood all over his body, two iron bars stuck in his abdomen, and the two blood holes kept bleeding outward, and he had to use his two hands to hold the iron bars embedded in the wall to relieve the pain.

The man on the right had only one arm left, and he could only hold it across his abdomen, above the two iron bars.

"Ahhhhh~~~~~~h The person on the right had a wooden stick in his mouth and could only hum dryly. The person on the left had fainted, but somehow he was woken up by the pain and screamed.

Ah San is a master of torture among the twelve demons of the earthly branch, and is specifically responsible for sending news out of the mouths of living people. He watched the two of them shed blood and knew that they would not live for more than an hour.

"Fuck, we need to hurry. Otherwise, the blood will be shed and he will die. Ah San thought in his heart, but there was no trace of anxiety on his face.

Ah San took a breath and shouted loudly: "Come on, bring up the eight torture instruments for Lao Tzu." ”

The two naked men behind him turned around and walked out of the secret room when they heard this, and after a while, the two of them carried a huge iron box, which was covered with rust, and the box still exuded a trace of fishy smell, like the smell of blood.

The Eight Great Torture Tools are the killer weapons of the Torture Department of the Eastern Court, and they are the eight unprecedented torture tools created by Ah San and Zhao Xiu, but anyone who can use the Eight Great Torture Tools is an iron-clad man, but even if he is made of iron, he will definitely confide in the truth under the Eight Great Torture Tools, because the pain of being tortured is no longer something that people can bear.

Ah San turned around and came to the iron box, where two naked men opened the big iron box, which was still a box, but six iron boxes of different sizes.

The six small iron boxes in the large iron box are arranged in a row, from left to right, from large to small.

Ah San looked at it from big to small, and then looked at it from small to big, and walked to the smallest iron box. He cautiously opened the small tin box and took out three things from it. It's the same wooden tube the size of a small arm's palm, it's the same is a long black magnetic block, and finally it's a fire-like thing.

Ah San skillfully took out the three things and walked to the feet of the person hanging on the right side of the wall. He jumped and jumped to his feet, only to see that he had his feet between one of the man's legs, and put the gravity of his whole body on the leg of the man hanging on the wall. His legs swayed all over his body, and the iron bars began to bleed again through his body. Blood flowed and sprayed scarlet all over the wall.

The iron bar embedded in the wall is very sharp, the iron bar was originally tied to the waist, due to the weight of the body, little by little from the waist to the ribs, two long wounds, no matter who looks at it, he will not sleep well. His limbs twitched and he trembled, his hands clutching the iron bars to relieve the pain, and a low roar rang out at his throat.

Ah San hooked in front of the man face to face, like a monkey climbing a tree. Ah San asked, "Do you want to understand, do you choose to tell the truth, or continue to suffer?" You should have experienced it very clearly, this kind of pain is probably something you have never tasted in your life, and it is also something you have never thought about in your life, right? If you can die happily, why should you suffer such a sin? ”

The man hanging on the wall was already blurred from pain, and his mouth began to vomit blood, apparently the iron bar had cut through his stomach or lungs.

"If you don't speak, I'll treat you as if you don't want to speak, then I'm not welcome, the torture instrument that will be given to you later will definitely make you *, even if you want to die at that time, it will be a luxury." Ah San shook his head and said.

"Poof" Meng Xin seemed to be amused by Ah San, "You are really inhuman, you are a real beast." ”

"What's wrong with me again, old Meng." Ah San wrapped himself around the man hanging on the wall and turned around.

"You let people talk, people have to be able to speak, and there is a wooden stick in your mouth, how do you let people talk?" Meng Xin seemed to be thinking about the person who was hanging on the wall.

Ah San turned around again, frowned, and said, "Look at it, I was wrong, I was wrong, why did I forget to take off the wooden stick in your mouth?" Come on, I'll take it down for you, and give you another chance. Ah San's amiable smile was very disgusting at this time.

Ah San took off the wooden stick, but the man did not speak, his mouth was full of blood stuck to his teeth, he did not speak but laughed, his laughter made Ah San very angry.

Ah San sneered: "I've seen too many people like you, okay, I'll see how hard your mouth can be, hum." With that, he loosened his legs and jumped down.

"Take him down, give him medicine, don't kill me, if he does, he'll work for nothing." Ah San commanded to the two naked men behind him.

When the two naked men heard this, they walked together to the feet of the man on the wall, and one of them made a fist with his right hand and slammed it into the wall, and the square bricks on the wall were dented.

After the stone brick was recessed, the iron bar inserted in the man's body shrank into the wall with a "㞥", and the iron bar was withdrawn from the body, and the man fell down, and it really fell into the arms of another naked man, who carried the man with the broken arm to the iron platform next to him and put it down.

Ah San had an extra purple pill in his hand, he opened the mouth of the person with the broken arm with his left hand, and the pill was flicked into the person's mouth with his right hand, and after a while, the person with the broken arm stopped humming, his face was not in pain, and even the blood hole in his waist was no longer bleeding.

"Oops, the eight torture tools, I forgot when was the last time I used it? Half a year ago? More than. You are fortunate enough to see the eight torture tools unique to the Torture Division, and you can be regarded as having no regrets in this life. ”