Xuanwu casually glanced at the two people tied to the frame, only to see one of them, who was already so frightened that he peed his pants, and his eyes showed a light of disgust and contempt.

There is also a pale face and trembling all over, which shows that he is frightened to a certain extent.

Looking not far away, the four people who were still tied up by the five flowers were huddled together and wanted to huddle, and they were also seriously frightened.

With an evil smile on the corner of his lips, Xuanwu walked to the wooden frame, didn't even say hello, and the whip in his hand was already waved.

"Smack!"

His movements were so fast that he couldn't catch the shadow of the whip, and the only thing he could see was Xuanwu's waving arms.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

In the musty-smelling dungeon, the strong sound of whipping sounded.

The person who was whipped had his mouth gagged all the time, and could only make a muffled grunt of pain from his nose.

The time of half-burnt incense passed, and the cell where Jiang Zebei was located was quickly filled with a strong smell of blood.

Jiang Zebei's dark eyes gradually brightened, and they looked faintly red.

The tip of the nose smells of blood, so strong and exciting, that it can be seen that there is a lot of blood rushing out of the body.

When Xuanwu wantonly waved the whip in his hand, the people tied to the frame on the side, as well as the four people in the corner, were already scared to death.

One of them had already fainted with fright, and on the ground where he was, there was a large trace of water, and he was scared again.

Jiang Zebei gently put the teacup in his hand on the table, the look in his eyes was bright and dark, and finally exuded an amazing red light.

"Xuanwu!"

The voice of excitement sounded behind him.

Hearing the voice of the young master, Xuan Xuan stopped his movements for the first time.

He knew what the young master was going to do at this time, turned around and walked to the other party, and saluted the whip in his hand.

The moment Jiang Zebei took the whip, the evil smile on the corner of his lips curved a big arc, he was excited, he was excited, his blood was surging.

Holding the whip in his hand, he walked step by step to the person who was whipped by Xuanwu and seemed to be about to die.

The voice of evil spirit mixed with laughter sounded in the cell, "You should have died two years ago, let you live for two more years, it is not easy to die, you will repay the pain he suffered a thousand times!" ”

After finishing speaking, the whip in Jiang Zebei's hand was directly whipped towards the person who was tied.

He swung only one whip, and the man convulsed, his eyes rolled, and his nose let out a bitter wail.

The body shook into a sieve in pain.

So far, Jiang Zebei's methods are tricky and cruel.

Directly drawn, the most vulnerable place of the other party.

It was also the location where Chen Qishan was injured back then.

When he learned what happened to Chen Qishan two years ago, he wanted to kill all these people.

At that time, he was far away from the border, and sending people to kill them was not enough to vent his anger.

So, he let these six people live for two more years.

If he does what he says, he will inevitably let these people come back a thousand times before they can die.

Jiang Zebei shook a whip, and his arm continued to wave, unhurried and ruthless.

The place where each whip is struck is the boundary touched by the first whip.

In just a few dozen lashes, the wound was already a blur of flesh and blood, and it had become a piece of rotten meat.

When he looked at the man again, he had already fainted in pain.

Passing out is too cheap for this man.

Jiang Zebei looked at the other party, a sneer curled up in the corners of his lips, and turned around and walked to another person tied to the shelf.

He wasn't going to listen to them, it didn't make sense, these six people would definitely die.