Chapter 196: Salt the wound
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Soon, the few men in black were locked up in a secret room with Luo Yiming, but Luo Yiming was locked in a separate room.
More than a dozen bodyguards stood in two rows, waiting for instructions.
The door of the secret room was opened, and Ye Yuxi walked up to them with his hands in his pockets and his slender thighs.
His cold eyes were full of indifference, his gaze slowly slid over Luo Yiming, who had fallen asleep, frowned slightly, and closed his thin lips one by one, "Wake him up for me." β
As the words fell, a basin of cold water poured down from the top of Luo Yiming's head without warning, and the sudden cold chill made him sober up all of a sudden.
Luo Yiming snorted, raised his head with difficulty, and looked around tiredly, and the dazzling light hit him, illuminating his eyes so much that he couldn't open them.
When he reacted, he found that he was tied up, and there were more than a dozen bodyguards standing in front of him, and the person at the front was staring at him with a cold face and sharp eyes.
That sharp look seemed to cut him with a thousand knives, seeing this, Luo Yiming's body stiffened, his lips trembled slightly, and he said with difficulty.
"Who are you? Why are you arresting me? β
Seeing that he was awake, Ye Yuxi's eyelids raised slightly, his eyes were indifferent but domineering, and there was a touch of coldness in his eyes, and he asked, "Who instructed you to do this?" β
Ye Yuxi's voice was extremely faint, with a cold aura.
As soon as the words came out, Luo Yiming only felt that the temperature around him was rapidly decreasing.
He moved his lips and replied in a somewhat hoarse voice, "I...... I don't know what you're talking about. β
With his feelings, the person in front of him is definitely not something he can afford to provoke, and if he tells the truth, he will definitely die a miserable death.
Therefore, as long as he denies it, he may be able to get away with it.
But this naΓ―ve idea was only for a moment.
Ye Yuxi moved the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and looked away from him, staring at somewhere.
The deep dark eyes seem to be a bottomless pool, exuding a deadly cold. After a long time, he slowly spoke:
"Before you, there were many people locked up here, some of them couldn't help but torture and confessed, and some of them were tortured to death with hard mouths."
"As for you......" He paused, turned his head and raised his chin to look at him, a glint of a vulture in his eyes, and said coldly, "I have at least a hundred ways to make your life worse than death." β
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Luo Yiming's face instantly turned pale, and after listening to Ye Yuxi's words, he was even more panicked, if he looked closely, he could see that his whole body was trembling slightly.
However, he still bit his lower lip and quibbled in a firm tone, "I really don't know what you're talking about...... And I have no grievances with you, why do you want to arrest me......"
Seeing that he was still stiff-mouthed when he was dying, Ye Yuxi's face was slightly gloomy, and he squeezed out two cold words from his teeth, "Torture." β
As soon as the order was given, the walls around the secret room suddenly turned a few times, and then on the left and right sides of Luo Yiming, several glass plates appeared, which were covered with many dense small holes.
"I'd like to see how hard you can get."
Coldly dropping this sentence, Ye Yuxi's gaze became extremely fierce at this moment.
"Let's go." Ye Yuxi raised her thin lips and spit out words.
As soon as the words fell, I only heard a few "whoosh" sounds, and countless thin needles continued to fall on Luo Yiming like raindrops. "Ahh
But the pain is nothing, because the more frightening thing is yet to come.
As countless thin needles touched his skin, the needles immediately began to change, as if they had come into contact with fire, and melted in just a few seconds.
Luo Yiming's forehead was covered with sweat, his lips were chapped and pale, he trembled all over, and he didn't dare to move.
However, after Ye Yuxi and the bodyguards behind him saw this scene, their faces were still as cold as frost.
Ye Yuxi seemed to snort coldly from his nose, and he slowly came to Luo Yiming, and at some point there was an extra bottle in his hand, which contained a fine white granular object.
Immediately after, he pinched a little with his fingertips and sprinkled it on Luo Yiming slowly.
"Ahββ!h In the next second, Luo Yiming directly sounded a howl like killing a pig, and there was a hot pain on his body, which was a kind of torture for him.
Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Ye Yuxi moved the corners of his mouth, his extremely dark eyes smiled, and said in a pleasant tone, "Sprinkle salt on the wound, it's really fun." β