Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Prison Storm (4)
"Tell me where the treasure is! How many spirit stones are there? ”
"Old guy, just say it when you know each other, and we won't torture you, but if you don't say it, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
"Senior Ding, why are you like this, when you come here, you are destined to not be able to get out, what is the use of those things outside your body, it is better to say it, buy peace, isn't it good to spend the rest of your life here, I promise, as long as we get the treasure, we will definitely let you eat and drink spicy food here in the future!" No one will dare to touch you again! "The jailers of the seventh team, one by one, showed a fierce and vicious appearance, and constantly launched various means.
At this time, some of the people threatened, some were soft, soft and hard, and all the questions were about what treasure, and even under the command of the captain, they were tortured to ask, but no matter what happened to the seventh team, although the old ghost screamed miserably, the hideousness at the corner of his mouth not only did not decrease, but became more rampant, and kept making bursts of strange laughter!
"Don't say yes, I'll ask him!" The horse-faced young man sneered, stepped out, stood in front of the cell, and spoke coldly.
As soon as he walked out, the eyes of the other jailers immediately lit up, and they all cheered up.
"Li Jin is the torture dart of my seventh team, if he makes a move, he will definitely be able to pry open the mouth of this old demon!"
"That's right, the other squads didn't succeed this time, maybe Li Jin can do it!"
The others were excited, even the captain looked forward to it, and even looked at all this, for the torture dart in everyone's mouth, while being puzzled, he also faintly felt that the reason for the high status of this horse-faced young man may be related to the name of the torture dart, which seems to be what kind of identity it is, so he also looked at it with attention.
I saw the horse-faced young man next to the cell, and when he pinched the trick with both hands, a blood-colored needle immediately appeared out of thin air, heading straight for Ding Lao Mo, and after burrowing into his body, Ding Lao Mo's whole body trembled, and he let out an unprecedented scream and roar.
But under that roar, although his eyes were already red, the rebellious meaning in his eyes did not dissipate in the slightest, and even the roar slowly stopped and was replaced by laughter.
"Is this a little trick, such as a torture dart like you, the old man has also devoured a few, and the taste is not bad, I don't know what your taste is, and I don't know what your taste is..."
Seeing this Ding Old Devil like this, the horse-faced young man gradually became angry, and he shot again in a pinch, but no matter how he tortured him, the Ding Old Devil still laughed in the end. The other jailers were also angry and stepped forward to help.
Lian Zhi was stunned again, looking at the people of the seventh team, constantly asking and tossing, until a whole day passed, the old devil Ding was out of breath, but the others also spent a lot of energy, but they still couldn't make this old devil open his mouth to tell the treasure.
"Damn, this guy's mouth is too hard!" Everyone retreated, one by one full of helplessness, at this moment everyone was red-eyed, staring at Ding Lao Mo, hating to enter the other party's head to find the answer, especially the horse-faced young man, who gritted his teeth.
"When this old demon was caught, he didn't have anything on him, but there must be a lot of treasures in his life, he must have hidden somewhere!"
"This person used to be a ghost pill of great consummation, spanning a number of years, just the ethnic groups that were destroyed by him exceeded ten, how could his treasures be missing!"
Seeing the helplessness of his colleagues around him, Lian Zhi hesitated, couldn't hold back, and asked.
"This ...... Why don't we search for souls? ”
Everyone couldn't help but laugh, especially the horse-faced young man's face was full of banter and contempt, and he looked at Lian Zhi like a fool.
"For some people, soul searching is indeed possible, but for those who have cultivated to the advanced level, their souls have merged with their physical bodies as they cultivate, and there are too many means to prevent soul searches, even if they forcibly search, the effect is not great." The captain shook his head, explained a word, and sighed.
"We have less than two days left, and if we can't ask about the treasure in these two days, then we will ask someone from the eighth team." As he spoke, he glanced at Lian Zhi again and explained again.
"The prisoners here are not small people, they have a lot of secrets, and the same is true of wealth, according to the rules of our ghost prison, which team can ask which team can get it on their own, but they have to hand over half of it, and everyone else can divide it."
When Lian Zhi heard this, he suddenly realized, seeing that after everyone rested, he went to change the method again to ask him, until the third day came, after this old ghost was never pried open, everyone sighed and planned to give up.
"That's it, the treasure of this old ghost is destined not to belong to my seventh squad." The captain smiled bitterly, and was about to return with Lian Zhi and the others, but the other jailers were also dejected, and when they looked at the old ghost, they all looked very unkindly.
The old ghost spat out a mouthful of blood spittle, laughed arrogantly in the cell, and when his eyes fell on the people of the seventh squad, the feeling of looking at meat was particularly obvious.
"I've long heard that the jailers of your ghost prison are ruthless, and there is no mouth that can't be pried, but these days, it's nothing more than that!"
These words made the seventh team even more aggrieved.
"Let's go!" The captain gritted his teeth, let out a low roar, and turned around to take the people away.
At this moment, Lian Zhi said hesitantly.
"Captain, why don't I try it? I think I'm a little sure......" Lian Zhi blinked, he was actually a little eager to try it a day ago.
"You?" Li Jin, a horse-faced young man, sneered, he felt that as a torture dart, he couldn't pry open the mouth of the old ghost, and he heard that the torture darts of the previous squads had failed, so he was very contemptuous of Lian Zhi's indiscretion here.
So he didn't hide it, his eyes showed disdain and disgust, as if he wanted to vent the grievances caused by the frustration from Ding Lao Ghost on Lian Zhi.
The other jailers also frowned, you must know that there is still a big difference between killing and punishing, and it involves a lot of control of people's hearts, which is definitely not something that ordinary monks can do.
But this Lianxing actually said that he was somewhat sure, which made everyone disbelieve it.
"Even Zhao Feng, the torturer of my seventh squad, can't make this old ghost speak, this Lian Xing...... Some of them are beyond their means, you must know that torture is also a craft, not something that any cat or dog can get. ”
"It's just a newcomer, I haven't seen the world, don't pay attention to him!"
The captain also frowned, and after looking at Lian Zhi, he considered that Lian Zhi was also a jailer of the seventh team after all, and let him try it, so that he could know the difficulties, and he would not say such big words in the future, so he flicked his sleeves and snorted.
"Okay, Lianxing, if you want to try it, then go ahead."
When Lian Zhi heard this, he immediately raised his chin, put his hands behind his back, and walked to Ding Laogui's cell......