From the room where Long Jing was, the space in front of him seemed to be infinitely extended—there were 60 interrogation rooms that were deep and widespread...... In each interrogation room sat a soul maker, including Chris and Amber.

Like Wu Bi, these soul makers are also "tormented" by Mosman's soul path—some pounding their chests and feet in pain, raising their heads and shouting, but many more are sitting and bearing quietly like Wu Bi.

None of them had ever experienced this kind of "interrogation" - for the first time in thousands of years, this was the first time that the guidance of the Soul Lamp had failed, so after several leaders of the Soul Builders had deliberated, Marston took the lead and decided to use this method to presume the murderer.

In Marston's view, the chosen soul makers all had a suspicion of Upman and had a good motive to commit the murder and therefore deserved this kind of torture, and similarly, he believed that no one could endure the myriad pains in the universe, and that the murderer must succumb to this almost violent "interrogation."

But what Marston didn't expect was that he met such a "murderer" - even if the connection between the soul maker and soul power was severed, there was someone who could enjoy the body of a giant...... Perhaps only if Mosman extends the level of pain to the giants can he inflict truly indelible damage on Wu Bi?

But Wu Bi thinks ...... Before that, there must have been someone who couldn't bear it, so he won this battle by himself, and he fully understood the "hold on" of the two seniors.

So time passed day by day, and after Wu Bi's interrogated soul makers went through thousands of tortures such as cuts, skinning, and lead pouring, they all almost collapsed mentally, but Wu Bi himself felt that it was quite rewarding - in addition to the victory points that can be harvested for each torture, Wu Bi also collected countless kinds of torture, which greatly enriched the skill pool of the soul guide fist.

Of course, the pain must be painful, even if Wu Bi has the body of a giant, but there are several kinds of torture that he can't accept very much, especially those punishments for some specific organs, which really make Wu Bi feel that he has shed a layer of skin - such as "wooden chair lifts the nest", "hangs upside down" and so on.

On a few occasions, Wu Bi wanted to overturn the small wooden table in front of him, smash the "rustling" radio, and yelled at the three people on the other side of the wall, "Upman is what are you going to do if Lao Tzu killed him".

But in the end, it was the brush's heart that overcame the pain—what would happen if he gave the enemy a "wooden chair nest" when he used the soul guide fist to kill in the future?

At the same time, Wu Bi also has some questions - those very targeted punishments...... Will there be any change when it falls on Amber?

Wait, will Amber hold up?

Just caring about brushing victory points and soul guide fists, Wu Bi suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt when he thought of this colleague - isn't this affecting her?

At that moment, Wu Bi suddenly decided to give up the struggle, and first admit that he killed Upman, and face Marston and Mossman alone - how could she be affected by such a small thing?

But at the same moment when Wu Bi made up his mind, he saw Long Jing on the other side of the wall suddenly move—at that time, Long Jing hammered his fist on the wall separating the two, and shouted while striking layers of cracks: "Admit it! Don't delay Lao Tzu's time!"

After Long Jing said this, his fist was tightly pressed against the wall - the cracks on the wall were inexplicably regular, and between the square inches that were covered by his fist, Wu Bi saw a line of small words, which meant something else entirely.

"If you admit it now, she's in vain, don't look down on her. ”

Who is she? Amber? Long Jing saw through what she was thinking? Wu Bi was not only stunned.

"Hehehe, don't be irritable, the longer they persist, doesn't it mean that you can teach?" Mosman didn't notice anything different, "I know you're busy, but it's all of you're decided, so please don't make any more useless attempts......"

"What are you?" Long Jing didn't retract his fist, looking sideways at Mossman.

"Hee-hee, I'm afraid...... "The tentacles between Mosman's forehead swayed rapidly, "This cell was built by your boss himself, and it is unbreakable, and you can't run over it for interrogation in person anyway, so don't do anything, just leave it to me." ”

As Mosman spoke, Wu Bi also saw that the wall was healing rapidly, and the line of small words that Long Jing punched out just now was also quickly gone.

Long Jing snorted and sat back in place, looking at Wu Bi with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

This little episode ended quickly, but it made Wu Bi understand that the phrase "hold on" not only means to resist the severe pain, but also to "hold on" so as not to let everyone's efforts go to waste.

So later, Wu Bi calmly brushed up and collected the severe pain—and as the days passed, a new soul maker became the one on trial...... Every time a new person joins, an interrogation room is added in the direction of depth, and then the Mossman spirit attacks.

The pain exuded by these interrogators also seems to have become Mossman's nourishment, making him more and more powerful.

"I can't imagine that you human soul builders actually have this kind of potential, it's really good...... "Mossman's tentacles on his forehead swayed more diligently, obviously very excited.

But the other two people in the room ignored him.

"It's him! it must be him!" Marston waited so long, his emotions finally close to breaking down.

At this moment, he pointed at Wu Bi's incompetence and rage: "When others are interrogated, they are either angry or crying out for injustice, only him!

"You say this...... What's the use?" Long Jing was expressionless, very impatient, "The soul lamp didn't give clear guidance, you said it was him, but I said that his skills were low, and he couldn't do it at all, so it wasn't." ”

"Mossman is what you called, since you called, you have to obey the rules...... What, you want to add another lynching?" Long Jing paused for a moment and pointed to the radio on the table that kept making a rustling sound, "Or...... You ask the boss to speak, and I'll do yours. ”

"Hmph, I want to see how long your little soul material in the black group can last. Marston looked at the radio helplessly, and gave up persecuting Long Jing—but he said it, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the interrogators in the other rooms, as if he didn't have much confidence in them.

At this time, Wu Bi was already a little numb - he had the body of a giant, and the pain of ordinary humans greatly reduced the stimulating effect on him, and the victory points he won were constantly used by him to strengthen the inner shell of the human head box......

The Frost Giant's human head was about to be completely absorbed, and Wu Bi knew that he had been locked up here for almost two months - when would it be over?

Wu Bi thought so, and suddenly faintly heard some strange noises on the radio with a "rustle" sound.