Since he knew that Jiang Shi placed an order and hired Chen Zhongyu to kill Liang Fatzi, the prisoner began to self-examine.

Due to the relatively small number of people in charge of the Canaan Art School, the two guys who ate inside and outside were quickly found out, but unfortunately, they couldn't be caught.

For this reason, the torturer inspected the outer Soul Locking Array and the inner Fire Evil Array overnight.

The Soul Locking Array is made by simulating the twenty-eight nights, and the most important thing is the twenty-eight copper coins.

Upon inspection, a total of two copper coins were found to be contaminated.

Like a relatively weak offensive formation such as the Soul Locking Array, if you want to break the formation, it is actually very simple, as long as you find the location of the copper coin, a bubble of urine or a bubble of feces will go down, and the formation will break itself.

The so-called pulling a hair to the whole body, in fact, there is no need to pollute two copper coins, only one is enough.

Therefore, the Soul Locking Array is in ruins.

The meaning of the existence of this Soul Locking Array is very simple, isolating the inside and outside.

Canaan Art School belongs to the place where the three yin converge, and if it is not blocked, the yin qi will continue to converge to the teaching building.

The most important thing is that Lao Dong and the others don't know how long the Soul Locking Array has been invalid.

The only good news is that the Fire Circle is still working, which is why the Torturer allowed me to enter the Canaan Art School.

But to what extent Master Jiang has recovered, Lao Dong and the others don't know, they just give a rough category, according to this category, the time for me to communicate with Master Jiang is given, at most half an hour.

We discussed this last night.

"Let's go!"

I took a deep breath, no matter what, I have to go in to see Master Jiang, and I want to ask him in person if Grandpa's death has anything to do with him.

In fact, there are many strange things about Liang Fatzi's death.

Not to mention anything else, just saying that Jiang Shi hired a murderer is full of weirdness.

I studied Jiang Shi's files, and judging from his actions back then, he was not the kind of person who dared to do things but not dare to admit him.

If it was really him who killed my grandfather, there was no need for him to kill people at all.

The reason is very simple, with my current cultivation and ability, I want to seek revenge on him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the grasshopper shakes the tree.

That's why I think there's a lot of suspicion here.

I felt as if I had big hands behind the scenes.

After entering the school, we walked straight inside, from us, to the main teaching building, less than fifty meters, to put it mildly, the fart kung fu arrived.

When we walked downstairs, a girl in a red practice uniform fell from the upper floor and landed in front of us.

The girl's figure is very good, and the red practice uniform completely highlights her figure, and the moment she falls to the ground, blood splashes everywhere.

The girl fell to the ground on her back, a smile on her lips, but her eyes were full of despair.

Little by little, the blood spread and soaked the soles of my shoes.

My eyes flickered, and I found myself in a practice room.

I stood in front of the mirror, wearing a familiar set of red practice clothes, my legs raised high, my feet moved behind my head, and my face was covered with delicate beads of sweat.

Next to me was a male teacher wearing glasses, holding a bamboo stick, and wearing a black practice uniform.

"Thirty seconds left, twenty-nine seconds ......"

The male teacher held a stopwatch in his hand and stared at me coldly while announcing the time loudly.

Hurt!

Tired!

Hungry!

All kinds of indescribable feelings came like a tidal wave.

I knew what I was going through, and it was that girl, the source of pain.

"Ten ......"

Just when the male teacher counted to ten, I couldn't hold on any longer, or rather, the girl couldn't hold on anymore and her leg fell.

"Smack!"

The moment the leg fell, the bamboo stick fell and was pumped onto the calf with a crisp sound.

"Ahh

I sobbed in pain, couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground holding my calves, tears flowing down my breath.

"Cry! Cry! Cry! Just know to cry! Just like you, do you still want to practice dance, and you still want to become famous? ”

With the sound of cursing and two more whippings, my eyes suddenly widened, and I almost turned my back in pain, and even the cry stuck in my throat.

At this point, I was lying on the ground, a girl was standing in front of me, pulling my legs desperately, I felt like my waist was about to break, and let out a scream.

"Liu Chang, it's you again, how many years have you been practicing, and you're still howling here?"

The next moment, the familiar curse sounded, and I turned my head in a panic, forgetting even the pain, and looking at a hideous face and a waving bamboo stick.

I wanted to hide, but I couldn't dodge at all, so I could only watch the bamboo stick whipped on my calf.

With the crisp thrashing sound, my mind went blank, and all my thoughts were drowned out in pain.

The picture is now turning again.

A girl with a good figure lined up in a row, and jumped forward according to the teacher's beat in turn.

This time, a male teacher was changed, but what remained unchanged was the bamboo stick in the teacher's hand.

"What's wrong again?"

"What do you do with a long head?"

With a burst of cursing and the sound of bamboo sticks waving, it was finally my turn, and I followed the example of the girls in front of me, dancing my arms and dancing to the beat.

"Smack!"

Halfway through the action, the familiar crunch sounded in my ears again, my aching brain went blank, and I was beaten again.

The picture has changed again.

Beaten!

Still beaten.

The pictures kept flashing, and I kept telling myself that these were all fake, and they were all the experiences of the girl who jumped off the building.

Even so, I almost forgot who I really was.

I don't know how many images flashed by, but what I experienced again was finally not the picture of being beaten.

I sat alone in the corner of the roof of the teaching building, holding my knees and crying muffledly, and on my bare calves and stomachs were more than a dozen criss-crossing bloody purlins, all of which were beaten out with bamboo sticks.

I don't know how long it took, I got up from the ground, stood on the roof of the school building, turned around, opened my hands, and slowly fell back.

"May in the next life be no longer human!"

With a murmur, my body fell downward, and an unspeakable sadness welled up in my heart, drowning me in and making me forget who I was.

I have only one thought at the moment: I will be in this world, and I will no longer be human.

"Third brother!"

The moment I was about to land, a familiar voice sounded in my ears, and I was excited, and the back of my head was soft, and I fell into a familiar embrace.

"Light rain!"

I snapped my eyes open, gasped for air, and looked up at the person behind me.

"It's okay!"

Seeing that I opened my eyes, Chu Siyu helped me up.

"Whew!"

I gasped for breath before I regained my composure.

If it weren't for Chu Siyu, I might have died just now.

From the moment I saw the first picture, I told myself that I was Chen San, not Liu Chang, and all this I saw was just a resentment retrospective.

But as the number of images I saw increased, and I was beaten with bamboo sticks again and again, my consciousness was gradually overwhelmed by pain and despair, and I couldn't tell whether I was Chen San or Liu Chang.

The moment I fell from the building, I forgot who I was, and there was only one thought in my mind, and the pain would be over when I died.

If it weren't for Chu Siyu calling me, if she hadn't helped me behind my back, I'm afraid I would have died.

When I came back to my senses, I immediately looked at Wang Yiran, and unexpectedly found that he was standing right there, as if he had not fallen into the resentment I had just experienced.

"Xiao Ran, are you okay?" I asked.

"Brother, I'm fine!" Wang Yiran said.

"How did you two wake up from the resentment?" I asked.

It can be seen that Chu Siyu and Wang Yiran both woke up one step ahead of me, and the most important thing is that they broke free from the illusion by themselves, and I relied on Chu Siyu to break free.

"Brother, I beat that teaching assistant and came out!" Wang Yiran said with a smirk.

"It's as simple as that?" I can't believe it.

"It's that simple!"

Wang Yiran nodded and said: "I don't practice well, I admit that you beat me, but you can't insult me, I knocked down the assistant teacher with one kick, and then I was sober!" ”

I smiled bitterly, this is indeed in line with Wang Yiran's style, and it is also in line with the style of the vast majority of prisoners.

The Torturers are all paranoid people, and when they encounter injustice, the first thing they think of is resistance, which is completely different from the girl's character, so they can get out of the illusion so easily.

"Xiaoyu, what about you?" I asked back.

"She didn't experience as much pain as I did!" Chu Siyu said lightly.

I didn't say anything, just clenched Chu Siyu's hand.

As she said, the pain experienced by this girl named Liu Chang is indeed not as good as her in case.

When Chu Siyu was alive, he was betrayed by his best friend, and in order to keep his innocence, he did not hesitate to jump off the building.

After he died, he was betrayed by his own brother and parents.

This kind of spiritual pain after being betrayed is incomparable to the girl named Liu Chang.

As for the physical pain, you must know that Chu Siyu was blinded and shut at the beginning, and this kind of pain can not be compared to the bamboo stick.

Therefore, whether it is psychological or physical, the person named Liu Chang can't make Chu Siyu empathize.

Because of this, Chu Siyu was able to quickly get out of the illusion.

Counting, we are the weakest, I am completely substituted for this girl named Liu Chang, and in the end I almost got lost and forgot who I was.

And this Liu Chang is the first girl in the five consecutive jumps, and it is also the one with the heaviest resentment among the five girls.

Last night, Lao Dong said that there was a fire array, and Master Jiang couldn't make a move on us, and the biggest limit he could do was to use the resentment of those girls to make us hallucinate.

Now that the resentment of one of the most resentful girls has been broken by us, there should be no big problem with the rest.

I quietly breathed a sigh of relief, after entering the teaching building, as long as I didn't touch the fake body of Master Jiang made by Lao Dong and them, there would be no problem.

Wang Yiran also breathed a sigh of relief, obviously thinking about it.

"Brother, let's go!"

He glanced at the place where Liu Chang had just fallen, and walked inside.

I clenched Chu Siyu's hand and followed Wang Yiran.

Entering the inside of the teaching building, the temperature dropped again.

The hall on the first floor, like most schools, has a staircase in front and classrooms on the left and right.

When this school building was built, Master Jiang secretly built a basement under the first floor.

The entrance to the basement is in the small door behind the stairs.

Jiang Shi's sealing place is also there.

After entering the hall, we paused, and after confirming that there were no accidents, Wang Yiran took the lead in front and walked to the stairs.

After taking out the key to open the small door, Wang Yiran took the lead in front.

When the small door opens, there is a step downward.

After walking down five steps, the space suddenly widened, and a basement with an area of about fifty square meters appeared in front of my eyes.

White emergency lights are hung on the walls around the basement, which illuminates the basement very brightly, and the situation in the basement can be seen clearly at a glance.

In the middle of the basement is a life-size clay figure.

This person is Jiang Shi.

Jiang Shi sat cross-legged on the ground, and under his ass was a futon.

On the surrounding walls, there are eight chains extending from the walls, binding the statue of Jiang Shi.

I noticed that there were portraits of five girls on the futon, one of which was Liu Chang, whom I had just met.

"Brother, don't go too far, just about three meters away from him!"

Wang Yiran gave a warning, walked to the front of Jiang Shi, and after briefly measuring the distance, he said, "Brother, you can do it with me!" ”

"Hmm!"

I nodded lightly and came to the front of Master Jiang.

Although Jiang Shi is a clay sculpture, he can give me a similar feeling like a real person, although his eyes are closed, I can feel it, he can see me.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I even felt that his heart was beating.

"Master Jiang, I know you can hear me!"

After Jiang Shi stood still, I looked at his face and said.

Jiang Shi didn't react, as if he was really sealed and couldn't say anything.

"I came this time, it has nothing to do with the torturer, I came here to ask you a question, why did you hire Chen Zhongyu to kill Liang Fatzi, and also, my father and my father, did you kill them?"

Although I told myself to be calm, standing in front of Master Jiang, I inexplicably remembered my grandfather who was sewn to death on the Taishi's chair, and subconsciously became excited.

When the words fell, Jiang Shi didn't react, and he was still like that.

"Huh!"

Just when I thought that Master Jiang would ignore me, the clay face suddenly changed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he let out a sarcastic smile, and then spoke: "Any cat or dog dares to get me, you torturers are really not as good as a generation!" As for the hired murderer you said......"

Speaking of this, Jiang Shi suddenly paused, and the corners of his mouth hooked again, "Whoever I want to kill, I won't fake the hands of others, I will only do it myself!" ”

"Also, I don't know the fat man Liang you said, and I don't know Chen Zhongyu either!"

"As for your dad and your grandfather......"

When Jiang Shi said this, he paused for the second time, then shrugged his nose and said, "You are the descendant of the Chen family, the second leather craftsman, right?" ”

"Yes!"

I replied.

"Your father, I didn't kill him, he didn't know how to lift at the time, I think he was powerful, I didn't expect him to run faster than a monkey, as for your grandfather, that old thing, when he shrunk his head turtle, he is less daring than your father!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Shi's eyelids moved, and he opened his eyes, and a pair of eyes with no eyelids and as black as ink appeared in my eyes.

Being stared at by these eyes, my heart tightened, and I had a feeling that Master Jiang was very likely not sealed, and he could get up at any time and tear me to pieces.

With this thought, my hand tightened, and someone held it, it was Chu Siyu.

I clenched Chu Siyu's hand, inexplicably relieved a lot, and the fear in my heart faded, replaced by shock, Jiang Shi said that he thought about killing my father, but my father escaped.

He also said that grandpa was a coward and a turtle with a shrunken head.

The most important thing is that he said that he did not kill Liang Fatzi, nor did he hire Chen Zhongyu.

Like a genius like Jiang Shi, he is proud, and many times, he doesn't bother to lie at all.

In his eyes, my dad is just a small character who doesn't enter the stream, if it weren't for Liwei, it wouldn't be worth caring about at all.

So, I think what he said, more than seventy percent is true.

"You didn't kill my dad and my lord?"

Even so, I still can't believe it, the reason is very simple, my father's death is the same as my father's, my father was sewn to death on the big tree at the head of the village, and my father was sewn to death on the Taishi's chair.

The way the two of them died was exactly what it looked like if they had been hit by the head-lowering technique.

I can't think of anyone else except Jiang Shi.

"I said that if I didn't kill, I didn't kill, this kind of small role, I'm not going to lie!" Jiang Shi snorted and closed his eyes.

I stared at Jiang Shi for a while, slowly exhaled a breath, gave Wang Yiran a look, stepped back step by step, and finally retreated.

All the way out, until I walked out of the Canaan Art School, I still didn't come back to my senses.

I originally thought that I could get an answer from Jiang Shi, but I didn't think about it, and I fell into even greater doubts.

Jiang Shi said that he didn't hire Chen Zhongyu, nor did he kill Liang Fatzi, let alone kill my father and my father, so who hired Chen Zhongyu, and who wanted to kill Liang Fatzi?

Liang Fatzi is dead, and the clue seems to be broken, but Chen Zhongyu is still alive.

He told us before that he was hired by Master Chiang, but now it seems that he lied, which none of us expected.

What's strange is that the torturer found out the inner ghost through this lie.

Is there such a coincidence in this world?

The strangest thing was Jiang Shi's reaction, he was too cooperative.

Lao Dong said before that every once in a while, they would enter the basement to check the situation.

Each time, Master Jiang would bewitch them in his own way.

This time, except for Liu Chang, Jiang Shi didn't do anything to us, and his attitude can be described as quite friendly.

Thinking about it now, Jiang Shi seems to have known that I was coming, and he seemed to have already typed my questions, and as soon as I asked, he said it.

My dad has been dead for twenty years, and what happened twenty years ago will be thought about by anyone, not to mention that Jiang Shi has been in the seal all these years.

He answered my questions too quickly and too smoothly.

There must be something wrong with this.

I thought of the two inner ghosts who were exterminated by the torturer, and I thought of the person who could buy the inner ghosts, and there must be something wrong with this.

At this point, things are getting more and more complicated, and what is certain is that the people who can control all this behind the scenes must be more powerful than we think.