Xiao Shisanlang could hear it, but Zong Ming was a little deaf.

One of his ears was bleeding, and half of his head was booming, as if there were thousands of thunderbolts exploding in his head. In his sight, Xiao Shisanlang had three bodies and seven heads, like a demon that could not be described by the imagination.

"The slap is a very interesting technique, not too painful, but very powerful. ”

Jusan Lang seems to have completely let go, and is fully engaged in the destruction of the nature of this game. The only thing that could reveal his inner thoughts was his eyes, and there was a violent flame dancing in the calm, enough to burn everything.

"You know what I'm going to do. That's right, I'm not only going to knock you to the dust, but I'm going to destroy your mind and turn you into a dead dog, both in body and soul. ”

With a calm expression and a calm tone, Thirteen Lang calmly recounted his intentions, as if it was not a torture that exterminated humanity, but some kind of puzzle.

Zong Ming gritted his gums and said, "You can try." ”

"I will. ”

Shisanlang said, "Show your tenacity, I'm looking forward to your performance." ”

As he spoke, he destroyed the mark that Zong Ming had left on the ring, and his divine thoughts swept in.

There are a lot of treasures, and there are all kinds of spirit stone pills and magic weapons, and Thirteen Lang was originally browsing at random, but as the divine thoughts swept by, his gaze shrank sharply.

A pair of fiery red hair knots, like a pair of fiery chili braids, with a small flag next to it. The breath coming from the banner was extremely familiar to Shisanlang, but it was also extremely unfamiliar.

He took the little flag out of the ring, his rock-steady hands trembling a little, his eyes spewing with a destructive aura, and a deep sorrow.

He saw it! and he recognized it!

It was the rumored Soul Banner, a Soul Banner used to detain souls!

Resentful spirits! All are resentful spirits! Countless terrible resentful spirits are surrounded by an invisible forbidden circle.

There are men, women, old and young.

Their bodies were nearly transparent, hovering aimlessly in the mist, and occasionally resentful spirits met each other and tore at each other like wild beasts. With this bite, their bodies became thinner, and wisps of gray qi overflowed from their bodies, converging into the surrounding mist.

If a resentful spirit touches the prohibition on the edge, the body will suddenly be struck by thunder, and a large cloud of white smoke will come out. Some resentful spirits who don't have time to flee will turn into nothingness and become part of the fog.

In the center, there is a wholesale woman with pigtails on her head.

Her body was almost naked, curled up in small balls, as if she was hungry and cold. Her brow furrowed, as if she was thinking about something, or remembering something, her face was confused and frightened, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes that could not be dissolved.

It was this resentment that set her apart from her companions who had only instincts. As soon as the surrounding spirits approached her body, they immediately let out a frightened scream and fled in a hurry.

The space of the soul banner is not large, but the number of resentful spirits is enough to thousands, and there are constantly dazed resentful spirits approaching the woman, and they keep screaming and fleeing. The screams continued over and over again, and the woman, though she didn't understand what was happening, gradually became agitated.

She frowned, looked at the trance-like figures around her, and tried to stand up and walk towards one of them. At the same time, she raised her hand and instinctively grabbed at the man.

The resentful spirit didn't dare to dodge, or maybe it didn't have time to dodge, so he was caught by the woman in his hands in a daze. He didn't even dare to struggle, he could only cry helplessly with confusion and horror.

The woman looked at him with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and a hint of impulse, prompting her to make further moves. In the end, the woman opened her mouth half confused and half took the initiative to suck hard.

The resentful spirit let out a terrible howl, unable to stop its body from turning into a cloud of gray gas, which was sucked into the woman's abdomen. ...,

The woman swallowed the resentful spirit, her body gained more strength, and she felt a trace of warmth. At the same time, the resentment and ferocity in her eyes were even worse, and there was also a little more confusion.

She seemed to understand something, but she seemed to have forgotten something, shook her head, and turned her gaze to Xiangxia for a goal.

At this moment, Thirteen Lang's divine thoughts penetrated and collided with the woman's gaze.

"Dumb girl!"

A trembling voice echoed in the woman's ears.

The woman's body suddenly froze, and the fierce light in her eyes shone brightly, with a hint of chilling fierceness!

"Ahh

She let out a sudden scream, like the sound of gold and iron, and it seemed like thousands of evil spirits gnawing at the bones, piercing people's hearts.

Thirteen Lang snorted, his body took three steps back, and he almost fell headlong. It was just a meeting of divine thoughts, which actually injured him, blood spilled from his nostrils, and his face turned pale.

"So she's called Dumb Auntie, she's your man?"

When Zong Ming saw this scene, he became rampant and said, "How is it? What does the spirit of extreme resentment taste like? Do you want to save her? Do you want to let her regain her senses? Tell you, only Ben Shao ......."

"Smack!"

A louder slap interrupted his words, and Zong Ming looked at Shisanlang in amazement, not understanding what he was wrong.

"Why do you need to teach, I will definitely be able to make her sober. ”

Thirteen Lang raised his hand to wipe the blood from his nose, carefully put away the soul flag, looked at Zong Ming with a calm gaze, and said, "Originally, I hadn't decided what to do with you, but now I don't have to think about it." ”

After that, Thirteen Lang didn't say anything, lifted Zong Ming up from the ground, and walked behind the boulder where Li Feng and the others were hiding before.

He leaned Zong Ming's body to the side and put on a pose where he could just see his whole body. Then he waved his hand and arranged a simple spiritual power shield to keep the noise out.

After doing all this, Shisanlang clapped his palms, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Almost, let's get on with the conversation. ”

He took out the knife that he had tasted from his arms, squatted down and began to "work" on Zong Ming's lap, and said, "This is what I learned in a movie...... Uh, don't ask me what the movie is, you don't understand it. ”

"You...... What are you going to do?"

Looking at Thirteen Lang's methodical movements, Zong Ming felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, and couldn't help but speak: "I don't even have a sense, what can you do with me?"

"It's better not to have consciousness, according to my estimate of you, if you are conscious, I'm afraid you won't be able to support it and faint. Although I have a way to get you to wake up again, it's a bit of a hassle after all. ”

Thirteen Lang didn't raise his head, and while talking, he cut Zong Ming's calf, pulled the skin to the sides, and began to debone him.

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He said: "I've only seen this job, and it's the first time I've done it on people, and I guess the craftsmanship is a bit rough, don't you mind." ”

The knife flashed, and a shredded piece of meat flew out of Zong Ming's leg, and Chubby just wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Thirteen Lang.

"Don't worry, it's all yours for a while. ”

With the words, strands of meat flew out one after another, and the movements of Thirteen Lang's hands did not stop, and he said in his mouth: "It seems that you are similar to the demon beast, I often did this before I was twelve years old, and my kung fu has not been pulled down yet." ”

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As time continued, Zong Ming soon discovered that what Thirteen Lang said was right, and he was far less strong than he imagined.

Seeing your body slowly turn into a neatly stacked shredded piece of meat is an ordeal that no one can bear. He endured more than Zhao Si, Zhao Si couldn't do it, he couldn't do it.

The loss of sensation in his body did not comfort him, but made him look even more gloomy. The opponent didn't ask him any questions at all, as if his purpose was as simple as that, purely to make him experience fear. ...,

He couldn't stop looking, and he couldn't faint, and the other party had 10,000 ways to keep him awake. Of course, the most important thing is that Zong Ming doesn't want to die.

"Torture is not a panacea, I understand that. ”

Thirteen Lang's hands kept moving, and said, "For example, people with strong beliefs, no matter how severe the torture is, it is useless for them. ”

He turned his head and showed a warm smile towards Zongming, and said, "Your faith is very strong. However, your only faith is yourself, so I conclude that the most effective way for you is torture. ”

Zong Ming looked at the calf that had turned into white bones, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and he didn't speak.

"Zhao Si asked me to kill two people. The only explanation for his position is that he wants to ask an enemy who killed him to help him kill someone, and that is: the person he wants to kill is his family!"

"One seems to be you, and the other is it? Is it your eldest brother, or is it your father?"

Thirteen Lang muttered to himself in thought, his voice was very gentle, but it was extremely sharp in Zong Ming's ears, like a bayonet repeatedly digging into his heart.

He placed Zong Ming's other leg on it, repeated the previous action, and said, "Zhao Si said that he used to be a monk, and even if his cultivation is worse than yours, it is estimated that he is not much weaker. If your eldest brother is also at this level, Ran Yun's problem is not small. ”

"One is ruthless and stubborn and doesn't know how to forbear, and the other is self-righteous, your eldest brother...... It's hard to choose an heir! If there is no one in particular, there are not many options left. ”

Without a single mention of revenge, nor did he ask Zong Ming any questions, Thirteen Lang was immersed in inference with great interest, as if he had done everything in front of him just to say these words to Zong Ming and get some kind of verification.

"Whetstone, you and Zhao Si are both whetstones, and even your eldest brother is a whetstone, just see who can win. That's the choice your dad made, and it's the only choice he thinks. ”

"There must be a lot of stories in such a family!"

"Say no more!"

Seeing his calves slowly transforming into skeletons, and hearing Thirteen Lang's calm but more vicious words in his ears, Zong Ming couldn't bear it anymore and roared loudly: "Don't say it again!"

"Smack!"

"Did I say yes?"

Thirteen Lang slapped him with his backhand, as if he were slapping him in the heart. sighed with emotion and said, "Look, you are not alone in being smart. I don't know much about you, but I can guess that your life is not easy. ”

"You can kill me, don't think about ruining my Dao heart!" Zong Ming wanted to endure it, but after all, he couldn't help it and roared angrily.

The defenses of memory are destroyed by the fear of facing dismemberment, and images that should have been forgotten come to mind. Zong Ming knew the consequences of this very well, and he still couldn't help but think about it.

The eldest brother who seems to be generous but is indifferent, the younger brother who is ruthless and stubborn, the father who is stern but always reveals disappointment, and the ...... The woman who was cooked to death......

"Smack!"

Another resounding slap in the face. Thirteen Lang nodded, then shook his head again, and mocked, "You want to provoke me?"

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