The bamboo stick traveled very slowly, moving towards the man's soul and body little by little, and his hands and feet were dripping with blood. The constant pain in his fingers, with a faint tingling sensation, made his limbs tremble.

Coupled with the high temperature of the surrounding flames, this soul was even more painful.

In the pervasive smell of blood, the city king looked smug and his eyes were full of excitement; he was good at inducing confessions and coercing confessions, and he was most willing to see the ghost prisoners in his hands tortured to death.

Just like this human soul now, there is not only physical pain, but also psychological suffering.

The painful expression, the distorted facial features, the heart-rending screams, and the dying * can all bring incomparable joy and happiness to the city king.

The supernatural ghosts continued to urge the ghost qi, and the bamboo sticks submerged into the body of that human soul one after another, and the pain on his face was even worse, and there was also a bit of pain in it.

Seeing that a look of despair had already appeared under the frown of the human soul, the city king, who had been dealing with ghost prisoners for a long time, knew that this ghost was on the verge of collapse, and it was time to give the other party the final blow.

So he slowly raised his hand, and the supernatural ghosts immediately stopped urging the ghostly energy, and the bamboo sticks also stopped, not continuing to drill into the body of the human soul.

But it was still stuck in the flesh of this ghost, and the pain continued to occur when blood dripped from his fingers.

"Isn't it painful and itchy? How does it feel to not scratch it?" The king of the city looked at the soul of the prisoner who hung his head slightly and gasped with great interest, and then persuaded him with good words: "Say, I can not only end your suffering, but I can also give you a sum of money, so that you can live and work in peace and contentment in the Xudu area." ”。

The soul of the person who was almost fainting in pain tried to stay awake, exerting the little strength he had left, and raised his head slightly to look at the city king.

This time, there was no more perseverance in his eyes, only a strong desire to survive.

However, the king of the city knew that he couldn't be too soft if the other party didn't open his mouth, so he raised his hand again, and the supernatural ghosts urged the ghost qi again, and continued to let the bamboo stick pierce into the flesh in his body.

"Ahh The pain that had finally subsided came again, completely destroying the last bit of firm faith in the heart of this soul.

"What's your name, and what is your name?" and belong to the Yin Si Yamen of the Nine Shadows Kingdom?" the City King finally put away his smile and asked sharply after revealing his anger. Under the light of the fire all around, the white face covered with anger suddenly became hideous.

"Bai Yuntian, I, I, I belong to, the Nine Shadows Country, the Xuanjiao of the Nine Shadows Country. The supernatural ghosts stopped the torture as the city king questioned him, and the human soul also gasped at this moment, and said in a slurred manner. The panic and fear in his eyes did not decrease but increased.

In order to survive, he has become a traitor to the Nine Shadows Kingdom desperately. And the methods of the Nine Shadows King to deal with traitors, he knows it well. Invisibly, fear arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Xuanjiao?" The anger on the face of the city king gradually turned into confusion, and he then stared at the human soul and thought for a moment, and then asked, "What kind of yamen is this?"

This was the first time he had heard of this yamen, and even during the period when Luzhu and Luluo were lurking in the Nine Shadows Kingdom, no such information had ever been heard.

"One, a yamen who specializes in training spies. The human soul who called himself Bai Yuntian did not intend to have any reservations, and told the king of the city all what he knew: "All the spies sent to other countries from the Nine Shadows Kingdom come from this yamen. ”。

The pupils of the City King contracted suddenly, and after several years of fighting against the Nine Shadows Kingdom, it was actually until today that the Northern Yin Dynasty knew that its enemy still had such an organization. It can be seen that this Nine Shadows King Xiao Shizhu is really not an ordinary person. And the ghosts and ghosts under him are also difficult to deal with.

"Your stronghold, your boss. Immediately afterwards, the city king put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and asked coldly.

"The Mancang rice shop on the dark street in the east of the city is our stronghold, and the shopkeeper is my boss. Bai Yuntian said weakly.

According to the information obtained by the king of the city, the cover identity of this Bai Yuntian is also the supplier of this rice shop, a tenant outside the city of Xudu.

It can be seen that Bai Yuntian did not lie, and as soon as Bai Yuntian was secretly arrested, the city king had already arranged for his right-hand men to secretly monitor this rice shop.

At least so far, everything is under their control.

"Do you know any of the other Nine Shadow Kingdom spies in the Northern Yin Dynasty?" After bowing his head slightly with satisfaction, the City King asked thoughtfully.

"I don't know anything but the ones in the stronghold. After shaking his head slowly, Bai Yuntian replied weakly: "We are all one-line contacts, increasing layer by layer. I'm just, at the very bottom, a field worker, responsible, responsible for sending what I see and hear to the base, and I don't know, I don't know about other spies. ”。

Hearing this, the city king's previous pride suddenly decreased a little, and at the same time, he couldn't help but gasp slightly, so even if he caught the Nine Shadows Kingdom spies in that rice shop stronghold, it would be impossible to find out more other Nine Shadow Kingdom spies.

However, the city king, who was silent for a moment, immediately cheered up after a short loss. Then he secretly pondered in silence for a long time, and finally formed a plan in his mind, a plan that was so vicious that it was inhumane.

After the city king explained a few words to the guards, he turned around and left silently. After he strode out of the hell, he came to his Hades Palace, quickly summoned hundreds of ghosts under his command, and headed towards the direction of the Netherworld Street in the east of the city.

This group of ghosts walked briskly all the way, and the wind around them was swirling, and the ghost aura was clear. Seeing this in the streets, he retreated to both sides of the road to make way for them.

After a cup of hot tea, the king of the city led the ghosts to surround the rice shop called Mancang on this dark street. There are three layers of surrounding, not to mention that a ghost can escape from it, even a mouse can't think of slipping away.

opened such a big formation, and immediately attracted a lot of melon-eating ghosts to gather around in the distance, and gradually onlookers, they all guessed what the ghosts of the Northern Yin Dynasty were going to do?

Like other ghost grain stores, this mankura rice store is lined with hoards (a kind of utensils) woven from bamboo strips, wattle sticks, etc., or surrounded by mat foil, etc., and filled with spiky rice grains.

After the guys were stunned for a moment, they all greeted him with a smile, and said politely to the city king with a gloomy face: "Official, official, are you going to buy a lot of food when you open such a big formation?"

The demeanor and tone of voice are full of respect and dare not slack off.

The fierce gaze of the city king swept away from their faces, and he didn't talk nonsense, and said bluntly to Buxia: "Let's beat them all, and then take them down!" Before the words came out, all the ghosts responded in unison, and then dozens of ghosts, holding water and fire sticks made of peach wood from Taodu Mountain, swarmed forward, and beat all the ghosts in the store without saying anything, whether they were customers, shopkeepers or guys.

The store is indeed a Xuanjiao stronghold, and the disciples inside did not flee in advance without noticing the appearance of a traitor, and were being beaten mercilessly by the ghosts at this time.

It's not that they don't want to fight back, but they don't know how to be beaten, and it's not good to rush back and shoot back, for fear that they will be impulsive and their identities will be exposed;

In the muffled sound of thudding, a burst of dust flew at the door of the store and inside the store, and screams of pain and begging for mercy were heard again and again, but the king of the city turned a deaf ear, just put his finger into his ear and dug his ear leisurely.

After a while, after he had gouged out his ears, he said unhurriedly, "Stop, come to the door." ”。

At this time, the rice shop has become a mess, the hoarding has been broken, the rice has been scattered, and the tables and chairs in the store are even more tattered. The shopkeepers and shopkeepers, as well as the customers who had come to buy rice, were escorted to the door one after another, and knelt down in front of the king of the city.

After the city king's eyes swept away from these ghosts with blue noses and swollen faces, he counted how many ghosts there were by the way, and then some ghosts stepped forward with peach shackles and tortured all the ghosts who were arrested.

The city king's interested gaze finally fell on the shopkeeper who was wearing a brocade robe, but was beaten to the point that his head was bleeding, and the blood oozing from his forehead was like an ugly earthworm, lying on his face with a blue nose and swollen face, and even his facial features were deformed.

Before the king of the city could speak, the shopkeeper who was grinning in pain sucked his mouth and asked in a mournful voice: "This official, what crime have the grass people committed?

"Treason. The city king waved behind him, raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Bring it up!"

Two supernatural ghosts, carrying the scarred Bai Yuntian, came over and stood beside the city king.

The shopkeeper raised his eyes and was secretly shocked when he recognized Bai Yuntian. This is one of his field staff, and the identity of the cover is a tenant outside the city, and when he delivers grain to the rice shop on weekdays, he sends some news from outside the city of the city, and the shopkeeper summarizes the news and transmits useful news to the country.

Although the field disciples of the Xuanjiao Sect do not know too many secrets, they at least know where the stronghold they are responsible for serving, and they also know who the disciples and the person in charge of this stronghold are.

The moment he saw Bai Yuntian, the shopkeeper knew that he had been betrayed. However, he managed to remain calm, did not appear alarmed, and continued to pretend not to know.

"Is his boss your boss?" the city king asked Bai Yuntian, pointing to the shopkeeper.

"Yes. Bai Yuntian took a closer look and nodded in reply.

"Persuade him, persuade him to tell him everything he knows, and I can give you some more money. The king of the city turned around, raised his hand and patted Bai Yuntian on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Persuade him again, there will be no good results in opposing the imperial court." But if he cooperates, I can consider giving him an official position. ”。

"Shopkeeper Fang, you can recruit it, there is no good way out if you continue to fight against the Beiyin Dynasty. As if receiving a great gift, Bai Yuntian hurriedly tried his best to persuade: "Moreover, and the king of the city will treat you and his brothers well." You see, didn't he promise to give you an official position as long as you cooperate?".

"A way out?" When the shopkeeper heard this, he suddenly sneered and then became angry, he suddenly glared at Bai Yuntian and rebuked him in a mocking tone: "You are a traitor, and you are kind enough to talk to me about a way out? Let me work hard for the imperial court that oppresses people's souls, recognizes the existence of the ghost slave market, and treats us like pigs, dogs, cows and sheep.

"You're just a field officer, do you know other strongholds besides my stronghold?" Shopkeeper Fang paused, straightened his waist and looked directly at Bai Yuntian, and said word by word: "You are also worthy of talking about a way out?"