The stalker stared outside the villa for a while, but found nothing, and the old man in gray never appeared.

"Something should have happened?" Only then did the stalker react in hindsight.

But it was too late, and three masked men had already touched him behind him. The stalker suddenly looked back, and was already surrounded.

The stalker hurriedly drew his short knife in his right hand, ready to fight back. A tall masked figure wields a bow and arrow, and a "whoosh" arrow pierces the stalker's right arm.

"Ahh

A thin, masked man, with agility, chased after him, a short thorn in his hand stuck in the back of the stalker.

The stalker struggled to no avail, and was quickly choked by the thin masked man.

The tall masked man caught up and slashed at the stalker's neck, causing the stalker's eyes to go black and he fainted.

Another stout, masked man approached, loaded the stalker in a sack, and walked away.

The tall masked man and the thin masked man also left with him.

……

In the Dark Prison of the Heavenly Machine Sect, the gray-clothed old man and the stalker were held in two cells.

The cell was dimly lit, and the surrounding walls were dark and damp, giving off a faint fishy, musty smell.

The old man in gray had already woken up, knowing that he had been tricked, he closed his eyes and stared, secretly thinking about the countermeasures of his situation.

An emaciated old man with a wooden box on his back came up and asked the jailer to open the door.

With a "squeak", the cell door was opened, and the old man in gray looked up, and the thin old man walked in.

"Brother, I've been waiting for a long time!" The thin old man placed the wooden box on the table next to him, smiled and greeted him.

"Humph!" The old man in gray looked disdainful.

"Don't think too much about it, this is the Dark Prison, if you come in, don't think about getting out." The thin old man said with a kind face: "Tell me, who are you?" What is the purpose of stalking the snake? ”

The old man in gray closed his eyes directly and ignored the thin old man.

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Mountain Ghost, and I work on torture." The thin old man was not angry when he saw this situation, and chatted with the old man in gray like an old friend: "Brother, you see that you are also old, you have to think more about yourself." ”

"Since you have been caught, you have to kill or chop casually." The old man in gray said indifferently.

"By the way, your companion has also been invited by us, and someone has specially greeted him."

"That's his life!"

"If you don't say it, he will." The emaciated old man continued to persuade.

The old man in gray was stunned after hearing this, and he had little confidence in whether the stalker could hold on.

"Ahh Ahh

A burst of screams came from the page, and the old man in gray heard the shouts of the stalker.

In another cell, a fierce-looking man, armed with iron tongs, was holding one of the stalker's fingers.

The stalker was scarred all over, three fingers had been clipped, the fingers were deformed, and his skin was dark red.

The stalker's head was also swollen and miserable.

"After eating my sensory elixir, the pain you suffer will be magnified several times, and I will see how long you can last." The fierce man said with a sneer.

"Ahh Spare me! ”

"Say, Who are you? What are the tasks? Who is your superior? ”

"I..., can't say." Stalkers are afraid of the consequences of leaking information.

"It's hard-mouthed!"

The fierce man took out an iron skewer, grabbed the stalker's fingers, and inserted the iron skewer into the stalker's fingernails.

The stalker's whole body struggled in pain, but his body was chained to a huge wooden frame, and the wooden frame did not move.

"Your name?"

When the fierce man inserted the seventh iron skewer into the nail of the stalker's finger, the stalker finally couldn't bear it anymore and begged for mercy on his face.

"My name is Ma San, and the old man in gray is my superior, and he commanded me to follow that woman, and I don't know the specific purpose."

In another cell, the old man in gray listened to the indistinct voice and guessed that the stalker had been tortured by me.

The thin old man said with a smile: "You can't blame him, after this set of torture, the gods can't bear it." ”

"I understand, but you can try this on me, in case it doesn't work." The old man in gray said with an arrogant expression, as if he didn't care about these tortures.

"That's all rough people's methods, I don't like to use them." The thin old man waved his hand and said, "I like to use silver needles." ”

As he spoke, the thin old man took out a cowhide bag from the wooden box, and when he opened it, there were rows of dozens of slender silver needles inside, the cold light flashing, and it was breathtaking.

When the old man in gray saw it, his face twitched unnaturally, and it was obvious that he had heard of the acupuncture.

"It seems that Your Excellency is good at acupuncture."

"See it, carving insect skills, it's not worth mentioning." The thin old man casually touched the silver needle and said, "I have thirty-six silver needles here, and none of the prisoners who are passing by in my hands can survive eighteen stitches, guess how many stitches you can hold?" ”

The old man in gray was silent after hearing this, and his expression was a little gloomy.

"Let me tell you this, after eighteen stitches, the meridians are broken, the dantian is broken, and all the spiritual power in the body is dissipated." The thin old man paused and added, "The foundation of cultivating immortals is broken, and he has completely become a mortal. ”

"You let me think about it!" The gray-clothed old man was obviously unwilling to turn his cultivation into illusion, and said with a blushing face.

"Yes, you have a pillar of incense for a while."

The thin old man asked his subordinates to take a pillar of incense, put it in the censer and light it, and then sat next to him and meditated cross-legged.

The incense was only halfway burned, and the old man in gray spoke: "I can say, but I have one condition, I want the young man who caught me to come. ”

"This..."The thin old man obviously didn't expect the other party to have this request, and hesitated for a while.

"If you can't make a decision, go ask for advice." The old man in gray said proudly.

After a little thought, the thin old man made a decision and said to his subordinates: "Take care of him, I'll go out." ”

"Yes!" The subordinates listened to the order.

……

In the bedroom on the second floor of Dan Pharmacy, Lin Feng opened the storage bag of the old man in gray and opened his eyes, I have to say that the old man in gray is quite rich.

Lin Feng transferred the thousands of primary-rank spirit stones, hundreds of middle-rank spirit stones, various pill talismans, and two rows of books inside to his storage bag.

There are four magic weapons, a dark green knife, a white round shield, a bronze tripod, and a pair of gray leather boots.

The invisibility cloak worn by the gray-clothed old man and the blowing arrow weapon in his hand were all taken away by Mu Ying, and Lin Feng was not embarrassed to ask for it.

However, Mu Ying miscalculated, she thought that the old man in gray was just a small role, and she didn't check the storage bag in time, otherwise she would have asked for it on the spot if she found that the storage bag was being led by Lin Feng.

There was a white mask in the storage bag, Lin Feng took it out and played with it, and after inputting spiritual power and groping for it, he could see the effect of the mask.

This mask is called Faceless, and it can be conjured into three different appearances. The operation method is very simple, after putting on the mask, enter the spiritual power to urge.

Lin Feng likes it very much, this is a necessary artifact to penetrate the wall and enter the room, kill people and sell goods.

Outside the house, on a bamboo branch dozens of feet away, the tiger shrike heard a trace of abnormal sound, opened its eyes, and saw a black figure slowly touching the direction of the Dan pharmacy.

In the bedroom, after Lin Feng received the warning from the knife, he put away the storage bag, then took out the black long knife Han Feng and put it on his back, and the Seven Kills Flying Sword and the sword bag were buckled on his waist, and then walked out quietly.

The black figure slowly touched the bamboo forest by the wall, listened attentively for a while, there was no movement upstairs, and was about to climb the wall to enter.

Suddenly, a hard object landed on his lower back, and the black figure's body suddenly stiffened, not daring to move.

"Who are you? Come over and do what? Lin Feng stretched out his left hand and grabbed the slender neck of the black figure, poked his head over, and said softly.