The sad man who woke up looked at Leng Bu Si, although his mouth was full of blood, his eyes were contemptuous, and he even spat blood on Leng Bu Si. Leng Bu saw it, not only was he annoyed, but he also thought it was quite interesting.

I don't know if these people who came to find trouble know who they are looking for, if they know, then it can be understood, he is silent, in addition to being known as a contemporary sword saint, his job is the master of the Good Torture Hall of the Dusk Cold Building.

Since he is responsible for punishment in the organization at the forefront of the rivers and lakes in Duhan Building, how can he not have the ability to interrogate and extort confessions with a few tricks?

Leng Bu nodded, grabbed the man's hair, and dragged him towards the place he didn't want to go. Being dragged by the hair is as painful as being dragged by someone putting a dead knot around the neck and dragging it.

The man wanted to struggle, but he smiled contemptuously and coldly, and then let out a large amount of Qi. The cold and silent Qi was extremely cold, and when he landed, the man's limbs were unresponsive, but the master of the Good Torture Hall was excessive, deliberately not making his scalp feel numb in pain.

dragged a person on the street like this, naturally there were many passers-by watching. Although Leng Bu Si's behavior was arrogant, there were only three or five pedestrians on the road whispering, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.

The place where Leng Bu went was the dice to the delicate gambling house, Pizza Hut.

After all, he is not from Cold Crisp City, and the inn is too eye-catching, and there are no tools to borrow. Thinking about it, as a place to extort confessions by torture, it is more suitable for Pizza Hut in this gambling house.

By the time Leng Bu dragged the unlucky man to the gambling house, the back of his clothes and pants had long been worn out, and there were many scars on his skin and flesh, and there was dust and stones mixed upstairs.

After all, Leng Buyu dragged his hair all the way, and the saddest thing was naturally this man's hair. When Leng Buyu let go of his hand, there was a large handful of hair on his hand, and even a small piece of bloody scalp.

Look at this man again, his limbs can't move, and his face is full of exhaustion and pain.

Leng Bu also found it funny, along the way, he didn't have those who had been tortured by him, and scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestor who was silent with a curse.

Leng Bu silently kicked the main gate of the gambling house with his foot, and after a while, a head poked out of the side door. This person was about to scold, but when he saw the comer, he didn't say that he started scolding, and his legs were like losing his strength, and he almost fell to the ground.

Silent and cold, he looked at this guy with cold eyes, and his voice was also cold: "Smooth with your stewardship, silent, borrow the dungeon." ”

Although he had never been there, he was very sure that there would be a dungeon in this gambling house, Pizza Hut.

The guy's mouth kept opening and closing, and apart from the sound of teeth fighting, he didn't see the guy say a few words. Seeing that he didn't move, Leng Bu silently glared at him with fierce eyes at random. Just one glance, frightened the guy and crawled back to the gambling house.

After a while, the main gate of Pizza Hut in this gambling house was opened for the first time.

Whether it was the working guys or gamblers, they were all stunned. Silently ignoring the eyes of everyone, he grabbed the sad man's hair again, and dragged him towards the gambling house.

The threshold of the main gate of the gambling house is not low, and when he walked over silently, the man was even more sad, and was slightly lifted and dragged across the threshold, and then crashed back to the ground. He didn't know what kind of demon method Leng Bu used, obviously his limbs couldn't move, but the pain was still there.

This way was dragged over, the pain of the flesh grinding has not faded, and there is another impact, after all, the pain is so painful that he can't hold back, and he screams in pain.

It was also this man who cried out bitterly, and some timid gamblers in the gambling house mistakenly thought that Leng Buyu was a thug in the gambling house, and this sad man was an unlucky person who owed gambling money. These timid gamblers took their silver taels and ran out of the gambling house.

"Lead the way!"

Leng Bu ignored the commotion caused by his arrival, his voice was still cold, and the tone of the command was the same as that of the guy who had gone out of the side door before.

The guy looked at the white-haired old man who had come down from upstairs, and the old gentleman didn't speak, but nodded slightly. Leng Bu Chong nodded slightly at the old gentleman, not knowing whether to thank or appreciate the other party.

When the guy arrived at the underground prison with Leng Buyu, the guy who led the way was still trembling faintly, trembling and looking at Leng Buyu. Leng Bu just tilted his head, and the guy who led the way ran back to the ground as if he had been pardoned.

Leng Buyu opened his mouth at the guy who led the way, and he didn't have time to ask clearly where the torture equipment in this dungeon was.

Since you don't know, just wander around and see what you can use.

After walking around, it was helpless to be silent, this huge dungeon, except for some unused bricks, there were only a few pairs of shackles. Not to mention the torture tools that torture people, even if he has a brazier and gives him some iron needles with carbon and length, he can play some tricks.

The guest walked around, this dungeon, just these things.

Leng Bu looked at the collected things, frowned, and rubbed his chin. Isn't this Pizza Hut dungeon used to imprison people? If so, then how can there be no prisoners?

Looking at these shackles and bricks on the same floor, Leng Bu suddenly thought of an interesting method, and couldn't help but look at this sad man with a bad smile. Moxue Literature Network

Seeing Leng Bu silent's evil smile, the man who wrote the sorrow only felt panicked in his heart and gasped.

Leng Bu snapped his fingers, and the cold feeling on the man's body faded, and his limbs became conscious. Inactive activity moved the shins, and the cold hand slapped, forcing the sad man to kneel.

Then, Leng Buyu directly skillfully put a pair of shackles on this sad man, and his head and hands were stuck in the shackles.

Leng Buyu looked at the appearance of the man on his back wearing shackles, and the eyes that wanted to eat people, and nodded with satisfaction.

Leng Bu looked at the bricks again, his hand touched his waist, and with a "poof", the white sword and candle came out of the sheath and held it in his hand. Then I saw several flashes of white light, and the originally neat bricks were coldly chopped into broken stones.

Leng Buyu kicked these gravel blocks together with his feet, looked at this sad man, and smiled evilly, and said: "This seat, I haven't done it yourself for some days, and you are not unlucky." ”

Hearing Leng Bu's words, the sad man couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and fine sweat oozed from his sideburns. Luck, luck is not bad? This cold silence of the twilight building, is it the sword master or the devil?

Leng Bu silently mentioned this sad man again, this sad man wanted to resist, but he was powerless to struggle. Leng Bu silently dragged him forward again, and then pressed his body down with the force of his hand.

The sad man was like a puppet, his knees bent, and he knelt directly on the gravel on the ground.

When the frozen leg touched the rubble, a burst of pain came, and the eyes widened and bulged, and the pupils dilated a little.

Seeing the reaction of this sad man, Leng Bu nodded with satisfaction. Then, Leng Buyu stepped aside again, and brought a pile of bricks again, and he didn't handle them lightly, and put them directly on the side of the sad man.

Leng Buyu squatted down, picked his chin with his index finger, and asked, "Do you know who are the people entertained in the Dusk Cold Building, the Good Torture Hall of this office?"

"Good Torture Hall, Good Torture Hall!"

The sad man finally spoke, missing a tooth, and his voice was a little blurred. The blood in his mouth was either spit out or swallowed, and only there was blood near his mouth. He couldn't help swallowing saliva again, and there was a little more fear in his eyes.

At this time, he was cold and silent, and there was no cold appearance outside, and there were only ruthlessness and treachery.

Leng Buhe smiled, and then said: "The most important thing to enter the Good Torture Hall is some ruthless people with iron bones. It's a pity, it's a pity, no one who enters the Good Torture Hall will be a real iron mouth and copper lips, and they can't pry it open. I'll give you a choice, do you prefer to play slowly, or do you want to have a little fun?"

This sad man has naturally heard of the Good Torture Hall, but even in Jingzhou, he has not reported in detail to determine which organization the Good Torture Hall belongs to.

Hearing Leng Buyu personally say that he was the master of the Good Torture Hall, then this Good Torture Hall was naturally a force in the Dusk Cold Building.

Since the master of this good torture hall is here, I think that he himself will not have the possibility of getting out alive today. I was about to use my last strength to bite my tongue and kill myself, but I heard a cold laugh.

The sad man looked at Leng Bu who was at eye level with him again, but the eyes of this contemporary sword saint were full of contempt. Then, Ting Leng whispered and ridiculed: "Since this seat is here, do you really think that you will have the possibility of self-destruction?"

Hearing Leng Buyu say this, this sad man immediately opened his mouth, spit out his tongue, and strained his teeth. Without waiting for his teeth to clench, a cold air shot out from his sword fingers, causing him to stagnate.

The sad man maintained such a strange movement, just like he couldn't move his limbs before, and at this moment, his mouth and teeth couldn't move.

Leng Bu picked up two bricks from the ground and placed them on both sides of the shackles of the sad man. The sad man did not move at all, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he picked up four more bricks and put two on each side.

Writing sad and urging the man to see such an action of being cold and silent, his brows were flushed, and a bad feeling instantly hit his heart. And the cold silence did not stop, followed by eight pieces, sixteen pieces, and multiples put bricks on both sides of the shackles.

The weight continued to increase, and the sad man's legs could no longer support him, and little by little he fell into the rubble.

Leng Bu saw it, but shook his head and said, "It's only one hundred and twenty-six bricks." You don't want to be a person who is riding by Yan Yun, even if you are a person riding by Yan Yun, you must be just a person. ”

The sad man looked at Leng silent, his eyes were already bloodshot, his temples on both sides were bruised, and his whole face was red as if he was deoxygen.

Leng Buyu smiled again, and continued: "After all, this Yanyun Ride, the Asura Ride, can also hold up to two hundred and fifty-four bricks. Look at you, it's only one hundred and twenty-six dollars, and you're already going to live or die. is so incompetent, if it is also a person who is riding by Yan Yun, those who are riding by Yan Yun are really a bunch of waste players. ”

Leng Buyu felt that talking to himself was too boring, and snapped his fingers again, so that this sad man could speak freely. This tragic man knew that he had no chance to bite his tongue and commit suicide, so he stopped trying. He moved his teeth and jaw, spit, and then said, "I thought that the Good Torture Hall was capable of anything, but it was nothing more than that. ”

Leng Buyu listened, was slightly stunned, and then laughed. After laughing for more than a dozen gaps, he stopped. Then his eyes were cold and fierce again, and his tone was once again like a demon coming from the world, and he said, "Since this seat is the master of the Good Torture Hall, there are one hundred and eight dishes waiting to entertain you. Just add some bricks, don't say whether you will be crushed to death by this weight, just say your legs, and you want to keep it. I forgot to introduce to you, the first dish you taste now, the name of the dish, the immortal treasure!"