The sad man's legs, especially his knees, were deeply sunk into the rubble. The pain in his heart came, not to mention the sideburns on his forehead, and the remnants of the clothes on his back were soaked and stuck to his body.

Sweat continued to seep out, dripping down his body and into the wound, and the pain was no lighter than sprinkling salt on the wound.

Looking at the sad man's eyes but powerless to resist, admiring his eyes that were eager to eat himself alive, Leng Bu couldn't help but start to get excited.

He picked up the chin of the sad man with his fingers, and the sad man's body moved slightly, and the movement of his legs added a little more to the pain. In such pain, the sad man still clenched his teeth, even if his teeth were clenched, his eyes were still fierce, but he did not make a sound.

Leng Bu became more and more aware of the current appearance of this sad man, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and his eyes were excited, like this, he was really like a punisher from Daoshan Hell.

"Maybe we've had a conversation?"

After saying this sentence coldly, the man who wrote the sorrow urged a mouthful of bloody spittle. The spit flew out, and the sad man smiled, waiting for the next moment of silence and embarrassment. It's a pity, it's a pity, not as he wished, the bloody spit almost hit Leng Bu's face, it condensed into ice, and then crumbled into scum and fell.

This time, the matter was silent and disdainful, and the sad man looked depressed.

Leng Buyu stood up and said with a smile: "This immortal will come here to offer treasures, and if you go down, not to mention that your knees are disabled, and your life may not be guaranteed." ”

The cold words didn't make this sad man feel like he had been pardoned, he only felt that next, the master of the Good Torture Hall of the Dusk Cold Building, didn't know what to do. In my heart, I couldn't help trembling, and my breathing became a little shorter.

This sad man did guess correctly, and Leng Buyu helped him remove the bricks and untie the shackles, but there was a cold and terrifying smile on his face.

didn't speak coldly or spoken, and put this sad man aside. And he began to dismantle the shackles, and removed the chains from them one by one. The chain was removed and placed on the ground in a straight line, as if measuring the length.

This sad man was puzzled by the cold and silent writing behavior, and began to wonder which one to toss again. I don't want to be okay, but the more I think about it, the more panicked I become.

Leng Buyu once again put his two fingers together as a sword finger, and shot out a cold sword qi. This icy sword qi pieced together these iron chains that were originally section by piece, picked up and pulled the chains a few times, and nodded with satisfaction after making sure that they were strong.

After doing this, Leng Bu silently showed an evil and crazy smile again, looking at this sad man. Just a glance, this sad man couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his heart was also hairy.

Leng Bu silently picked him up and pushed him to the railing of the prison, and the sad man was about to resist, but he felt that his body was stiff again, and he couldn't move. And Leng Bu silent, he used this patchwork of iron chains to tie the sad man to the prison railing.

The way of tying is to make this sad man's body straight, but his legs are slightly tortuous. I have to say that this way of binding and standing is really black and yin.

That's it, Leng Buyu also broke a template from the railing of the prison on the side, took out a short sword on his chest and began to process it. After a while, a wooden plank full of thorns appeared in the palm of his hand.

The sad man frowned slightly, and his eyes were still full of fear. He thought that Leng Bu Si was just going to let him stand like this, making his body tired and sore, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

Leng Buyu put the template full of wooden thorns on the chin of this sad man, and with a flick of his hand on his head, he untied the head rope. Subsequently, Leng Buyu firmly fixed the template full of wooden thorns with a head rope to the position of the sad man's Adam's apple.

After doing all this, he nodded coldly and satisfied, walked to the side, moved a chair and sat against the wall. The sad man thought that Leng Buyu was going to do something, but it was not as he guessed, Leng Buyu just sat there and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

This sad man kept staring at Leng Bu Si, but Leng Bu Si really sat there, his hands clasped around his chest, motionless and silent, like a statue.

Time passed little by little, Leng Bu silently breathed in and out to calculate the time, and after about a cup of tea, a scream of pain broke the peace. With a scream of pain, Leng Bu opened his eyes.

As far as he could see, the sad man was panting, staring at him with resentment in his eyes. And this sad man's jaw was bloody. Looking at the wooden plank at the place where his Adam's apple was pierced, the wooden thorns on the board were a large red patch, and there was a lot of blood on the board.

Leng Bu said that the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he stood up. He looked at the sad man with a smile, and then said, "This dish is called for the master to bow his head." How is it? The master bowed his head, and maybe he answered someone's questions?"

The sad man was still panting, and his eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to immediately pick off his cold skin, eat his flesh, and drink his blood. But he is a mermaid at this time, and the person in front of him is a sword.

Even though he was tortured so far, this sad man still remained silent. Seeing it coldly, he yawned again and stretched. Then he didn't say anything more, walked straight to the wall again, and sat down in his chair.

For some reason, this sad man now hopes that Leng Bu can say a few more words. But he didn't say anything, but he sat there with Erlang's legs crossed, his hands clasped around his chest, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

When Leng Bu closed his eyes and rested, he heard several more screams of pain. But he was like a sleeping man, pretending to be deaf, and could not hear the slightest sound.

The screams of the man who wrote about sorrow appeared more than a dozen times, and he opened his eyes silently. The moment he opened his eyes, the iron chains on the sad man's body were also partially shattered by the cold ice, and they turned back into sections and sections.

Without the restraint of this chain, the sad man immediately collapsed and fell to the ground. This time it was reversed, and there was another heart-rending cry of pain, and the wooden thorns on the plank pierced his jaw almost entirely. Some wooden thorns pierced the bones and broke directly, and the thickness of the toothpick that was not inserted is not likely to pull out these broken wooden thorns?

Leng Bu leaned down, squatted beside the head of the sad man, and asked, "Can you figure it out?"

The sad man opened his mouth and didn't make a sound. Silent and not in a hurry, he just squatted there like this, waiting for this sad man to speak. Zero Long Literature Network

Nearly a pillar of incense passed, and the blood that flowed from his chin almost coagulated, and the writer finally spoke.

"If, if I confess, you, will you let me go? I, I need a new identity, a large sum of silver, to send me to Northern Qi, even if it is Dongli......"

Without waiting for him to speak, he was silent and impatient to continue listening, and shook his head directly.

This shaking of the head made this sad man feel like he had been struck by lightning, and his mouth was open and he looked puzzled.

looked at him silently, his face expressionless, and then said in a cold voice: "It's impossible to let you go." The only way to promise you is to give you a good time. If you have a family, I can pick it up for you. As long as my twilight building does not fall for a day, your family will have no worries for a day. ”

The sad man smiled, and said helplessly: "If I heard you say this a few years ago, I would probably agree to ......"

Without waiting for the sad man to finish speaking, he interrupted him with a cold sneer. Then, Leng Bu was still cold-eyed, looked at this sad man, and said: "This seat doesn't care about your private affairs, as I just said, all your family members, that will definitely make them worry-free, but you don't, then you don't have to care about how they die." ”

The sad man opened his mouth, looked at him coldly with dull eyes, and didn't make a sound.

Stared at him silently, frowned slightly, and asked, "Can you think about it clearly?"

The sad man did not answer the cold words, but tilted his head and laughed. Leng Bu was the same as him, laughing.

But then, a piercing pain from his fingers made his whole body tremble. At this moment, Leng Buzhi's hand had an extra finger with blood on it.

Seeing the severed finger in Leng Buyu's hand, the sad man immediately looked down at his hands. The moment he lowered his head, his chin was pierced with a lot of wooden thorns again, but compared to the pain, what he saw in his eyes was that his left hand was missing a ring finger.

Silently, this so-called contemporary sword saint, the rebellious thief of the Dusk Han Building, actually ripped off one of his fingers!

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain of broken fingers is painful, who can understand it in their hearts?

The pain of the severed finger made the sad man's mind blank for a moment, and he couldn't think normally.

Leng Bu looked at the appearance of this sad man, and his face once again showed a satisfied expression. He smiled, and then said, "This dish is called Breaking the Sky Ladder!"

Breaking the ladder?

This sad man doesn't quite understand why breaking his fingers is called breaking the ladder. But later, this sad man understood the meaning.

Leng Bu didn't give the sad man a chance to breathe, and grabbed his left hand again, this time, he held the index finger of the sad man's left hand.

The sad man was about to shout the word "no", but it was another pain in his heart. At this moment, the pain has spread all over his body, and the sweat oozing from all over his body is now on him, like a layer of oil that has been smeared.

Leng Bu looked at the broken index finger, looked at it carefully, and then said: "Look at the fine cocoon on the top, you are a hard-working person, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that you practice in the wrong direction!"

The words fell, and he was silent as before, and threw the severed finger aside casually again. And this sad man, his eyes are hollow at the moment, and his lips are white.

Leng Buyu patted the sad man's face with his hand, and said, "This hospitality feast has begun, if the guests are not satisfied, then it will be bad?"

"What a feast, you, you ......"

The sad man stared hard, staring at him viciously. And coldly silent, not caring at all. Seeing that this sad man still had the strength to confront him, he nodded coldly and with satisfaction.

But then, the nightmare of the sad man began to continue.

The third, the fourth, after a while, his left hand was already bare, and the five fingers were coldly thrown away in the south, south, and north.

"Do you know now, why is this finger pulling called a ladder to the sky?"

Leng Bu smiled again, and the regular pain would go away automatically after a while. And this punishment of finger pulling out makes the pain continue and increase, so that the person being punished almost collapses his brain.

The appearance of the final collapse is really like a person who is full of hope and fantasy to climb the ladder step by step and finally fall from a high altitude. The ladder was almost at the end, one step away from the previous one in the sky, but in the end, someone broke the ladder, causing the people above to fall and shatter their bones.

Since it is a ladder, how long should the fall last? How can people who have not experienced the pain and fear during this period say?

Leng Buyu stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and said, "Although I can understand who is behind you, if you don't speak, you can't be completely sure after all." There are many dishes in this feast, so there is no need to rush to taste them all at once. Today, let's pour it here, three days later, there will be a dish, called Erlong Tu Whisker, at that time, you have to taste it carefully!"