After Guan Er and Lu Jin took over the order, they went to the hunting village in Cointreau Mountain, ordered more than a dozen good players such as Zhang Wu and Jiang Zhuzi, and each rode on the horses equipped with Junshan Temple, and under the guidance of Zhang Ze of Longshan Temple, they rushed to the direction of Longshan Temple overnight.

In Longshan Temple, Jiang Zhiheng, the owner of Wuji Temple, was asleep when he was suddenly woken up by a knock on the door, and had to put on his clothes and get up to open the door.

At first glance, it was his henchman, the master of the rivers and lakes who gave him the nickname Moon Shadow Daoist, this person was not a monk, and like Lu Jin, he was a martial artist collected by the Fangtang of Wuji Academy. "Moon Shadow" says that he is outstanding in light skills, good at hiding, likes to haunt at night, and plays tricks with people like Moon Shadow, and he can't get rid of it.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Zhiheng asked.

Moon Shadow said: "Master Fang, I just came back from the mountain, and the Dong Jian Yuan asked again. ”

Jiang Zhiheng was irritable for a while: "It's only been two days, why is the prison so anxious? The surname Song doesn't speak, but how is this good?"

Moon Shadow said: "The Board of Supervisors said that if we can't find Feng Dalang tomorrow, none of us will want to have a good life." ”

Jiang Zhiheng sighed: "In this case, call all the brothers up, and tonight will be a surprise trial!"

Moon Shadow was busy arranging, Jiang Zhiheng walked back and forth in the small courtyard for a few laps, and saw that the side room was ready, so he went in with his hands behind his back.

Song Xiong, the stele opener, was tied with soaked cow tendons on his hands and feet, tied to a table, shirtless, with blood bruises on his face, shoulders, chest, and back.

Jiang Zhiheng was born in Jingtang and Taoism, and he didn't know martial arts, but he had been in charge of this affairs for many years, but he had trained a ruthless character.

At this moment, seeing Song Xiong glaring at him angrily, he sneered, raised his chin, and signaled his subordinates to be punished.

The torture tools and methods used in the square hall are all the ones learned from the county government, and there is nothing surprising about it, but it is this set of methods, but it has been tempered for thousands of years, and it is painful.

Moon Shadow took out a hand clip, went up with a cruel smile, put Song Xiong's ten fingers into it, and said quietly: "The surname Song, I respected you as a good man two days ago, and I was really reluctant to use the big punishment." But tonight is different, if you don't say anything more, you can only waste these hands first, don't blame me. Alas, the stele opener, the great fame in the rivers and lakes, decades of hard work, are you willing to do it yourself? I really can't bear it......"

Song Xiong laughed: "If you have a kind of death, grandpa is a registered fireworker in Junshan Temple, you see who can please me! You treat me like this today, you will come from my family temple to find a settlement, if grandpa is afraid of your grandsons, my Song Xiong's Song character will be written upside down from now on!"

Jiang Zhiheng smiled and said: "To tell the truth, your family temple is very remarkable, I am afraid, but what can I do if I am afraid? If you don't pry your mouth open, don't ask where Feng Dalang is hiding, the poor road will die, since the poor road can't please you, then it's better to let you die first, do you say this is the truth?"

Song Xiong said: "Okay, I, a little fireworker, can drag you, the big Fangtang master, to die together, and die as he deserves!"

Jiang Zhiheng nodded: "Then try it, before you die, see if your mouth is hard, or my torture instrument is hard!"

Moon Shadow got Jiang Zhiheng's instructions, pulled the ropes at both ends of his hand and pulled outward, Song Xiong's whole body suddenly arched in pain, and he bit his lip desperately, not wanting to make a weak sound. But with ten fingers connected to the heart, it really hurt so much that I couldn't stand it, and finally shouted out: "Ahhh......h your eighteenth generation ancestor surnamed Jiang...... Not...... You don't have to die well......"

After two consecutive hand clips, Song Xiong's ten fingers of his hands were almost deformed, tears and snot couldn't help but flow down, and sweat gathered on the ground, but he gritted his teeth and insisted on not saying a word.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhiheng ordered, put on the soldering iron, Moon Shadow Daoist and a few other subordinates moved the charcoal basin that had been burned a long time ago, sandwiched the soldering iron prepared on the charcoal basin with an iron rack, and burned it on Song Xiong's chest, shoulders, and back five or six times in a row, until the skin was rotten, and there was a burst of fishy smell.

Such torture made Song Xiong faint twice in pain, but he was woken up by cold water, still just drinking and scolding, and did not admit it at all.

Tossed and turned, tossed for more than an hour, Song Xiong still did not speak.

Jiang Zhiheng held the silk cloth in his hand, covering his mouth and nose, frowning and thinking.

I heard the Moon Shadow Daoist come up: "Master Fang, I'm afraid it's useless to get it again." This guy is too tight, and he is indeed a man. ”

"Then what do you say?" Jiang Zhiheng moved the silk cloth out of a mouth, and after finishing this sentence, he blocked his mouth and nose - it was so stinky that Song Xiong was already in incontinence.

Moon Shadow pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "In the past, when I was in the rivers and lakes, I saw a lot of such heroes, and the more heroes and heroes I was, the more I was afraid of the lack of strength, in the eyes of the villain, it was better to cut his egg ......"

Jiang Zhiheng couldn't help but shudder, and glanced at the Moon Shadow Daoist twice: "Will you get it?"

Moon Shadow squinted her eyes and recalled: "If it's someone else, you really can't get it, I'm afraid you'll die, but when the villain walked the rivers and lakes, he once learned from a father-in-law, and the owner of Fang can rest assured that he can't die." ”

Jiang Zhiheng was disgusted for a while, but he was a little curious: "Then you try, I can tell you, you must not let him choke!"

"Hey, Lord Fang's relief is, I can't die with this craft!" said the Moon Shadow Daoist, took out a small meniscus-shaped dagger from the boot cover, came to Song Xiong's side with a smile, squatted down and said: "Song Yingying, I can't say it, I'll take you to practice today." ”

Song Xiong's eyes widened with rage, and he roared: "Beast!

Moon Shadow put her mouth to Song Xiong's ear, bit his earlobe, and said softly, "Song Yingying, don't be afraid, just endure it and it will pass, after you cut it, you can find that the joy of life is nothing more than this! After speaking, he stretched out his tongue and licked it in Song Xiong's ear, and did not dislike the blood and sweat stains next to Song Xiong's ear, pursed his mouth and tasted the product, looking intoxicated and enjoying it very much.

Song Xiong closed his eyes and was silent, trembling all over. The Moon Shadow Daoist opened Song Xiong's pants and stared at his crotch for a long time with his eyes intoxicated, and his mouth was full of slurp.

Jiang Zhiheng knew that this person was soft and paranoid, but he didn't expect that it would be like this, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, coughed twice, and urged: "Hurry up." ”

Moon Shadow promised to reach over and gently rubbed Song Xiong's crotch for a moment before turning the dagger and cutting upward.

Suddenly heard the "bang" of the door of the wing, someone kicked it open from the outside, and suddenly broke into several big men, and the first one was Guan Er.

Before Jiang Zhiheng could react, he was slapped to the ground by Guan Er's big mouth, rolled twice, and hit the wall before stopping.

The remaining few Fang Tang patrols were caught off guard, and they were all put on their necks by a few bright swords, and they didn't dare to move.

Only the Moon Shadow Daoist saw the opportunity quickly, and turned behind Song Xiong, wrapped his arms around Song Xiong's neck, pointed the dagger at his throat, and screamed: "Don't come here, I'll kill him if I come over again!"

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