Lin Fan took out a flame talisman and after activating it, wiped away the foul-smelling saliva.

He smiled again and approached the other party, hoping that the other party would leak some words and then get some useful information, who knows that it would not have any effect at all.

He found that if he continued like this, the whole room would be spit on by this guy.

"Originally, I wanted to ask you if you have any relatives and friends outside, and if you have the chance, I can help you take care of one or two, but now it seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking!"

Lin Fan lowered his face and summoned the torture tool from the system.

Tiger bench, chili water, whipping, three-pronged,

However, after Lin Fan's crazy torture, the other party still did not give in.

"It's a stabbing hand!" Seeing that there was no effect, Lin Fan couldn't help but worry in his heart.

He pumped the other party for an hour without any interruption, and even if his physical body was strong enough, he was also drawn out of the Dao blood.

If it were replaced by Li Shi in the original East 888 prison house, it is estimated that he would have cried bitterly at this time, and even explained what color dǐ kù was.

"You want me to submit to this level of punishment, you also underestimate your ghost Grandpa Dongmeng!"

Just when Lin Fan was at a loss, the prisoner suddenly burst out laughing, and his eyes were full of disdain when he looked at Lin Fan.

"Ghost Dongmeng?"

Lin Fan was happy, this guy actually spit out his name in a fit of emotion.

It seems that this hour's punishment is still somewhat effective, although it ended because of failure, but at least I know what the other party's name is.

The next thing is to try to find out the origin of the other party as much as possible to study this guy's weaknesses.

As long as there is a weakness, it is much easier to interrogate.

In any case, these twelve hours must not be wasted, and even a little bit of information should be able to get some points.

He doesn't think that everyone can successfully complete the tasks given by the system, and it is estimated that the time will also be based on the progress of the score.

"By the way, Dabi doesn't seem to be forbidden to use treasures, so can my goods also come in handy?"

It seemed that torture to extract confessions would not work, Lin Fan's eyes flashed, and he thought of a pile of goods in the corner of the storage ring.

In any case, the means that can be used must be tried, and even if the prison ranking is hopeless, the individual score must be accumulated.

In the final individual race, the points from the first two are still very useful.

And Ghost Dongmeng also seemed to feel that he had said the wrong thing, and after snorting, he closed his mouth directly, without saying a word, just despised Lin Fan with his eyes.

"Don't you speak?"

Lin Fan took out a set of tools to suture the wound and stared at Ghost Dongmeng gloomily.

"Since you don't like to talk so much, I'll reluctantly sew your mouth shut, and even if others want to ask you something, you can keep it a secret, and in the future, in this prison of all worlds, practice closed-mouth meditation with peace of mind. ”

Lin Fan took out another alcohol lamp, lit it, and began to use the lamp to burn the curved needle that sutured the wound.

Ghost Dongmeng snorted coldly, and then closed his eyes, seemingly planning to resist to the end.

The flame of the alcohol lamp flickered and flickered, and a faint smell of alcohol gradually spread into the room.

"Come on, come on, I'll help you sew half of it first, so that you can feel the feeling of being speechless if you want to!"

Lin Fan picked up the scients with tweezers and walked in front of Ghost Dongmeng, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the other party's messy hair.

"Damn, it's so ugly, look like this, is it from the Shura clan?"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Lin Fan's mind suddenly flashed with a flash of inspiration, this guy's appearance was a bit like the ghost mastiff in his prison cell.

"Ghost Dongmeng?"

After muttering in his heart for a moment, and then looking at Ghost Dongmeng's ugly and somewhat unspoken face, he became more and more sure of the conjecture in his heart.

"Shura?"

It's really a coincidence, Lin Fan didn't expect to encounter the Shura clan here, no wonder his mouth is stinky and hard.

Now that he has determined the other party's race, he is not so anxious to start.

Not to mention anything else, as far as his needle and thread are concerned, it is still a question whether he can penetrate the other party's face, don't be punished when the time comes, but be laughed at by the other party.

"How do you know my identity?" Ghost Dongmeng's face changed.

Lin Fan smiled slightly, took out the sky-shaking stick, pulled the other party's scattered hair apart, and then took out a reflective mirror, and said, "You take care of it yourself, it's so ugly and unique, who else can there be besides the Shura clan?"

Hearing this, Ghost Dongmeng no longer wondered how Lin Fan knew his identity, but looked at himself in the mirror very narcissistically, and said lightly: "The vision of the lowly clan is short-sighted, what is the use of appearance? Strength is the real right to speak! Moreover, my Ghost Dongmeng is also a well-known beautiful man among the Shura clan!"

Lin Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense, put away the mirror, and then wrote the name and ethnicity of Ghost Dongmeng on a piece of paper.

"Brother Dongmeng, how about we make a deal?" After thinking for a moment, Lin Fan said.

Ghost Dongmeng sneered and didn't answer, as if he was still despising Lin Fan's aesthetic views.

"I once met a person from the Shura clan, who is also a dead duck with a hard mouth, but after seeing my conditions, he immediately begged me to trade with him, aren't you curious about the content of this deal?"

Lin Fan circled around Ghost Dongmeng, wondering if this guy had the same hobby as the Ghost Mastiff.

When he returned to his original position, he accidentally knocked over the bottle of alcohol lamp.

The blue flames burst into flames, and the faint smell of alcohol instantly became intense.

Lin Fan raised his hand and swept it out, extinguishing the flame.

But at this moment, he casually looked at Ghost Dongmeng, and found that the other party's eyes showed a trace of regret, and he subconsciously licked his lips.

Lin Fan suddenly laughed, this kind of subconscious action can't deceive people, he is now sure that Ghost Dongmeng must be a senior drunkard.

Only alcoholics feel sorry for such things as alcohol.

Thinking of this, he immediately took out a few bottles of liquor, and even the only two bottles of Moutai were taken out.

This cost him a lot of soft sister coins, and he originally planned to honor Taqi.

"In my world, such a fine wine is considered a luxury, since we met Brother Dongmeng here, how about we have a drink?"

Lin Fan unscrewed the wine bottle, then took out two cups, and after filling them, he placed one of them in front of Ghost Dongmeng.

Ghost Dongmeng's nose sucked hard, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, he had never seen anyone drink to each other during an interrogation of a prisoner.

Moreover, Lin Fan's smile was too fake, and he knew at a glance that he must have another purpose.

It's just that he doesn't understand, is this human in front of him trying to get him drunk?

"Don't think about it so much, I'm also a friend of your kindred, and he also taught me a set of "Shura Alchemy Technique", so this cup is considered a tribute to your clan!"

Lin Fan picked up the wine glass, nodded at Ghost Dongmeng, raised his head and drank it.

Of course, the moment the drink was in its mouth, he wrapped it with the power in his body.

It was a big competition, and he didn't dare to get himself drunk.

Don't ask anything at that time, and go out drunk yourself, it will really be a joke, and it is estimated that he will become the only person who has drunk himself during the interrogation of prisoners since the previous big competition.

Hearing Lin Fan say this, a trace of essence flashed in Ghost Dongmeng's eyes.

"What, don't believe me?"

Lin Fan took off his coat and ran the "Shura Body Refining Technique" a little.

"Eighth floor?!"

Ghost Dongmeng couldn't help but let out an exclamation, although he had already cultivated the "Shura Body Alchemy Technique" to the Great Perfection, but he suddenly found that a foreigner could actually cultivate to the eighth layer, and the other party was still a human race known for his weakness, he still couldn't help but be taken aback.

"If it weren't for the time constraints, I would have cultivated the Shura Alchemy to the Great Perfection by now. ”

Lin Fan was a little excited in his heart, what a good omen, the other party was already taking the initiative to communicate with him.

As long as he maintained this rhythm, he might not be able to complete his task within twelve hours.

Hearing this, Ghost Dongmeng finally nodded, picked up the glass of wine in front of him, and said, "To the Shura clan!"

After drinking it all, Ghost Dongmeng's gaze fell on Lin Fan again.

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and he asked, "Can you tell me who is the person who taught you the Shura Alchemy Technique?"

"This ......" Lin Fan looked embarrassed.