Rebirth of the Earth Immortal Venerable

"What? Don't speak?" The smile on Yang Mingyu's face narrowed, and the atmosphere was particularly depressed. He patted Tan Qiusheng's shoulder heavily, then motioned to his men to bring two wooden sticks and said: "Don't Look down on these two wooden sticks. In ancient times, this type of criminal law was called "arm punishment". They are one foot and five inches long and four inches wide. The two spaces in the middle are used to fix your arms. Then I It will tie you up like Bang Jesus, so that when you struggle with other criminal laws, your arm will endure pain in the heart, so you will not dare to struggle so strongly."

"Tsk tusk tusk." Yang Mingyu looked at Tan Qiusheng and said, "Look at how good I am to you. I'm afraid you are struggling and I checked the ancient books, but you don't need to thank me, just enjoy it."

Under Yang Mingyu’s gesture, the two men really took two wooden sticks and placed them on Tan Qiusheng’s arms, and then used wooden wedges to directly penetrate Tan Qiusheng’s arms from the holes in the sticks, making the sticks tight with the arms. intersect.

During the whole process, Tan Qiusheng didn't say a word, only the low roar in his throat, the sweat on his head, his pale face and his twitching body made people know how much pain he was suffering at this time.

After all this was done, the two men tied Tan Qiusheng to the cross again, but only tied the arms, not the feet.

Yang Mingyu clapped his hands and said: "No shouting, no crying, no scolding. Ye Tan is Ye Tan. It is admirable. Brothers, give Ye Tan some stuff."

The two men smiled and brought out a pot of chili water, took two spoons, and poured one from the left and the other into the wound on Tan Qiusheng's arm.

Generally speaking, when describing pain, salt is sprayed on the wound to describe how painful the person is. However, pouring chili water on the wound is more painful than salting.

Tan Qiusheng’s facial features were distorted and deformed, his head raised high, his throat roared like a beast, and his legs kept kicking on the ground, but as long as his movements were slightly larger, the wound on his arm pierced by the wooden weapon would expand. Taking the opportunity to drill into the fresh wound, bringing even more terrifying endless pain.

"Ah!" Tan Qiusheng finally couldn't help but yelled out, cursing: "Yang Mingyu! I am your uncle! I am your uncle!"

Yang Mingyu snorted coldly and said, "Tan Qiusheng, tell you, as long as you tell me what I want to know, I will treat you with delicious and delicious food. If you don’t have your pains to eat, this is just an appetizer. There is still a big table of delicious dishes! Guess how many dishes you can make?"

Speaking, Yang Mingyu took out a small knife from his arms again, looked at Tan Qiusheng's exposed neck and said: "Next, I will use this small knife to gently scratch the skin on your neck, but you can rest assured. I will never pour chili water on your neck, I will add some sugar water to you, and then put some small ants, these small ants like sweets the most, they will eat the tender meat on your neck, but you can rest assured Right, these ants are not poisonous except for biting people."

Yang Mingyu said to the two men: "Fix his head to me, lest he will kill my little ant with his neck for a while."

"Don't~~"

Tan Qiusheng begged: "Please, please don't torture me anymore, kill me, let me die!"

Yang Mingyu shook his head and said, "That won't work, unless you tell me everything I want to know."

Tan Qiusheng was silent.

"Do it!" Yang Mingyu shouted.

"Don't! I said! I said!" Tan Qiusheng cried bitterly, crying for a long time before sobbing: "Chen Mo has many friends, the most important of which is..."

Tan Qiusheng's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he couldn't hear him clearly behind him, and he looked like he was about to fall into a coma.

"Bring me a little louder!" Yang Mingyu picked up the soup spoon and smashed it on Tan Qiusheng's arm, and said angrily: "Give me a clearer mind!"

Tan Qiusheng wailed again, even his voice became hoarse.

"The most important thing is me, and... and Xu Zihao, he usually likes to go... you can easily catch him if you go there..."

"Where does Xu Zihao like to go?" Yang Mingyu asked.

"Like..." Tan Qiusheng was getting younger and younger.

Yang Mingyu had to get closer and closer, and reached Tan Qiusheng's mouth, and said, "You say it again, that's... ah!"

Unexpectedly, the extremely weak Tan Qiusheng suddenly broke out, biting Yang Mingyu's left ear with one bite, and his pain was so painful that he screamed.

The subordinates hurried over to help, but no matter what method they used, they just couldn't open Tan Qiusheng's mouth.

"what!!"

When the two were separated, Tan Qiusheng had already eaten Yang Mingyu’s ears into his mouth, and he even chewed. While chewing, he shouted, "I ate your beast!"

Yang Mingyu fell to the ground, covered his ears and rolled around, shouting: "Kill him for me! Kill him!"

The two men were about to kill Tan Qiusheng with a more cruel criminal law, but suddenly saw Tan Qiusheng's head hang down.

"Young Master Yang, he...he...he is dead!"

"Dead?! Why did you die! Why did you die!" Yang Mingyu roared.

The subordinate opened Tan Qiusheng's mouth and said in amazement: "Young Master Yang, this guy has also studied ancient methods of death. He bit his tongue and committed suicide!"

That's right, Tan Qiusheng bit his tongue and committed suicide. He also chewed his own tongue when he chewed Yang Mingyu's ears. The criminal law was too bitter, but in the first round, he almost didn't bear it and sold his best. Brother, he was afraid that he would not be able to make the second round.

"Ahhhhhhhh! Death! How can you bite your tongue and commit suicide! I have prepared a lot of meals for you! You dare to die! Even if you die! Give me a sentence! Give me a sentence! Even if he is dead! , I also want him to have no peace!"

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When Xu Zihao went to look for Tan Qiusheng, he had already found something unusual outside the door.

The ground was full of dead bodies, and each one was full of endless horror before death, but there were almost no traces of resistance, which meant that there was an irresistible force here.

Xu Zihao hurriedly rushed to Tan Qiusheng’s office. Outside the office was Tan Qiusheng’s newly recruited secretary. Xu Zihao had seen him a few times. He had just graduated from university and smiled very cutely, but now her body is cold. It's been a long time since he died.

Pushing open the door of the office, it was empty, there was nothing, it was the noble and radical song on the old record.

Xu Zihao's heart sank to the bottom, and tremblingly, he took out his cell phone from his arms and dialed Chen Mo's number.

"Something happened to Qiusheng," Xu Zihao said hurriedly.

"Who is it?" Two extremely cold words came out on the phone.

"No... I don't know... But Qiu Sheng's people are all dead, and there is no resistance. Qiu Sheng is gone now!"

"Wait for me!" is still a short word, but it reveals an uncontrollable hostility.

Chen Mo is angry! Inexhaustible anger! No matter who it is, I will crush you to ashes!