Bug Master In Doomsday

At this time, Jiang Zhizheng was planning to tell Yao Sen the nine-point truth and one-point false lie. Such a candid Jiang Zhi talked endlessly. Yao Sen, who was accustomed to interrogation, sat behind the table and couldn't help but squint. Squinted his eyes.

What Jiang Zhi said is basically the truth based on his experience! But the strangest thing is this. Jiang Zhi is not an ordinary cultivator. He is the first batch of cultivator scouts who have been selected and selected.

The loyalty of this type of person can definitely be guaranteed, but under this simple threat, can you tell all the secrets and intelligence of the school? ! This is not reasonable at all!

Yao Sen never exposed him, but secretly winked at a big man in the corner of the interrogation room. The man immediately understood, nodded solemnly, and left the room softly.

It was still the familiar cell, with a strong blue arc on the rustling steel cage, and two gloomy and ferocious jailers at the door stared at the two practitioners in the cell.

A steady sound of footsteps gradually became clear, and the jailer guarding the cell followed the prestige, and immediately bowed his hands respectfully: "Captain!" "Captain!"

The sturdy man waved his hand coldly and said, "You two go to the deputy team to interrogate this cultivator!"

The big man pointed to the cultivator who had broken his right arm and looked terrified, and then stared at the other person with a grinning smile: "As for you, I will interrogate myself!"

After a while, the two dark, damp, **** torture chambers heard screams of pain into the bones, and the screams suddenly came, and the jailer with excitement in his eyes held a pile of wet rough paper in his hands. With a grin on his face, he quietly looked at the cultivator who was bound by the chain on the torture bed.

The rough and moist paper gently covers his twisted and painful face, and the wet paper is extremely poorly breathable.

His nostrils and mouth were greatly opened and closed, desperately trying to absorb the oxygen in the air, one after another wet paper was superimposed on his face, breathing became more and more difficult.

There were fragments of trance in his brain due to lack of oxygen, his consciousness began to blur, his chest and abdomen undulated violently.

His limbs that were tightly restrained by the iron chain began to struggle violently, even though **** wounds were drawn on his wrists and ankles, his struggling movements still never stopped.

The jailer beside him chuckled excitedly, uncovered the layer of wet paper covering his face, and suddenly the cultivator breathed quickly like a dead fish.

He rolled his eyes halfway, his twisted facial features eased a little, and his struggling limbs stopped making large movements and began to shiver unconsciously.

After waiting for three to five minutes, his brain was slightly awake, and the ugly face of the jailer came to his eyes and said coldly:

"How? It's uncomfortable just now. Tell me what you know, so you don't have to suffer this kind of suffering anymore. Say it, say it! No one will know if you say it."

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The cultivator lying on the torture bed pierced fiercely. When he looked at the stack of wet paper in the jailer's hand with his original firm eyes, he couldn't help but shivered, floating from the bottom of his heart. The feeling of fear caused his pupils to shrink slightly, and his firm consciousness was shaken for the first time!

The extreme sense of suffocation, the despair of being on the verge of death, in just a few minutes, he was as if he was living in a lonely space of endless darkness, life and death would be worse!