The correct way to slap the face quickly

"Wouyou!" Han Wei caught Wuyou's body before it fell.

Wuyou smiled and closed his eyes. Han Wei felt extremely sad when he saw that the sister he loved and grew up ended up like this.

Mo Ran on the side saw that Wuyou had committed suicide and smiled softly. Then she looked at the unconscious Ling Xiao on the side. She believed that with Han Wei's care, Ling Xiao would be in great pain.

"Now that the matter here is over, I will regret it." Mo Ran said with a smile, turned around and left, and Mo Qi naturally followed her.

The leader of the Bronze Sect watched Mo Ran leave, thinking that with such a person in charge of the Netherworld Palace, the Shangqing Palace might also be overwhelmed!

Han Wei endured the pain and buried Wuyou, and then worked with the leader of the Bronze Sect to divide the people of the Lingjian Sect. All the unimportant people in the Lingjian Sect were released, and only those related to these incidents were escorted together. Arrive at Shangqing Palace!

In the dungeon of Shangqing Palace, heart-rending screams could be heard from time to time. Han Wei was sitting there with a cup of tea. Ling Xiao was hanging on the shelf in front of him. At this time, a disciple of Shangqing Palace was going to him. Branding iron, there are few good places on his body at this time!

"Don't tell me!" The Shangqing Palace disciple said through gritted teeth as he put the iron on Ling Xiao's body.

"Ah!" Ling Xiao was trembling with pain, and he said intermittently, "Everything I said is true, it's all true!"

Han Wei looked at Ling Xiao in front of him with a sneer and said, "Still not telling the truth? Continue!"

"No! You can't torture him like this anymore, he won't be able to bear it! Let me do it for him!" There was a small cell behind Ling Xiao, and Meng and Ling Aotian were locked in the cell.

Han Wei felt very happy when he saw Ling Aotian and Meng's anxious look. This family was so heartless that in the end, his junior sister committed suicide to apologize. How could he make them feel better.

"If you don't reveal the whereabouts of the Wan Ren Dao, don't blame me. You asked for it!" Han Wei took a leisurely sip of tea and said with a smile.

Ling Aotian opened the door of the cell and said: "I have told you before that the Wanren Dao has been broken by me. It is not a secret book at all, but some reversed mental methods, which are useless at all!"

"You guys are good at lying, why should I believe you! If you don't hand over the Wan Ren Dao! He will be tortured forever!" Han Wei looked at Ling Aotian and said.

Of course Han Wei knew what they said was true, because when he first searched the Lingjian Sect, he had already found the broken blade of the Wanren Dao and the secret book that was put together.

He found them but still tortured them like this just to vent his anger at the Qing Palace!The crimes these people have committed, it would be too easy for them to die directly!

Ling Aotian was disabled in martial arts and had internal injuries. Watching his son being tortured time and time again, he was so anxious but unable to do anything. His internal injuries suddenly worsened and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground!

Meng cried and screamed again and went to see Ling Aotian's injury. Han Wei sneered at Meng's actions, making you speak rudely and force the little junior sister to death. Of course he had a way to torture Meng!

Ling Xiao had to taste all kinds of torture instruments in the Shangqing Palace every day. The most normal one was to be whipped. As time went by, his body finally couldn't bear the torture from Han Wei, and he finally fell into a coma!

"Brother, head master, he can't stand it anymore." The disciple responsible for whipping Ling Xiao used the whip to hold up Ling Xiao's face. At this time, his face looked more and more terrifying, with ravines and ravines on it, and holes burned out by the iron. There are even traces of fire.

Han Wei sneered and said: "Then just beat him to death. I've seen enough. When he's dead, he'll be thrown into a mass grave to feed the dogs!"

"Yes!" The disciple replied respectfully.

"No! Please spare his life! I am willing to take my own life for him! Let him go!" Meng kowtowed to the ground anxiously for her son.

Han Wei sneered and said: "No, why would I want your life!"

"Ah!" Mrs. Meng looked at Ling Aotian who was seriously injured and unconscious on the ground and still had a fever. Then she looked at her son who was about to die. She suddenly couldn't bear it and went crazy!

In the end, Ling Xiao was tortured to death and thrown directly into a mass grave. The body was quickly eaten up by the wild dogs around him, and not even the bones were left!

Ling Aotian couldn't escape. He was happier than Ling Xiao. He died of illness directly, and ended up like Ling Xiao, becoming the prey of wild dogs.

Meng went crazy. When Han Wei saw that she was really crazy, he stopped caring about her and let her go directly. She wandered around the mass graves every day and was often bitten by wild dogs. One of her feet was bitten off by a wild dog, but she still lingered in the mass grave!

Mo Ran looked at the outcome of the Ling family and Wuyou and expressed satisfaction. At this time, matters in the Nether Palace were on track, and Mo Ran distributed all the things in her hands.

When Mo Ran went to find him, Mo Hua seemed to be aware of it and said straight to the point: "Are you leaving?"

Mo Ran nodded and said, "I have helped her fulfill her wish, and it's time to retire."

"Can she come back?" Although Mo Hua knew the answer, he still had some illusions.

Although Mo Ran was touched by Mo Hua's feelings, she still shook her head honestly. As long as she leaves, this body will die and the original owner's soul will never come back.

"I know, you're on your way." Mo Hua said in a low voice.

Mo Ran nodded and said to Mo Qi: "Let's go."

"Transmission begins."

Mo Hua looked at Mo Ran's slowly falling body. He reached Mo Ran's side in a flash and directly caught Mo Ran's body. He felt that Mo Ran's body was slowly stiffening and losing its temperature. He cried softly. His sister was just gone.

After Mo Ran left, Nether Palace rose rapidly, surpassing Shangqing Palace with an absolute advantage, and became an unparalleled existence in the entire martial arts world.

Everyone said that all this happened because an extremely outstanding talent came out of the Netherworld Palace. This was Mo Ran, the young master of the Netherworld Palace. All the martial arts currently being studied in the Netherworld Palace were created by Mo Ran. All the disciples were grateful to Mo Ran.

The entire martial arts world has discovered that after the rise of Nether Palace, although the way they act is still based on preference, it has become much more standardized. They will no longer kill people for no reason, and they will no longer cause trouble!

Over time, Nether Palace became a sect that heroes from all walks of life aspired to, and it prospered endlessly.

"This is all the credit of Miss Mo Ran. This is not only a contribution to the Nether Palace, but also a contribution to the entire martial arts world."

Mo Hua stood by the window of the study, looking at the grand scene of people coming and going in Nether Palace, feeling very grateful to the person who fulfilled his sister's wish.

"You will be the faith of Netherworld Palace from now on, thank you very much!"