Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

The red flowers were painted in a childish way, appearing one by one on the skin like blooming flowers, which was extremely strange.

At this point, the old man surnamed Yao had begun to react, making humming sounds in his throat, but he tried his best to hold it back.

After a while, when he was about to draw the lower body, Chen Zhong stopped and explained:

"It is said that private parts are the most sensitive and are the best place to inflict punishment, but we should always leave a ray of hope in the heart of the prisoner. There are so many sects in the world, and there is no guarantee that there will be methods of suicide or mutual destruction."

Chen Wenhe nodded repeatedly and praised, "Wonderful! No wonder the ancestor said that you are the most promising genius in the Chen family to form a pill in the next hundred years. Your perspective on things is different from others. Oh, right! Is there any secret to this little red flower?"

Chen Zhong shook his head and said, "I have some talent, but I am not a jack of all trades. I know nothing about painting. I only learned to paint little red flowers when I was a child."

Everyone was stunned, but when they saw Chen Zhong's indifferent expression, they felt even more terrified.

At this time, the bearded man coughed and said, "As for painting, I have some experience. If you don't have any special requirements, how about I paint your back?"

Chen Wenhe turned his head and said with a smile: "You kid! Although I am not an expert in this art, I still have a certain level of appreciation. It is not difficult for you. You can paint a picture with this scene as the theme, and we will appreciate it. If the painting is good, you can return to the clan early."

The old man surnamed Yao was already grimacing in pain at this point, and when he heard that the other party regarded the execution as entertainment, he became even more furious. However, he could not move a single part of his body, so he could only stare blankly.

Zhao and Qian saw this and felt very indignant, but they were also stranded in the same situation and it would not be long before it would be their turn.

The bearded man walked up with a smile on his face, took the paintbrush and venom, and went behind the iron rack.

He pondered for a moment, then began to paint. After a cup of tea, he shouted, "It's done!"

"Can this iron frame be turned over?" Chen Wenhe raised his eyebrows.

Chen Zhong was obviously stunned, thinking that this was not something that a genius like him should do, so he said to Zhao Qian and the others, "Come over here and lift it up. Turn the shelf over."

Zhao and Qian didn't want to offend this person from the bottom of their hearts, so they behaved well and hurried forward.

The two of them worked together to flip the iron frame over.

A lifelike tortoise shell appeared on the thin back of the old man surnamed Yao. At first glance, it seemed as if it was growing on his back.

But if you look closely, you can see that the turtle's claws are painted under the ribs, in a contracted position.

The only slightly inconsistent thing is the glans, which is stretched out very long and drawn on the back of the neck.

Chen Wenhe frowned and asked, "Hmm... the painting is very vivid, but this head seems a little inconsistent!"

The bearded man smiled and said, "Don't worry, the answer will be revealed soon."

After a while, the venom in the final painting gradually took effect, making the turtle look more lifelike.

And a horizontal line gradually appeared on the neck, as if a long knife had cut through it.

Chen Wenhe suddenly realized what was going on and clapped his hands in praise, "Great! Great! It's really great!"

He stood up, walked to the iron frame, stroked his beard and said, "Old Yao has a bad temper and is stubborn. This image is so appropriate. It's a good metaphor and a good painting. This last move is a stroke of genius." He deliberately laughed loudly and said, "Old Yao, if you stick your head out, you will be stabbed. If you shrink your head, you will also be stabbed. Don't hide. Hahaha!"

Chen Zhong stood aside, stroking his chin and said, "The so-called brilliant writing should be just like this. Brother, follow me in the future! As long as I don't die, I will be the head of the Chen family sooner or later."

The bearded man touched the back of his head and just grinned foolishly.

On the iron frame, the old man surnamed Yao gnashed his teeth, but he couldn't see his back, so he could only shout, "Chen Wenhe, what did you draw on my back?"

Chen Wenhe smiled and said, "According to Ah Zhong, there should be a way out for everything. In order to prevent you from getting upset, I won't tell you!"

"Fuck you, Chen family immortal!"

Chen Wenhe was not angry, but smiled even more happily and said:

"Okay, there's one last step. I spent money just to hear the sound."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhong immediately made a gesture and pointed towards the top of the cave.

A hemp rope fell down like a snake and finally stopped above the iron frame.

Chen Zhong immediately untied the old man Yao's hands and tied them to the hanging hemp rope.

The old man surnamed Yao's tendons were all broken in twelve places, and his whole body was as soft as noodles. He was pulled by a hemp rope and swayed as he rose above the cross crack.

A cloud of black smoke rose up, as if it had life, rushing towards the old man surnamed Yao and penetrating into his body full of holes.

Faced with the torture just now, the old man surnamed Yao gritted his teeth and stood firm, but after the black smoke entered his body, he immediately howled in pain, and his voice echoed throughout the entire cave.

After a while, the old man surnamed Yao began to curse: "Chen Wenhe, you idiot, fuck your mother!"

"No one in the Chen family will have a good death. I will definitely dig up your ancestral graves!"

"Chen Shaniao, you pig..."

The old man surnamed Yao had no scruples and kept swearing at him, but Chen Wenhe paid no attention to him. Instead, he beat the rhythm as if he was listening to a ditty.

After about an incense stick of time, the old man surnamed Yao's howling became more miserable, and his curses became incoherent.

"The climax is coming, everyone listen carefully!" said Chen Wenhe.

Soon, the old man surnamed Yao began to beg:

"I was wrong...I was wrong, okay!"

"I will never run away again... I will never run away again..."

"Chen... Immortal, you think I'm... a piece of shit, please let me go!"

Chen Wenhe laughed loudly and said, "It's great, it's really great, this spiritual stone is really worth it."

The old man surnamed Yao begged for a while, but his voice gradually became blurred, leaving only a wailing that made one's soul tremble.

Gradually, even the wailing sounds disappeared, leaving only faint humming sounds.

Zhao Qian looked at this scene, and a chill rushed straight to his fontanelle. Before he even woke up, he had already broken out in a cold sweat.

After a while, seeing that the old man surnamed Yao was about to faint, Chen Zhong stepped forward and pointed at the old man surnamed Yao.

In mid-air, the old man surnamed Yao suddenly regained consciousness and his eyes gradually became clear.

His face was distorted, and he looked like he was dying. He cursed, "Chen Wenhe...you bastard..."

Chen Wenhe narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked, "Can your medicine line last for seven days?"

"Don't worry, I've tried it myself, and the drug is definitely effective."

Chen Wenhe's mouth twitched and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

About two quarters of an hour later.

When the old man surnamed Yao was silent again, Chen Wenhe turned to the white-skinned people and said, "Okay, it's your turn!"

In an instant, the three white-skinned men became limp, and collapsed on the ground, begging, "Please spare our lives, Immortal Chen..."

"No, no, I would rather die, please let me die..."

"Since this is my first offense, please let me go this time... I will never run away again."

The three white-skinned men begged continuously, their faces covered with tears and snot.

Chen Wenhe folded his hands in front of his chest, and after waiting for a while, he said, "It seems that this is indeed a first offense. In this case... I should give you a chance."

The three white-skinned men had hope in their eyes and kept swearing and swearing, hoping to escape.

"But what good will it do me to give you a chance?"

The three white-skinned people rushed forward and promised:

"I will hand in one more spiritual stone every seven days!"

"Yes, every seven days, we will hand in one more spirit stone."

"My skills are of a high level, so I'll hand in one more dollar every five days."

Chen Wenhe shook his head and said, "Are you kidding me? Do I look like I'm short of those few spiritual stones? Ah Zhong, prepare for the punishment."

The pupils of the three white-skinned people shrank, and one of them gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to form a soul-stealing formation and hand in a medium-grade soul stone every day."

The remaining two white-skinned people changed color when they heard this, but soon lowered their heads and said, "We are also willing to form a formation and hand in a medium-grade spirit stone every day."

Chen Wenhe smiled happily and said, "That's right! I thought you guys were stupid! Remember, don't run again. If you run again, I'll double the amount next time."

Zhao and Qian were standing aside, confused by what they heard.

What does handing in spiritual stones every day have to do with cultivation techniques? Does it mean that if the cultivation techniques are stronger, more minerals can be mined?

As for forming the formation, it was even more difficult for them to understand, and they didn't know how to produce mid-grade spirit stones.

As the two were thinking, Chen Wenhe's voice sounded again:

"You two, it's your turn. I'll give you two choices. First, you'll be whipped 90 times, and then you'll have to endure 10 lashes in the pit. The other choice is to go to the pit and endure 10 lashes first, and then come down and get whipped 90 times."

Qian Xiaoyi looked terrified and asked, "We just went down the mine and don't know anything. Can you give us a chance? Spare us this time."

Zhao Rui echoed, "Senior Chen, please give me a chance."

Chen Wenhe said with a smile: "I have already given you the opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again. You are just trying to intimidate me. There is no room for negotiation. After you go down to the mine, you have to feel the evil spirit. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling Chen Zhong to get to work quickly.

Upon seeing this, Chen Zhong immediately stepped forward with his whip and dragged the two men to the rack.

"Hurry up and choose. If you don't, Brother Zhong will come to you in any way he can." Chen Wenhe said.