After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Sun became more and more frightened the more she looked, so she quickly turned her eyes away from those terrifying torture instruments and looked towards the opposite side of the torture room.

Across the torture chamber was a cell similar to the one he was living in. He could vaguely see a motionless person lying on the haystack on the floor of the cell opposite.

While the jailer was away for lunch, there was no one guarding the place, so Sun boldly shouted to the other side: "Hey, get up, get up..."

In the VIP cell opposite, the figure on the haystack must have heard Sun's voice. He moved slightly but soon returned to calm.

Having already seen the movements of the figure opposite, Sun was naturally even more unwilling to give up. If she were locked up alone in such a horrible place, without even anyone to talk to, she would be scared to death without even having to wait for those animals from the Dali Temple to torture her.

Not wanting to be alone in this empty and lonely place, Sun bravely knocked hard against the bars at the cell door with his handcuffs.

After Sun knocked hard for a while, the man who looked like a dead body in another super VIP cell opposite finally raised his head slowly.

"Master, Master, why is it you?

How are you doing?

master……

I have been searching for you so hard, wuwuwu..."

After seeing clearly the face of the man in the super VIP cell opposite, Sun excitedly squeezed his face between the two bars, even his face was deformed.

Hearing the excited shouts from the other side, Du Shuijian confirmed that he had not heard wrongly. He did not expect that the person who had just been brought in was actually his wife, Sun.

"Shut up, Sun, stop shouting. What are you shouting about? Be careful not to attract those beasts here. Ahem..."

He turned over with great effort and sat up. Du Shuijian moved twice and found a comfortable sitting position against the wall. He felt as if his throat was on fire, burning with pain. He swallowed hard, almost no saliva left, pursed his cracked lips, and with a hoarse voice, he barely said a few words to Sun opposite him.

The Du Shuijian's voice made Madam Sun lower her voice.

"Master, are you okay now?

Did they torture you?

My poor master, why are we so miserable? It’s really a bad year for us, wuwuwu…”

Sun's crying made Du Shuijian irritable and the wound on his chest caused by the branding iron seemed to emit a smell of burnt flesh.

Watching his own flesh being cooked by the scald was not a pleasant experience. Du Shuijian could not help but gasp.

"It seems that your reunion as a couple is really touching."

The one who suddenly spoke was the vicious dog in the court, Dali Temple Minister Meng Qisui.

The tall Meng Qisui took off his official uniform and changed into a neat dark blue casual suit. He led the Dali Temple prison warden who was as strong as a bear and several jailers and walked slowly towards the punishment room step by step.

Meng Qisui, who seemed to be strolling leisurely, seemed to be walking on the heart of Du Shuijian and Sun step by step, until he stopped right in the sight of Du Shuijian and the Sun couple.

Meng Qisui, who was shivering all over, asked the chief clerk of the Dali Temple to sit behind the desk, lowered his head, picked up a pen and started taking notes on the case file.

Two extremely discerning jailers took the initiative to bring a royal chair to Meng Qisui and placed it in the middle of the torture room.