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

The warden of the Dali Temple held a broken porcelain bowl filled with half a bowl of muddy sewage in one hand, and with the other hand he grabbed the messy hair on Chen's head. He put the broken porcelain bowl directly into the mouth of the criminal Chen without any gentleness, and the water in it was gulped down.

"Cough cough cough..."

A violent coughing did not stop the warden of Dali Temple's hand, nor did he care whether more water was spilled or drunk. After he had fed all the water in the broken porcelain bowl to Chen, who was already half dead, the warden handed the broken porcelain bowl to the jailer behind him. Only then did he look ferociously into the eyes of Chen, who was being held in his hand.

"Speak, tell me everything you know, and don't play tricks, otherwise...

snort……"

There are other prisoners here after all. Chen, the bandit leader of Baigushan, who had just had 10 fingernails pulled out, was taken away by the jailers to record his confession. Now the torture room needs the next prisoner to be punished.

Loosening the messy hair on Chen's head, the warden of the Dali Temple walked to the side of the huge brazier that was burning brightly, took down the thickest iron rod from the wall and casually inserted it into the brazier. Then, with the corner of his eyes, he looked like a butcher inspecting lambs to be slaughtered, and excitedly shuttled back and forth in several VIP cells specially prepared next to the torture room.

"The Sun we brought back today is here for the first time in our Dali Temple dungeon. I'm afraid we may not be able to entertain him well, so I'll give him a welcome gift."

Meng Qisui, the cold-faced King of Hell, who had been sitting on the armchair, looked at the bloody and cruel scene in the torture room. His expression showed no emotion at all, but he suddenly gave an order.

The warden of the Dali Temple grinned excitedly and strode towards the VIP cell where Sun was imprisoned. After unlocking the cell door, he witnessed with his own eyes the bloody scene of the bandit Chen being tortured. Sun, an official's wife who usually lived a life of luxury, had never seen such a scene before. She had been worried for most of the day, and with the stimulation of the bloody punishment she had witnessed with her own eyes, Sun was almost scared to death.

The tall and strong prison warden of the Dali Temple bent over and walked into the cell. Sun, who was already frightened to death, felt like a weakling. He couldn't even stand up and could only retreat using all four limbs.

However, in front of the Dali Temple prison warden who was as tall and strong as a bear, the frail Sun's struggle was useless. She was grabbed by the hair and dragged out.

When Sun was tied to the execution rack where the bandit Chen, whose 10 fingernails had just been pried off, was being tortured, he smelled the disgusting smell of blood and felt his trouser legs get wet. He was so scared that he wet his pants.

These well-informed jailers of the Dali Temple did not despise Sun's embarrassment. Instead, they all looked at her with excitement.

"You said she was an official's wife, but she peed her pants..."

"That's right, the wife of an official who peed her pants, haha..."

The jailers laughed at the extremely embarrassed Sun, making her face turn red with embarrassment.

"Be gentle with women, lest you hit them without thinking and end up killing them."

After being laughed at by his jailers, Meng Qisui slowly spoke out to stop them.

The warden of the Dali Temple shrugged his shoulders, turned around, took out the particularly eye-catching long whip covered with barbs from the wall, and swung it hard on the open ground.

"Snapped……"

There was a crisp sound.

The whip seemed to hit Sun's heart. She could not help but jump and no longer cared about her wet pants.