I Raise Spiders in Pansi Cave

In the narrow space of the dungeon, the sound of the whip slapping on the person is particularly harsh, especially the slapping sound of the already festering wound being slapped by the whip mixed with chili water, which makes people mistakenly think that it is slapping the surface of the water. Fantasies of waves float in my mind.

The strong man next to him reminded: "Take it easy and save some space for me. You have taken it all away, not even a piece of rotten skin. Where do you want my soldering iron to be?"

The hunchback stopped his hands and said out of breath, "Then you come, have a cigarette next to me."

The strong man picked up the soldering iron and searched Lin Linshan for a long time, finally found a piece of flesh that was still in good condition, and pressed it down heavily.

A scoff sounded.

But the sound was quickly drowned out by Lin Linshan's miserable howling.

A burst of white smoke rose, blocking his festered and distorted face.

The dungeon was filled with the smell of barbecue.

The door of the dungeon opened suddenly, and the smell of smoke wafted out along the door.

A man with long hair and a flowered shirt walked in, reached out and fanned the unpleasant smell around his nose.

The hunchback with the whip and the strong man with the soldering iron stood up respectfully and called out, "Brother Kuan."

Brother Kuan nodded and asked, "How is it?"

The hunchback said: "This kid is too stubborn, so he won't say anything."

Brother Kuan came to Lin Linshan.

Lin Linshan's soul was imprisoned in the air, and he could clearly see everything that happened in this dungeon.

He has endured countless tortures in the past two days, and he remembers everyone who tortured him, but the one who scares him the most, apart from Zhao Chun, is this person in front of him.

He heard Zhao Chun call him "Feng Kuan", while others called him "Brother Kuan".

He watched him pull out the nails of ten of his fingers, insert a long barbed wire into his esophagus, and pierce the wall of his stomach...

Now the demon stood before him again.

Feng Kuan raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said, "There is still half an hour, brother Chun said, if you don't say it in half an hour, you don't need to say it. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, you expect People who can come to save you have already come, and they took two people. But you were not asked."

These words hit the tense nerves of Lin Linshan, who was already on the verge of limit, and broke his will almost instantly.

But the last glimmer of sobriety told him that this might be a fake, a trick of the enemy.

The captain will not ignore himself, no!

I have persisted for so long, should I give up now?

There is still half an hour, and I will be free in half an hour. Give me a good time.

This was the last thought left by the weak Lin Linshan.

Feng Kuan took out a knife, a very sharp knife, played with it a few times, and then began to gesticulate on Lin Linshan's body.

He complained: "What did you do? How can you make it look like this, there is not even a piece of good skin left!"

He sighed, "This way there is no collection value."

He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Lin Linshan's imprisoned soul.

Only he can see the forests and mountains there, and his two subordinates cannot see them.

He said: "I'm going to peel your skin now, don't worry, my craftsmanship is very good, and the peeled skin will be intact. Although your skin is rotten and has no collection value, I will try my best to help you restore it and save it for a while." Time. After all, you are a person with cultivation, and your skin tissue is better than ordinary people. I will start from your feet and go all the way to your head. It will take about half an hour. If you can't bear it in the middle, you can stop. I will give you a chance to speak, and this is your last chance."

He squatted down and began to work, carefully cutting off Lin Linshan's toes with a knife.

Lin Linshan was completely desperate.

At that moment, the last bit of faith he had held on to for two days began to waver.

And at this moment, the door of the dungeon was kicked open.

Feng Kuan looked back and saw Ermao with his hair parted in the middle, standing pale at the door of the dungeon.

"Ermao, why are you here?" the hunchback asked.

"I, I, I..." Er Mao hesitated and couldn't speak.

"What are you, talk quickly if you have something to say, and fart quickly if you have to, don't you see that Brother Kuan is busy?" the strong man roared.

Er Mao suddenly pointed at Feng Kuan and said, "It's him, he...Feng Kuan...has nothing to do with me!..."

The strong man was about to slap Ermao's mouth when he came up.

"Did you name your fucking Brother Kuan?..."

Er Mao squatted down in fright.

But as soon as the strong man raised his arm, he suddenly flew up and hit the wall with a bang.

Feng Kuan sensed that something was wrong the moment Er Mao entered the door, and shouted sharply, "Who is it?"

Before the words fell, he found that there was an extra person in front of him.

Feng Kuan's reaction was quick, and the knife in his hand had already drawn a white light and slashed across.

This knife is his proud treasure and has been with him for nearly 40 years.

And he has always been very confident in his sword skills.

How many people have become ghosts under his sword, and many of them are successful in cultivation.

In his eyes, only Zhao Chun is the real master, and other so-called practitioners are not worth mentioning.

At such a close distance, his unexpected knife, I believe few people can block it.

Knife light flashed.

He put his hands away confidently.

But he suddenly discovered that the hand was retracted, but the knife was not retracted.

The knife stopped in mid-air, as if it was imprisoned by something.

He reached out to get it, but the raised hand still couldn't reach the knife.

Then, the knife suddenly turned around in the air, turned into a white light, and slashed along his arm. When it arrived in front of him, the knife stopped in the air, and the tip of the knife was aimed at his nose.

Feng Kuan knew that he had encountered a master, and immediately shouted: "Quickly inform Brother Chun!"

Only then did the hunchback come to his senses, and ran towards the door.

However, the dungeon door slammed shut at this moment, the hunchback slammed into the door, bounced back, flew upside down in the air, and hit the strong man who had just got up.

……

Qi Wufei looked at the bruised Lin Linshan, his heart was bleeding.

This was the worst injury he had seen since entering the City God's Division.

Even Li Yunchong who was poisoned by snake venom, Cao Gang who was pierced by Mofu, and those who survived a day and night in Lingxi Town, none of them were injured so badly.

But the worst one was his subordinate, and the reason why he was injured was because he asked him to investigate a case beyond his ability.

Qi Wufei took out two pills and stuffed them into Lin Linshan's mouth.

Then Lin Linshan's soul curse was lifted, allowing his soul to return to his body.

Lin Linshan woke up leisurely and looked at Qi Dingfei.

He really wanted to call Captain, but he seemed to have forgotten how to pronounce these two words after he hadn't spoken for two days, and only made a cracked and hoarse sound in his throat.

Qi Wufei motioned him to keep quiet, and said to him, "Brother, it's all right, let's go home."

Tears flowed from Lin Linshan's blurred eyes, along his festered face, flowing in scars like ravines.

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Chapter 380 IX, My Sword Technique Is Not Bad

Qi Wufei wiped away the tears from the corners of Lin Linshan's eyes with his fingers, fed him two more pills, and used magic power to help him dissipate the medicine's power and protect his heart, before gently putting him on the ground.

Then, he stood up, took a deep breath, and turned around sharply.

The knife was still in mid-air, with the tip facing Feng Kuan's nose.

Feng Kuan wanted to resist, but he couldn't move at this moment.

He felt himself sinking to the bottom of the sea, and endless pressure came from around him.

He had only felt this kind of pressure from Zhao Chun.

"Who are you?" He choked out three words from his throat.

Qi Wufei didn't answer him, but just looked at him coldly.

The death-like icy eyes made people feel frightened.

Feng Kuan thought he would never be afraid.

He killed countless people and was almost killed countless times.

He even worships death a little bit.

Every time he kills, he tortures people to the limit before killing them.

He would peel off human skin with skillful knife skills, and then treasure it.

Every time he appreciates his victory, he feels inexplicably excited.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found that he was not as high as he imagined that he could look down on life and death.

When death is at hand, fear follows.

However, what frightened him even more was that the person in front of him seemed unwilling to kill him right away.

He saw the flames of hatred in those cold eyes.

Qi Wufei gathered himself together, let out the depression in his heart, and calmed himself down.

Once the person has been found, he needs to calmly weigh the whole matter, and what to do next is the best solution.

You have to vent your anger and revenge, but you must be calm.

Only by being calm can you reduce your own losses and make the enemy pay a greater price.

He looked at Feng Kuan and said: