the last traverser

Sighing slightly, Sikong Jinglian took Wen Ya's hand, walked towards the prison...

Jail

The sky prison in Cang Yue Kingdom is not like the sky prison in everyone's impression, which is stinky, dirty and dark, but it is cleaned cleanly. All kinds of instruments of torture, these instruments of torture look very new, it can be seen that the sky prison in Cang Yue Kingdom seldom imprisons people.

It seems that because the prison has not been closed for a long time, all the guards in the prison are listlessly leaning against the wall and dozing off. What's more, the anger doesn't hit one place.

"Snapped"

Throwing the gray-haired man on the ground, the manager angrily slapped the guard closest to him.

"Boss, why did you hit me?" The guard who was beaten finally lifted his spirits and asked aggrievedly when he realized that it was the boss who beat him.

"Look, look at how dead you are now, do you still look like guards?" The manager trembled his fingers, with a look of hatred for iron.

"Okay, my lord! It's not like you don't know how long the prison has not held prisoners. Aren't the brothers just being lazy? Do you need to be so angry?" One seemed to be The head guard smiled apologetically, but he didn't care much about the fuss made by the manager.

Just when the head guard was about to say something, he suddenly felt his clothes being torn by someone, and was about to scold the person who tore his clothes angrily, but found that the head guard's face was terribly dark.

"Why are there no prisoners, don't we have them now?" The manager picked up from the ground the gray-haired man who had lost too much blood and passed out. His face was as black as Bao Gong.After saying this, the manager ignored the guards and walked straight to the inside of the dungeon.

The head guard who was completely ignored had no choice but to follow behind the manager in despair, not even daring to say a word.

The manager randomly found a cell, threw the gray-haired man on the ground, and signaled the head of the guards to tie the gray-haired man to the shelf in the center of the cell. There was still an eager look on his face, it seemed that the head guard was really too bored, after all, the head guard hadn't seen the prisoner for a long time.

The chief guard did not feel the slightest strangeness in the movements of the head guard, so he forgave the lazy behavior of the guards led by the head guard just now, walked to the water tank in person, brought a bucket full of chili water, and poured it on the gray-haired man's head Drain off.

The gray-haired man who was originally in a coma woke up faintly under the stimulation of the pepper water. When he woke up, he found that the wound on his body that was stabbed by the second prince of Cang Yue Kingdom was burning. The commander who attacked Cang Yue Kingdom this time was also a man of great perseverance. He forcibly held back the pain and did not utter a sound.

Sikong Jinglian brought Wen Ya, as soon as she came to the cell, she saw the grey-haired man gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and couldn't help feeling a little admiration for this opponent.

"See Your Majesty." The head of the guards hurriedly saluted when he saw that the person who came was the Supreme Emperor.

"Retire without courtesy."

"Boss, keep going. You must ask something from this person today." Sikong Jinglian casually pulled a chair, sat on it, hugged Wen Ya tightly, and let Wen Ya sit on him. on the legs.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The steward smiled, and selected a leather whip full of hooks from the instruments of torture. The steward perfectly flung out a beautiful whip flower in mid-air, making a "vigorous" sound of breaking through the air, which can be seen If this whip hits it, it will really peel off its skin even if it is not dead!

The manager didn't ask the gray-haired man any questions, but directly greeted the gray-haired man with the whip. The hooked whip hit the gray-haired man's body, bringing out one after another miserable flowers of blood.The gray-haired man's face was dripping with cold sweat, and he bit his lip fiercely, but the gray-haired man remained silent.

The manager seemed to think that it was useless to beat people with a whip, so he threw away the whip casually. The manager picked out a fist-sized iron rod from a large pile of torture instruments.

Wen Ya has never seen the interrogation, so she watched everything that happened with great interest. For the grey-haired man's miserable appearance, Wen Ya could not sympathize with the gray-haired man at all. An enemy is an enemy, and kindness to the enemy is to oneself. cruel.

"You, go up and take off his clothes for me." The manager ordered with an evil light in his eyes.

"Yes." The head guard looked at the manager's expression, and he had vaguely guessed how the manager was going to treat the gray-haired man in front of him, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. Go, this grey-haired man must peel off his skin before he dies.

The steward threw a small fireball, and the basin filled with charcoal in the cell immediately burst into flames. He put the iron rod on the fire and burned it, and white smoke slowly rose from the iron rod.

Wen Ya looked at the manager's actions with some curiosity, and was very puzzled, what exactly did the manager want to do?Unable to understand the key point, Wen Ya had no choice but to turn to Sikong Jinglian for the solution.

"Daddy, who cares what he wants to do to the gray-haired man?"

"Uh... this, Xiaoya better not know." Sikong Jinglian, who knew the character of the manager well, was very embarrassed at this moment. He had already guessed how the manager planned to deal with this gray-haired man, but the method of the manager It is really impossible to tell Wen Ya, so Sikong Jinglian can only hem and haw.

The manager put on a white glove, directly picked up the iron rod that was burning on the fire, and cast another lightning spell, and the iron rod was filled with the power of thunder and lightning. Great power.

The gray-haired man's gray eyes were full of despair. At this time, the gray-haired man was completely naked, and his skin that had not been exposed to the sun for many years was exposed to the air. The original perfect skin was covered with large and small scars. The scar was just left by the supervisor's whipping just now, and the wound was slowly bleeding out, and a strong smell of blood permeated the entire cell.

"You, go and bring a bucket of clean water."

When the head of the guard brought water, the manager poured water on the gray-haired man to wash away the blood on the gray-haired man.The manager walked up to the gray-haired man, pulled the gray-haired man's body, and presented the gray-haired man's back in front of everyone in the cell.

The grey-haired man whose body was being controlled turned pale, thinking of the iron bar that the manager just held, the gray-haired man fell silent...