Dungeon.

Cell of B.

Wuya was lying on the pile of grass and unconscious. The black veil on his face had been torn off, and the black clothes on his body were whipped to pieces and blood. Because he lost too much blood, he lost another arm. He could not and did not have to tie it to the cross-shaped wooden stake like other prisoners, because he didn't have to worry that he would escape.

Of course, he still had iron chains on his feet. Since he entered the cell, it was naturally impossible to make him as comfortable as a normal person.

"Splash him with water!"

After Zhang Lin entered the cell, Huang Shengyan, who was following him, ordered the prison guards. Of course, there was no need to wait for him to sleep until he woke up naturally when he needed to be interrogated. He would wake him up whenever he needed to be interrogated.

"Yes!" The jailer agreed, bent down and picked up a scoop from the bucket beside him, scooped a full scoop of water, walked to the pile of hay lying on Wuya, and poured it on his face.

“Ah~”

The cold water poured on Wuya's face. C쬠    jī his nerves made him scream in horror, and he sat up suddenly. The chains clattered, wiping away the water from his face, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked around with anger. He saw Zhang Lin standing next to the haystack. When he rushed out from the top of the hall to rescue Li Zitang yesterday, he had seen Zhang Lin in the night. Although he was not clear, he looked familiar. Besides, he knew in advance that Zhang Lin was the leader of the Dongchang Factory. At this moment, a familiar person who had seen in Hanyuan appeared in the Dongchang Duke. Eighty percentile was Zhang Lin, who was going to assassinate.

Although Wuya had already recognized Zhang Lin, he still pretended to be unaware of it and ignored it, as if he didn't care about anything. He fell backwards, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and stretched his waist. Because he only had one hand, he just stretched out symbolically.

"You are Wuya, tell me everything you know." Zhang Lin took a step closer, his tone was gentle, but he gave people an unquestionable invisible pressure. This is due to the aura that the person in the upper level automatically has.

"I tell you everything I know." Wuya opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Zhang Lin indifferently, said blankly.

Zhang Lin smiled slightly and reminded kindly: "Don't be lucky in front of me. I advise you to cooperate with me well, otherwise you will suffer later."

Wuya raised a contemptuous smile on his lips, and said in an indifferent tone, saying coldly: "I have said everything I know, what do I tell you if I don't know? I'm afraid you won't be satisfied with making up random things? Also, I advise you not to threaten me. I have experienced all the eighteen torture instruments in your Dongchang, and these are useless to me. If you have any new tricks, just use them. What I want to say is still what I have said before."

Wuya is a very tough man, which can be seen from his strong physique and strong expression. However, Zhang Lin didn't care at all. Even if the other party was a man of iron, he would pry his mouth open.

"No cooperation, right? You seem to be quite strong. I hope you can maintain this kind of demeanor later!" Zhang Lin said unhappily, took out the seven-star magic stick from his arms and shook it in front of Wuya.

When they saw Zhang Lin take out the Seven-Star Magic Stick, many people's eyes lit up. Of course, different people have different meanings of bright eyes. They have seen people who show their power with their own eyes, and a strange and surprising look appeared in their eyes. They remember that Zhang Lin used the Seven-Star Magic Stick to hold him hostage Chen Shi, and used this stick to almost ask the answer from the fierce Chen Shi's mouth. It can be said to be a self-defense weapon and a sharp weapon for interrogation. In the memory of others, this Seven-Star Magic Stick is just suitable for lighting and should have no use for interrogation. It is purely pretending to be a garlic and scaring people.

When he saw the dignified leader of the Dongchang factory and actually took out a small stick to deal with him, Wuya even curled his lips and showed a contemptuous and sarcastic smile. He didn't say a word, but the smile on the corner of his mouth clearly showed that he was not afraid at all. Just because of such a small thing, he wanted to scare me. Do you think I was scared?

"I'll give you another chance and think about it carefully so as not to endure hardships later." Zhang Lin leaned over and looked at Wuya with a playful smile on his face.

"Hmph, just use your skills! Don't keep talking nonstop!" Wuya glared at Zhang Lin and said impatiently.

Zhang Lin shook his head, feeling that this person was the one who could not shed tears without seeing the coffin, and he was simply uncomfortable. He pointed the Seven Star God Stick at Wuya's eyes and suddenly pressed the spray button.

Scream~

A red mist sprayed directly into Wuya's eyes. The next moment, Wuya felt a burning pain in his eyes, tears flowed out, and his eyes immediately became red and swollen, and he could no longer open it.

However, this kind of pain was only a moment. For him, it was nothing more than the eighteen torture instruments in Dongchang. He couldn't help but look down on Zhang Lin even more.

"You have only such skills and want to interrogate your uncle. I'm overestimating your ability!" Wuya covered his eyes with his hands, and sneered in an extremely contemptuous tone.

"This is just an appetizer. Let me show you my true skills." Zhang Linyun said calmly. The reason why he did not use the paralysis function as soon as possible was to spray pepper water first. The purpose was to allow Wuya to adapt to the process of adapting. After all, the latter was a prisoner seriously injured by a broken arm. If he suddenly couldn't adapt to the powerful power of the paralysis function and numb him to death, then he would not get any useful information, so it would be better not to examine it.

After saying that, Zhang Lin pressed the Seven-Star Magic Stick to Wuya's forehead and pressed the paralysis button decisively.

Hesitate ~

A circle of white electric arc jumped out from the front of the Seven-Star Magic Stick, like countless tiny fire snakes, suddenly rushed to Wuya's forehead, spreading rapidly from his forehead to all directions of his limbs, and soon disappeared under his skin.

The next moment, a strange itch like ten thousand ants crawling in their bodies and the stinging pain of ten thousand wasps biting at the same time appeared one after another on Wuya’s body, spreading from his head to his fingers and soles, from his skin to his blood vessels and internal organs.

Large beads of sweat appeared out of thin air on his forehead, rolling down constantly, his body trembling like a slamming, his lips, hands, feet and heart were trembling.

An extremely unbearable pain made him unable to sit quietly on the haystack. He curled up and rolled around the haystack, causing the iron chains on his feet to collide with each other, making a trembling sound, which looked both pitiful, terrifying, and funny.

Wuya was indeed a tough guy. He didn't shout. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure the pain. His face became distorted and became hideous and terrifying. The blood vessels under his skin twisted and beat like earthworms.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, showing a curious, nervous and even suspicious look. At first, they didn't know or believe whether this little stick could work. When they saw Wuya rolling on the haystack, they thought he was too exaggerated, but when they saw Wuya not saying a word, they couldn't help but doubt the function of the Seven-Star God Stick.

It should be admitted that Wuya is a tough guy who is a tough guy.

If his body was intact and peak, he could endure it for a long time and at least two to three impacts of the Seven-Star Magic Stick. However, he had just broken his hand and lost too much blood. He didn't have that much energy and couldn't hold it up for much time. The wound on the broken arm was struggling hard, and the red blood oozed out.
Chapter completed!