Chapter 1417: Wooden hammer

When he opened his eyes, what appeared in front of him was a man who was covered with black robes all over his body, and the man was wearing a mask on his face.
The mask man's feet kicked him again, who had fallen to the ground...
Jiang Feng only had time to cross his hands against his chest, and he couldn't do any extra movement.
Jiang Feng, who suffered from severe pain again, was full of bloodshot eyes, as if he were a wild beast. I never saw my opponent before, but it is different now.
He had just experienced what it was like to die before, and now he was hit like this in a combat that he had quite a bit of experience, and he had no power to fight back. This is for him. The shame was humiliated.
It's just that the fighting power will not change much because of his anger. Jiang Feng can feel the fighting level of this masked person, that is, it is really no big deal to be stronger than him.
But he just couldn't beat him, he could only be beaten passively. Unwillingness and anger have been accumulating in his heart, and the body has been suffering from pain.
The mask man has great power. After a long time of perseverance, Jiang Feng's consciousness began to blur again. He knew that he would be beaten to death by this mask man.
He wanted to resist, so he used all his strength to stand up, waved his fist hard, and struck towards the mask man, but unfortunately the final outcome remained unchanged.
The mask man grabbed his fist with ease, hitting his temple with a backhand. The feeling of dizziness quickly blurred his consciousness. After a while, he fell to the ground .
The last thought before dying was that it was such a feeling of being beaten to death. In his sinful life, he has done this kind of thing many times, but was killed by others alive, this is his first time.
He had thought that this time was really over, but he didn't expect that he woke up again, this time it was awakened by someone with cold water, he was already tied to your chair and stood by him In front of him is the mask man.
This time Jiang Feng didn't wait for the mask man to move a little bit, he started to swear: "Death magistrate, you beast, if you have the ability, just kill me directly. What's the point of doing such a trick?" Aren’t you great? Come, kill me, I can tell you, if you don’t have the ability to kill me, then wait for me to kill you!"
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, but he didn't like to hear the words of cursing himself from the mouth of such a sinner. Ye Chen snapped his fingers, and saw that the mask person didn't know where to take it out and took a small wooden hammer, and hit the egg on Jiang Feng and smashed it down.
"what!"
The shrill cry came from Jiang Feng's mouth. In this large empty room, there was constant echo. This kind of pain is more serious than the pain of being killed before. Even more dramatic.
This was his favorite method before, and now it is his turn to try this taste.
This is how he understands how painful this method is, and now he understands why even if he used this trick before, even a hard-mouthed person would know everything.
Ye Chen's icy voice rang in his ears: "I hate other people to scold me like this. This kind of painful taste is very uncomfortable? It's okay, this is just the beginning. Think about what you have done to others before. Do what you do, you will feel that this is no different from a nightmare... Oh, there is still a difference, because you will not die, but you will hurt very much..."
Jiang Feng was a little better, and still still painfully beneath him, but he was much better than he was at the beginning, but in his heart, it was extremely painful.
There is too much panic in his eyes. He knows exactly how many methods he used to kill others in the past. Now he has to replace himself with one after another. This is for him. It is an endless nightmare.
"No... don't..." Jiang Feng shook his head hurriedly, and the arrogance at the beginning could no longer be seen: "I beg you... I beg you death judge...you killed me , I know I am so guilty, you killed me!"
Jiang Fenghui became like this and became so scared. In addition to the pain just now, it was also because he had experienced the feeling of death twice before.
Normal people have only one chance in their lifetime to experience what it is like to die. Jiang Feng has experienced it twice so far.
He was scared... The taste of feeling he would go to was really bad.
His fear made him long for a real death to end his sinful life at this time.
Ye Chen listened to his plea indifferently and only asked him a question: "You have heard a lot of such begging for mercy before. Have you ever let go of those innocent people?"
Jiang Feng stopped his begging for mercy, closed his mouth, and remembered hard. He wanted to find one in the depths of his memory that could prove that he had let others go before, but unfortunately... not.
He never let go of his beggars once.
Ye Chen seemed to see through his heart: "Because you never let anyone else go, even once. So now, this is just the beginning..."
"I beg you! I know I'm wrong!" Jiang Feng shouted hysterically: "I beg you, okay? Give me the real death!"
Ye Chen looked at him indifferently without saying a word.
The mask man explained very well what it means to be unbiased, and the power and angle of his second hammer did not change from the first time.
"what!"
Jiang Feng's screams replaced his begging for mercy, as the death judge said, for him, such pain is just the beginning, and he still has a lot of unwilling pain to bear.
The wooden hammer smashed the egg and finally stopped when the mask man smashed the 134th.
Jiang Feng may not remember it, but Ye Chen knows very well that this is the sum of the number of times he has done such things to others, not once, not too many times...
Jiang Feng was dying of pain. Although he felt alive, his soul seemed to have floated into the sky.
His crotch hurts no longer any other feeling, the benefit of the wooden hammer lies here. ..
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