The black-haired old man was shocked and had a bad premonition.
"That's good, let's have a castration."
The black-haired old man's pupils tightened. The clone number one identical to the old man picked up a scimitar that was more than ten centimeters long, pulled off the black-haired old man’s pants, and slashed at the one or two inches. Go down.
A cold light flashed, a lot of blood gushing out, a long strip thinner than a dollar of ham sausage was held by Clone One, with a trace of blood still stained on it, and a screaming scream came.
The black-haired old man who was already a mortal felt an unbearable pain.
Some people say that women suffer the most during childbirth, but they do not know that being castrated is the most painful. Because the lower body is full of nerves, a little bit of pain will be magnified several times.
At some point, the black-haired old man fainted in pain.
A mass of cold water poured on him, and a severe pain spread from his lower body again, which was caused by being touched by water.
"I will kill you if I get the chance."
After bleeding from the ground, the white-haired old man's face turned pale, but the blood around the wound had begun to solidify, but the pain still did not disappear, and the screams still came from time to time.
About three days later, the pain of being castrated gradually disappeared, and the black-haired old man was also hungry. When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that the thing under him had not been cut off, and he laughed suddenly.
"Are you lucky?"
At this time, Yang Fan's voice came and the old man's voice came to an abrupt end.
"This is only the first type of torture, and it is just ordinary to your mental torture. I hope you can enjoy it next time."
As soon as the voice fell, in front of the old man, he took a mouthful of the cauldron. There was a pot of water in it, and there was still a fire burning under the cauldron.
"This second torture is called cooking, which is to cook you alive. Before that, you will slowly realize that the water temperature is getting higher and higher."
"Devil, you are a devil!"
Thinking that he was going to be cooked, the black-haired old man peeed his pants in fear.
When Yang Fan thought, the old man appeared in the cauldron, surrounded by formations that prevented him from crawling out. He was stripped naked except for a piece of underpants.
With the passage of time, the temperature of the water in the tripod became higher and higher, and Dou Da's sweat ran down the old man's forehead. The temperature at this time has reached fifty degrees, and the skin on his lower body has begun to redness, but it is still within a tolerable range, so there is no scream.
When the temperature reached more than sixty degrees, it was already the limit that the human body could endure. The high temperature made the black-haired old man struggle constantly, wanting to climb out of this giant tripod.
However, the surface of the tripod was burned by the fire, and the temperature far exceeded the temperature of the water. He just put his hand on it, and the contact area was directly scalded.
After another few minutes, the temperature of the water had reached more than seventy degrees, and the black-haired old man was struggling even more.
When it came to more than eighty degrees, the black-haired old man was dying, his whole body flushed, and some parts were half-ripe, where the muscles and nerves had been necrotic.
It didn't take long for the water to boil, the black-haired old man was dead, his whole body was bright red, and the skin in some places was broken, revealing the white-boiled muscles underneath, which was very disgusting.
Even though he was far away, Yang Fan could still smell the smell of urine, which made him sick.
The next day, the black-haired old man woke up gradually. When he reacted, he found that he was naked and tied to a wooden table. The familiar tripod beside him was still there, but there was no corpse in the water, some just Boiling boiling water.
"You finally woke up."
At this time, beside the old man, Yang Fan looked at him with a playful expression. Behind Yang Fan, ten avatars of the old man were wearing black suits with black sunglasses on their faces, their legs spread apart, their hands behind them, I don’t know. Thought it was a bodyguard.
"I think you should know the first torture, it's called palace torture. The next one is the type of torture. You may not know this word yet."
After speaking, Yang Fan clicked the word "刖" in the air.
"This torture is to dig out your kneecap and make you unable to stand. If you are just a mortal without any cultivation, you can only spend your life in a wheelchair, just like Sun Bin. Oh, I almost forgot, you I don’t know about Sun Bin, he was also tortured."
In fact, Sun Bin's original name was not Sun Bin, but Sun Bin. Because he was tortured, he changed the word Bin to Bin.
"Execution."
Seeing that the black-haired old man never spoke, Yang Fan waved his big hand, ten old men set off and started directly, nine people fixed the old man's body, and one person held a wide knife and pointed it at his kneecap.
The blood spurted wildly, and the old hair screamed.
The execution was soon completed, Yang Fan waved his big hand, a golden light gathered on the old man's knee, and he was instantly cured. Ten people returned to Yang Fan, as if they were all hallucinations just now.
"my leg."
The old man struggled to get up and found that his calves could no longer be straightened. Not to mention walking, he couldn't even stand up.
After two or three days in this way, the old man fell into the pain of losing his kneecap all the time.
Finally couldn't hold on and fainted.
When the time came to the seventh day, at ten noon, the old man was awakened by the dazzling sunlight, but when he woke up he found himself tied to a huge cross-pile. There was only one pants left on his body, and his hands were tied. Execution is more convenient.
Opposite the black-haired old man, Yang Fan was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, filled with a goblet. The scarlet red wine looked more like hot blood.
"Stay a little longer, the first few tortures are more uncomfortable, but the latter are better."
"Give me joy."
Even with one day's recovery time, the black-haired old man at this moment looked extremely sluggish, with a sense of death, his eyes sunken, and there was no vitality.
"The fourth one has a nice name, Ling Chi."
Seeing that the old man was unmoved, Yang Fan explained again.
"It means to cut off the flesh of a person piece by piece, but the cutting is very particular, and it is divided into three levels, and the number of cuts in each level is also different. Unfortunately, you will give the first level to the total. At 3357 dollars, the last cut is guaranteed to die."
The old man's pupils shrank, and his face that had become dull at this moment actually showed an expression of fear.
Yang Fan smiled, his mind moved, and a light curtain appeared in front of him, with pictures of ancient Ling Chi playing on it, and the scene was quite permeating.
It didn't take long for the ten clones to come to the old man's side, looking at the daggers in the hands of the ten people, the yellow liquid flowing from under his crotch, full of sorrow.
"let's start."
Yang Fan didn't even look, and suddenly screamed.
