Chapter 40: The strongest torture in history (below)

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The last assassin who was stabbed in the Ganquan Palace, all of them were poisoned and self-sufficient after the arrest. They did not leave a half-live. The handle that I finally caught was slipped away, and several people were stunned. This time, the opportunity to come to the door, if they are so easily lost, the lessons can be counted in vain.
"Oh, be careful, he wants to bite his tongue and kill himself." The voice of the wind did not fall, and Yan dyed staring at the savage assassin and shouted.
It’s too late, it’s fast. Everyone only felt a hurricane crossing, and a black shadow passed by.
With a bang, the chin on the assassin was unloaded by Shao Zitang cleanly and hard to move.
Everyone couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. The windy eyes were even more dangerous. The smile on his face was not reduced. However, several people who knew his temperament knew that this was a precursor to someone’s anger. A few steps back without a trace. In the heart, I mourned for the assassin for a few seconds, and even with his eyes on him, I felt a bit of sympathy.
"You dare to swear in front of you. If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry." The wind slammed the chin, which was already smashed by the assassin. When he said it, he pulled it out and twisted his face. He wanted to hurt. Calling, but the mouth is unclear, can only make a few intermittent and unclear ambiguous, so that the person watching can not help but pinch a cold sweat.
"You are a dead man. The life of a dead man is not worth the money. He is ready to die at any time. Even so, you are not allowed to die. This is a method that makes you feel better than death. But on you The total use of the last time is not limited to three days of effort, so you can't wait for you for three days. So, pick one of the cruelest and most frightening greetings."
The wind swept the cell again, watching the assassin still unruly, full of hateful eyes, smiled slightly, and approached his ear and whispered, "Remember the woman who sang last night?"
The person who felt his hand stiffened because of his own words, and the wind continued: "That is the sorrowfulness of the sun, and she just followed me. I caught the assassin today and I am in a good mood. Please ask her." Come in and sing a song, adjust and adjust the gloomy atmosphere inside this prison, how do you feel?"
Suddenly named, a few people swayed, and looked at the outside with a lingering sigh. The two coughs were heartfelt: "Chen feels that the emperor's proposal is very good."
"Come, open the door, let it clear."
"Oh..." The guards who guarded the door almost couldn't help but laugh. Even the few people who had just been stunned couldn't help but laugh. Emperor, are you sure that what you just wanted to say is not "close the door, put the dog"? If you know it, you will cry!
"Oh..." The assassin didn't have the heart to appreciate the interest in the wind. When he heard the word "clear", his eyes had already revealed obvious horror. Let her come in again to sing a song, almost black eyes. After returning to God, I began to struggle and wanted to stop the sounds of the mouth. I couldn’t help but shook my head. There were a few mournings from time to time.
When I really smelled sad, I saw tears, but unfortunately someone was famous for the heart of the stone.
After enjoying the ugly state of the assassin’s dying, I was very pleased and asked:
Don’t want her to come over?

The assassin nodded hurriedly, and the wind said: "That will give you a chance, honestly say the mastermind behind the scenes, let you live a path. Otherwise, I don't mind playing music with you until you are willing to say." Then he nodded and shook his head without saying anything."
The assassin heard that there was no hesitation in his head, and he was as diligent as a chicken and a glutinous rice. He did not have the demise of the death.
"..." Everyone listened to the conversation between the two, all stunned!
I was satisfied with the wind, and I took a few steps back: "Zi Tang, make him good."
Shao Zi Tang stunned his eyebrows, and his eyes passed a slight disapproval, but he still helped the assassin to pick up his chin.
Seeing that the assassin coughed a few times, clearing the throat, but the eyes were not very safe, and I didn’t know what to do.
The old was sitting on the edge of the table, and took a cup of tea that had just been brought up. He took a sigh of relief: "Don’t think about gibberish, don’t think about it. If you break your own, otherwise you will let Qingyi sing for three days in front of your spirit. This time, she will let her sing... wenge."
"..." The emperor, it’s really not too sloppy to use only one song to threaten the rivers and lakes.
"I... I said... I tell you everything, I said!"
"..." Are they crazy? Or is this assassin crazy? Hey, it must be the way they open it, the assassin brother, just surrender and surrender, are you worthy of your professional ethics? !
The wind looked at the crowd and shocked the expression, and smiled coldly. The terrible truth of the magic sound is that only the talents who have experienced it have the right to speak. A group of stupid mortals, the songs of the gimmicks can sing the dead to death, and it is not a rare thing to sing the dead, isn't it?
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