Out of the three of them, only Lu Chen and White Lotus entered Fuyunji's prison. As for Old Ma, for the past few days, he followed them to this place to casually stroll around and then left by himself. As for where he was going, he never told Lu Chen and White Lotus, and Lu Chen also did not ask him, as if he already knew.
Currently, the number of Evil Sect demon captives imprisoned in this prison was already quite a lot, but to Lu Chen and White Lotus, most of them basically had no value to interrogate, the only thing they were interested in was the news of that missing Ghost Elder, and the only person who could provide a statement here, was only one person, that was Chen He.
Chen He's days were very miserable, and also very bitter. The Fuyun Si and the Devil Cult had been fighting for so many years, so naturally, they also had many sinister and ruthless methods in the dark. And the fairy-like young lady from a few days ago was also a formidable character. She was so young and incomparably savage, torturing him until he hovered between life and death.
Just that for some reason, he still did not speak and kept silent.
However, in the past few days, he also noticed that those who came to interrogate him were usually those two or three people, the strange thing was, the one who used his mouth to interrogate him was always that little girl, and the other man always stood at the side without saying a word, from the beginning to the end, looking at him but never said a word.
Who was that person?
He was tortured until he was a little delirious, sometimes his mind was blank, sometimes he felt that the man seemed somewhat familiar, but sometimes he also felt that he was very strange.
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Chen He had already lost all hope towards his own fate, he even started to become numb from the day after day of torture, woodenly waiting for the arrival of the day of death in pain. Just that today, he was like a dog being dragged out of the prison by those fiendish prison guards, he thought it would be another day of unbearable pain but very quickly, he discovered that today seemed to be somewhat different.
The path he took today was different from usual, that disgusting and frightening interrogation room appeared in his sight as usual, but those guards still dragged Chen He who was already riddled with scars, still wearing heavy shackles and could not even walk on his own, and continued to walk forward.
After walking past the interrogation room, they walked forward for a while and came to another room.
They opened the door, and then threw Chen He in.
[Peng!]
Chen He fell heavily on the ground, those Fuyunji guards never had any sympathy for these Evil Sect demons, and then with another muffled sound, they closed the door.
The room seemed to be very quiet, and did not seem to have the usual blood stench and stench of this prison. Chen He panted heavily, gritting his teeth as he struggled to prop his body up, and looked around.
This seemed to be a quiet room, but the room was empty. There were no furnishings, including the four walls. There were only two people standing in front of him. Chen He opened his eyes wide, and after a moment, saw the two familiar faces, and could not help but smile bitterly.
It was Lu Chen and White Lotus, they stood in this empty room, but at the same time, there were no disgusting and frightening torture tools and blood. White Lotus's expression looked a little strange, and on this day, it was Lu Chen who stood in front, and she quietly stood behind.
Chen He fell back to the ground, quietly lying on the flat floor. For a moment, he actually felt a trace of happiness.
Since when did a moment of peace and tranquility, without the stench of blood, and without pain and punishment become an extravagant hope?
Footsteps sounded, and after a moment, a pair of feet appeared beside his head. Chen He struggled to turn his head, and saw Lu Chen's face.
Lu Chen squatted down beside him, looked at Chen He, and said, "Do you recognize me?"
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Chen He looked at him in a daze, and then shook his head.
Lu Chen thought for a moment, and then glanced at his almost unscathed body, and then sighed and said, "Almost twenty years, you are the toughest Evil Sect person I have ever seen."
Chen He did not know how to react, and thought, could this sentence be a compliment, or was it full of malicious mockery, or, in the following time, they would use even more vicious torture methods to torture people?
Lu Chen took a box from his side, placed it by his feet, and then took out a small stool from somewhere, sat beside Chen He who was lying on the ground, and said indifferently, "The shackles cannot be removed, the other parts of your body will hurt, bear with it."
Chen He did not understand the meaning of this sentence, and was stunned. Suddenly, he heard a crisp sound, and a piercing pain came from his chest. Chen He instinctively howled, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
In Lu Chen's hand was a piece of tattered cloth, and it was a piece of Chen He's clothes on his chest. After many days of torture, his flesh was badly mutilated, and these clothes had already stuck together with his flesh. He directly tore it off, and immediately the wound on Chen He's chest was torn open, and blood flowed out.
Chen He groaned in pain, but Lu Chen remained indifferent. He only frowned slightly as he looked at Chen He's chest. Under the incomparably filthy black prisoner's uniform, the flesh on this prisoner's chest had already turned black and rotted.
Lu Chen shook his head. With an indifferent expression, he stretched out his hand again and tore at the air repeatedly with a swish.
Chen He suddenly screamed, and his hoarse voice reverberated in the quiet room. It was even more mournful than the sound of a pig being slaughtered.
White Lotus, who was standing at the side, frowned, and looked at Lu Chen with a complicated expression.
This continued for a while, and Lu Chen had already torn off all of Chen He's clothes, including his pants. It was only because White Lotus was a girl that he still left him a pair of underwear. But looking at it now, Chen He's wretched state could be seen. It was truly a body with cuts and bruises all over, and it could be seen that he had recently been severely tortured.
Lu Chen threw away the tattered cloth in his hand, and then opened the box by his feet. After a moment, he carried a jar over, and casually opened the stopper. A strong smell of alcohol floated out.
"This is an extremely strong liquor. Do you want to drink it?" Lu Chen asked Chen He.
Chen He was still panting, and at the same time, he looked at Lu Chen, but there was no fear in his eyes. He grinned and said in a hoarse voice, "Drink!"
Lu Chen smiled, and with a flick of his wrist, a white liquid poured out. Chen He immediately opened his mouth wide, greedily catching this rare liquor, and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.
In the quiet room, the sound of gurgling could be heard incessantly. When he didn't have time to drink, the strong alcohol splashed from his mouth and landed on the wounds on his body. The pain made Chen He spasm and tremble.
This was about thirty percent of the wine in the jar. Lu Chen stopped. Chen He gulped down the last mouthful of strong liquor, panting as if he had not had enough. He let out a long sigh and said, "That was satisfying!"
Lu Chen said lightly, "A lot of the rotten flesh on your body needs to be cut off, or else you won't live. Just treat this liquor as a rinse. If you can bear it, then bear it. If you can't, then faint."
Chen He was startled, and before he could speak, he saw Lu Chen pour the jar of liquor on his chest. The burning pain immediately made Chen He scream. However, from the corner of his eye, he saw a black dagger in Lu Chen's hand. The dagger pierced his chest, and with a flick of his wrist, a piece of black rotten flesh was cut off.
Blood splattered, and Chen He's scream seemed to shake the entire prison. But halfway through his scream, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
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