sjar Chapter 251 Missing a Man
Chapter 251 Missing a Man
The first layer, pulling out the tongue.
As soon as they entered, they were unable to open their eyes due to the thick smell of blood and stench. Fortunately, both of them had the foresight to hold their breath.
The bearded commentator explained with a rosy face, like a matchmaker who had brokered a million-dollar deal.
"My two saints, this tongue-pulling test, as the name suggests, is to pull out the monk's tongue without using a knife when the monk is most conscious, making him wail in pain."
"When the pain is relieved, use the elixir to regenerate their tongues. Repeat the above steps, pull out their tongues ten times, and then send them to the next level."
Just finished speaking.
“Ah—Gululu…”
Two shrill wails suddenly sounded, and just listening to them was enough to make your scalp numb with the pain.
Yi Chi and Su Yueyan happened to see the two people being tortured having their tongues pulled out by the jailer, and blood gushed out of their wide-open mouths.
The two men's hands, feet and necks were locked on the cross-shaped execution rack. They were crying and twitching in pain, with their faces distorted.
"This is the sixth time we've pulled out our tongues." The bearded man pointed at them and said with contempt.
"These two are from the Northern Sword Sect. They infiltrated our sect and became inner disciples. They tried to steal our secret deployment in the righteous way, but unfortunately they were caught by the Elder on duty."
Yi Chi's eyes were fixed on two disciples, one male and one female. The front of their clothes had been soaked in blood so that the original color could not be seen. From the back, one could vaguely make out that they were white.
"Why don't you two saints make a bet?" the bearded man said excitedly.
Su Yueyan was shaking like a sieve.
The bloody scene just now had frightened her so much that she lost her voice, and she couldn't even distinguish between friend and foe. She hid behind Yi Chi in extreme fear, clutching her clothes tightly and closing her eyes tightly.
Yi Chi opened his dry mouth and said, "What are you betting on?"
"Betting on which floor these two criminals will die in agony."
The bearded man thought that these two people were rebels from the righteous path and might not know much about this threshold, so he added: "According to experience, most monks died in the fifth level of the Steamer Hell."
He spoke eloquently and with great experience, and it was obvious that he had been immersed in this for a long time.
"But most of the disciples of some sects are more tolerant. For example, the Northern Sword Sect, the temperament of the Jiemie Daozun, the disciples taught by him are really tolerant. Some of them can even persist to the tenth level."
The two Northern Sword Sect disciples were not very clear-headed, but they heard the voices and recognized that it was the Saint's successor.
They opened their eyes and looked at the two of them. Their bloodshot eyes were filled with deep hatred. Perhaps because they had been locked up for too long, they did not recognize Yi Chi and Su Yueyan.
The female cultivator had no tongue, so she could only blow out a mouthful of blood at the two men, while she was uttering something fiercely, which was probably a curse.
Yi Chi stared at her for a long time. Her breathing was almost light and she could not make any sound. She seemed to be in a daze. Cold sweat appeared on her forehead and her lips gradually turned pale.
Su Yueyan hid behind Yi Chi and vaguely noticed that the other party's body, which had always been straight and calm, seemed to tremble for a moment, only for a moment, like an illusion.
……
Ji Qi, who was far away in the Demon King Palace, was stunned when he heard about the Imperial Mirror. He then yelled in anger and pain, "Ahhh, the Eighteen Levels of Hell! How can it be the Eighteen Levels of Hell!!"
“Yin Ming Xie Zun, you deserve to die! Kill him, you must kill him!! And Gu Li, and them, they must all die, all must die…”
Gui Jiling was startled by his sudden outburst, he turned around and saw Ji Qi's small body huddled tightly in the corner, with cold sweat on his forehead, a slightly crazy look on his face, and some fear in his eyes.
Gui Jingling was stunned, feeling something was wrong. This state didn't seem to be caused by excessive sympathy.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, leaning closer and touching Ji Qi's arm, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
Ji Qi reacted violently and pushed Gui Ji Ling away, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he shouted fiercely, "Get out of here! Don't hurt her!"
Gui Jiling was caught off guard and was not happy about being pushed, but was inexplicably attracted by his words: "She? Who?"
Ji Qi's mind finally became a little clearer. He panted, didn't answer her, turned around and ran away like the wind.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Look for her."
……
Underground evil temple.
Three of Yi Chi's chess pieces were eaten in a row.
Yinming Xiezun raised his eyes and glanced at her expressionless and flawless face.
"Are you distracted?" He asked with an ambiguous tone, curling his lips slightly in inquiry.
Unhurried, warm and peaceful, like a snake that can get into people's hearts and see their deepest secrets.
Yi Chi sat on the mat, his chin resting on the tips of his bent knees, silent.
Yin Ming Xie Zun thought for a moment and asked, "Are you afraid of those punishments?"
The air suddenly became very cold and quiet. The bright orange flames danced silently behind the two people, showing the unrest inside.
Yi Chi raised her eyelashes, and the clear light was imprinted in her eyes, which contained frank darkness and cold sneer.
"Afraid?" She raised her voice and said calmly, "It's just the eighteenth level of hell, not that serious."
Yi Chi's slender and powerful fingertips moved across and landed crisply, eating up the black chess pieces that were pressing on the ground step by step.
"I miss a man, is that okay?"
Yin Ming Xie Zun took her piece slowly, raised his head and looked at her with a smile: "When you play chess with me and you are distracted and thinking about other people, is it an insult to my chess skills, or is it because of your appearance?"
Yi Chi's eyes lightly passed over his face, he raised his index finger, and threw the chess piece in his hand accurately onto the black chess pieces piled up on the side, fitting perfectly without any deviation.
Then he took the chess piece and with a "snap" sound, he captured the main player.
She raised her chin, a cold light enveloped her angular jaw, ruthlessly cold, "Insulting you is objective, no need to bother."
"Distraction affects your ability to win? Huh?"