"Second master, don't stay in the damp place of this cell for a long time. Otherwise, your body is infected with miasma, and the old man can't afford it, if there is anything that hasn't been spilled, the old man can do it for him! Hehe......" After speaking, he didn't know where to feel a bright rattan in his right hand, and the fingers of his left hand made a gesture asking for money.

The rattan was about five years long, two fingers thick, shiny throughout, and some brownish-black stains sticking to it. Obviously, this is the "magic weapon" he usually uses to deal with prisoners.

He is also very familiar with this hand.

The rattan with the thickness of these two fingers was extremely tough, and when the whip went down, there was not a single prisoner who did not cry for his father and mother. This whip is whipped on the buttocks, and you can only sleep on your stomach for a month.

Smoke one whip and lie down for a month, smoke two whips and lie down for two months.

Although the taste of flesh and blood blossoming is uncomfortable, it is only a wound of flesh and skin, and it does not hurt the muscles and bones or damage the meridians. It's much safer than spilling anger on someone in a prison cell.

Many prisoners who have just entered the prison have a violent personality and do not cooperate in everything, and they also need this whip to teach them a lesson. This is also the ancient rule of the Xuanmen prison. Zeng Fan's whip is not free. He has always charged a fair price for a whip and a pure yang pill, and Tong Su is not bullied......

The old man in silk suddenly got up and said in the ear of the young man in brocade: "The young master's body of ten thousand gold, why do you have to do it yourself." Now that the Lei Xuanmu species has arrived, there is no need to stay here for a long time. If you delay it for too long, I'm afraid that the plan will ......."

The boy was slightly angry and glared at him. But in a blink of an eye, he softened again, waved his hand, and said, "I know it in my heart." After saying that, the Ten Thousand Flames Thunder Cover in his hand had disappeared, and a toad the size of half a palm appeared in his palm.

Then his left hand was extremely swift, and he swept straight into the face of the hooked pig. The two rangers were taken aback and almost dodged to stop them.

If this young man really killed people in the patrol office, they would only have to try to keep this young man in this prison, otherwise they would not be able to carry such a big black cauldron for torturing and killing prisoners in the prison.

Hook Pig was also startled, he almost released the lock, and detonated the nine underworld orchids in his palm on this young man's body.

In that case, the young man would most likely be instantly sucked out of vitality and turned into a pile of dry bones, although he would inevitably be killed by the old man, but he didn't mind dying with the young man.

But although the opponent's palm was extremely fast, it did not contain the true qi in the palm of the palm, nor did it have the kind of coercion that rushed to the face, but there was a gentle adsorption force.

The left palm of the brocade-clothed boy was still half a foot away from the door of the hook pig's head, and then it suddenly stopped.

Hook Pig felt a chill in his head and his palms were hot, but he still held back and didn't move, after all, it wasn't the last moment.

The two envoys who almost rushed over also paused in a daze......

There was a pale golden light overflowing from the palm of the young man's left palm, like a pen walking a dragon and a snake, and soon formed a small seal of the word "life".

This golden word "life" seems to be absorbing the soul breath of the hook pig.

Soul breath is just a natural influence of the soul on this spirit world, just like the traces left by a person walking through the snow, these soul breaths are absorbed, and there is no damage to the soul itself.

The true qi in Hook Pig's body was suppressed by the immortal shackles that were still being held, so he couldn't resist it.

Those souls were sucked into the word "life", and the pen in the dark seemed to gain momentum to continue writing, and many bizarre radicals appeared around the word......

"He's forming a spell?" fine beads of sweat broke out on the forehead of the hook pig, and there was some foreboding in his heart.

Monks in the foundation building stage cannot use supernatural powers, but charms are the same as magic weapons, and they can be used without the need for a knot. It's just that this person can make a spell in the void without pen and paper just in the foundation building stage, which is only a thin line away from casting supernatural powers.

The short and fat Zeng Fan was a little numb, but fortunately he didn't make a move on this young man just now - this person actually knows how to kill souls!

The life soul technique is barely a kind of soul art.

It is the most inexplicable technique that everyone has ever heard, and once it is glued, it is really like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it can never be shaken off.

Ordinary retreat techniques use the natural power of heaven and earth to attack the physical body, and at most destroy the physical body. Soul art attacks souls and can destroy divine consciousness. But these are visible attacks.

But the art of life and soul destroys the number of people's lives, and once the number of lives is destroyed, you can't avoid it if you want to, and you can't fix it if you want to.

The young man flipped his left palm, and the bizarre word "life" had been typed into the toad in his friend's palm. The toad was not alive, just a simple ritual vessel carved from a piece of wood.

With a wave of his right palm, the wooden toad flew straight to the stone wall of the prison. With a "poof" sound, it was embedded in the granite stone wall, and the mouth was facing down, and it screamed "croaking", spitting out a black thing. The thing fell to the ground and rolled for a while.

Zeng Fan's eyes lit up a little, and he immediately picked up the small black bead, and the heavy, cold feel made him extremely comfortable—this was a Xuanyin Pill. That's the price of a hundred lashes.

"Cheap life, my life number has been written into this toad. As long as you let out a scream, you will spit out a Xuanyin Pill. ”

Fortunately, this young man's Taoism is not deep. He only seems to be able to link the pig's life to the toad. The toad was apparently an empty artifact, tied to his money bag. When it senses the number of lives of the hooking pig, it will launch an empty escape accordingly and spit out Dan.

He can't directly destroy the number of lives of the hook pig. Otherwise, he directly cursed Gou Pig for not being able to marry a wife for the rest of his life or for not being able to make a fortune for the rest of his life, he really couldn't cry without crying.

The brocade-clothed boy was very satisfied with his design, but he didn't bother to continue to talk to this cheap life in his eyes.

He turned his head to Zeng Fan, who had taken the Xuanyin Pill and laughed all over his face, and said, "But spit out a hundred pieces at most." After spitting out a hundred, if the person dies, the toad will spit out another hundred. But if he dies early, the later ones, you won't get them. ”

Does this mean that you can still get two hundred Xuanyin Pills?

Zeng Fan felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart. Today, I sold the Lei Xuanmu seed that was supposed to enter the evidence room and got 100 pieces, and now I have 200 pieces, and the money I got today is equivalent to 30,000 Pure Yang Pills!

With this money, even if he left the Five Elements Sect and went to find a random country to open a Taoist academy in the countryside to collect some incense money, and then collect a few ignorant female disciples to enlighten them, he would be able to live a very nourishing life......

There is no longer a need to be in this lonely peak where you have nothing, mixed with the immortal days of not saving a few hundred pure yang pills a year!

"Haha, don't worry, the second master. He bowed in satisfaction and watched as the young man and his old bodyguard departed.

"You send the two masters and send them out of the mountain. Zeng Fan pouted at the strong man and motioned for him to follow.

He wasn't worried about how these two people would leave Lonely Peak. When these Yao people travel, they will naturally bring their own flying magic weapons.

But the rule of the prison is that if outsiders are brought in, then there must be a guard to take them out. Originally, Zeng Fan was supposed to send off the guest in person, but he couldn't wait to let the toad continue to spit out the Xuanyin Pill.

"But," the strong man glanced at the toad on the wall, and he was still a little entangled, "that ......"

"Don't worry, your share is indispensable!" Zeng Fan couldn't help but burst into flames.

These guys don't work very hard when they work, but when they have money to make, they really can't roll their eyes, "You wait until you finish sending off customers, and then go to the prison door to guard." In case that guy Tang Su comes back, you still have time to come and inform me. Wait and so on will naturally have your benefits. ”

The strong man had no choice but to send one old and one young out. As soon as he stepped out of the cave, he heard a painful scream coming from the prison behind him......

Beads of sweat the size of beans burst out from the pig's head.

It wasn't just the indescribable pain that the tough whip swept across his body, but the Hook Pig also felt the fear of death.

Zeng Fan with a whip in his hand is full of spring breeze, he is here as a patrol envoy, in addition to collecting some money, the greatest joy is to look at these prisoners under the whip, fearful, helpless and helpless expressions.

At this time, his power was actually not much worse than that of the emperor.

On this mountaintop, in addition to money, people always have to have some spiritual enjoyment. And that's where his spiritual quest lies.

And now while enjoying his spiritual pleasure, there is still money falling out, and it is a Xuanyin Pill at a time, which is simply the best difference in the world!

The only depression is that after earning enough money to go out on his own, this kind of beautiful enjoyment will never have a chance again.

Zeng Fan is a person who lives in the moment, and since he has it in front of him, he should enjoy it.

The hook pig had not yet been stabbed with a knife, but he suspected that the wonderful pain of the rattan brushing through his skin, like wind and fire, and like electricity, might be worse than being stabbed by a knife.

The rattan was a treasure made in heaven to flog the flesh of a man, and both the toughness, the thickness, and the pliable surface covered with fibrous thorns were made for the fiery pain of man.

So whenever this thing swept the butt intimately over the pig's buttocks, the only thing the pig could do was to let out an uncontrollable scream like a pig-killing sound, as if in this way, he could focus his attention on the screams in his throat and let the pain in his body be slightly relieved.

Then the toad croaked coldly again, "Let's go" and dropped a Xuanyin Pill.

Humpty Dumpty laughed maniacally again.

Damn, if you go on like this, you'll be dead, Hook Pig thought to himself.

According to the rules designed by the perverted young man in brocade, his scream was a Xuanyin Pill, and if it really went on like this, it would be fine, but after a hundred Xuanyin Pills fell, his life would come to an end.

When Hook Pig was escorted, he also guessed that this person should be in prison and would not easily take his life, but for the sake of this money, Hook Pig bet that the fat man could come up with at least a hundred ways to kill himself cleanly.