Doomsday: I have a super farm

Zhuang Chen also began to regain his consciousness. He raised his head and looked at the surrounding environment.

He discovered that the wall to his left was covered with various torture instruments.

There was still dried blood on the ground. It seemed that many people had suffered here.

Just as he was looking around here, there was the sound of footsteps scraping on the ground outside.

There were also iron bars knocking on the cell door, and the sound echoed in the prison.

The sound that appeared in such a silent environment was like a ghost climbing out of hell and coming to seek life.

However, Zhuang Chen's heart was untroubled. He calmly raised his head and looked at the dark figure that appeared at the door.

"I really didn't expect that you could still fall into my hands. Then we will settle the old and new accounts together."

Jiang Zhiguang beat the cold iron rod on his hand and walked slowly towards Zhuang Chen.

The evil smile on the corner of his mouth showed his arrogance.

"Don't forget that my current identity is not something you can touch."

"You are already in my hands, what do I want? It's not a matter of a word from me."

Jiang Zhiguang walked in front of the torture instruments on the wall, making a choice, his face full of disdain for Zhuang Chen.

He was thinking about the scene of him being tortured and begging for mercy, which made him impatient.

"You killed me, do you think the people above will let you go?

Don't forget, there is another life in my hands. "

After hearing what Zhuang Chen said, Jiang Zhiguang's eyes sank and his movements became stiff.

Naturally, he also knew that the people above had found Zhuang Chen and asked him to grow those life-saving herbs.

"I'm the only one here. Whether you live or die is in my hands. It's just up to me to say anything at that time."

Jiang Zhiguang walked to the crackling small stove, picked up the soldering iron and casually admired it.

I didn't take anything he said to heart.

"I only give you one chance, I will ask you questions, as long as you cooperate.

It is not certain that you will be able to avoid such physical pain. "

Zhuang Chen looked at his actions coldly.

"Did Duga say anything to you before he died? Or gave you anything?"

Jiang Zhiguang gradually approached Zhuang Chen with a red-hot soldering iron and couldn't wait to ask him what he wanted to know.

Zhuang Chen's eyes darkened a bit. After listening to his words, he knew that Mr. Du Jia's death must have something to do with him.

"He had already disappeared when I went there. What do you want to know?"

"You lied. All the men in black who went there died. After searching all the bodies, you still didn't find the wrench?

If you hadn't taken it away, wouldn't it be unreasonable? "

Jiang Zhiguang yelled at Zhuang Chen angrily, his pupils almost bulging out.

Spit flew in front of Zhuang Chen. He waved the soldering iron in his hand and said that Zhuang Chen's words were unbelievable.

"That's the truth. If you don't believe it, then there's nothing I can do about it."

Zhuang Chen insisted that he knew nothing, tilted his head and stopped answering any of Jiang Zhiguang's questions.

"It seems you won't cry until you see the coffin."

Jiang Zhiguang aggressively raised the hot iron in his hand and was about to burn it hard on Zhuang Chen's chest.

"boom!"

"ah……"

He was suddenly knocked away by the invisible shield in front of Zhuang Chen, and fell to the ground unprepared.

The soldering iron in his hand was not held firmly and fell directly onto his thigh.

He screamed because he was so hot that he struggled on the ground like a monkey.

The pain was so painful that Jiang Zhiguang's face turned pale, his facial features were wrinkled, and fine beads of sweat covered his face.

He was curled up and rolling around, his pants on his inner thighs burned.

The flesh and blood inside was blurred, and blood flowed down the thigh.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing how stupid he was, Zhuang Chen laughed so hard that even the chains on his limbs shook and rattled.

His wanton laughter was like a mockery of him, causing his self-esteem to suffer an unprecedented blow.

"You are really my nemesis. If I don't kill you, my surname will not be Jiang."

Jiang Zhiguang was like a mad beast, roaring with a hoarse voice.

He tightened his fists in pain and relied on his strong willpower.

He stood up from the ground with difficulty and limped towards the torture device on the wall.

I vowed to give Zhuang Chen a little pain.

"I'm going to cut out your flesh piece by piece and chop you into pieces. How can you still be so arrogant?"

Jiang Zhiguang's face was as pale as a ghost, and the broken hair on his forehead stuck tightly to his cheek.

He smiled, revealing his sharp teeth.

Twisting his limbs, he limped towards Zhuang Chen.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Jiang Zhiguang raised the sharp blade fiercely and slashed it towards Zhuang Chen's chest.

He felt the invisible shield again and made a collision sound.

He reluctantly gathered all his strength, but the result was still the same.

His numb mouth reminded him that he was no match for Zhuang Chen.

Zhuang Chen curled his lips and looked at his retarded behavior.

"I don't believe me. There is no way I can deal with you."

Jiang Zhiguang gradually became crazy. He staggered back and picked up the whip in the pepper water.

He swung his arms and whipped Zhuang Chen's body.

He was like a mad man, constantly changing the torture instruments.

He used them on Zhuang Chen one by one, but the result made him gradually crazy.

"I advise you to go and see your legs quickly. If you get infected, I'm afraid you will be a cripple in the future."

Zhuang Chen raised his chin with disdain and looked down at him.

His light words made Jiang Zhiguang's body shake, and he took a breath of cold air.

He leaned over and looked at the wound on the inside of his thigh. The blood had soaked the ground.

"Ah..."

Jiang Zhiguang roared in pain and looked at Zhuang Chen with bloodshot eyes.

"I will never let this go. You wait."

Jiang Zhiguang felt that he was laughed at by Zhuang Chen, and he said this cruel word coldly.

He limped out, holding the wall, and the blood flowing from his feet left a trace as he walked.

Zhuang Chen looked at the punishment he had dealt with him, and felt inexplicably happy.

"You want to deal with me with these little gadgets, isn't that too naive?"

Zhuang Chen looked down at the mess on the ground and sneered.

He shook the chains on his hands and found that these gadgets could not trap him at all.

But now he escaped, so wouldn't all the charges be established?

He wanted to walk out of here openly and honorably.