I Have a City in a Different World

"Not long ago, this guy used the information he had to kill a companion on the ship.

Later, I tried to kill us, trying to take advantage of the fisherman, but in the end I didn't succeed. "

Tang Zhen gave a brief introduction, and he didn't add fuel to it. The sturdy cultivator really had ulterior motives.

"It turns out that the old man knows."

Following Tang Zhen's instructions, the old man looked at the strong cultivator, his eyes narrowed slightly.

When he got on the boat just now, the old man had already seen the strong cultivator. After all, Tang Zhen didn't deliberately hide it.

When he found that his sturdy hands and feet were cut off and the chains were wrapped around his neck, the old man was in shock.

It's not that you can't see such a scene, but you must know that in the world of practice, there is no real good person at all.

The main thing is that I still don't understand why this guy was not killed, but his hands and feet were cut off and imprisoned.

Although he is still alive, it is better to live than to die.

Now I finally understand that this guy is so important, no wonder Tang Zhen left him alive.

I believe that no matter who it is, it will never kill him easily, but to ask all the secrets.

"Please don't worry, I will do it well!"

As soon as he joined in, he was entrusted with an important task by Tang Zhen, and the old man naturally had to perform well.

Perhaps this task is their nomination certificate, and there must be no mistakes.

After all, he was not alone, but with a group of apprentices, and Tang Zhen controlled all his life.

If he wanted to resist and escape, his apprentices might not be the opponents of Tang Zhen and other cultivators, otherwise he wouldn't have been half injured just now.

Besides, win-win cooperation is far stronger than fighting alone, and the probability of success will be higher.

As for why he interrogated the prisoners, Tang Zhen did not explain, but the old man had some guesses in his heart.

Obviously, it was his rich experience reserve, which was valued and recognized by Tang Zhen, who believed that by interrogating the strong monk, he could accurately judge whether the other party's confession was true or not.

If you don’t have enough experience, you will definitely not be able to do this task, and you will likely be deceived by the robust cultivator, which will lead to serious losses.

As for the interrogation by oneself, whether it will leak the secret, it is not necessary to care.

When he was interrogating, the monks on the boat could hear it, and Tang Zhen obviously did not intend to hide it.

Just as the other monks were cleaning the battlefield and guarding against the appearance of monsters under the sea, the old man had already come to the strong monk.

Reaching out his hand and pulling it gently, he tore off the rag that was blocking his mouth, but the strong cultivator spit out a ball of saliva.

"Old man, if you want to torture information from my mouth, you should go back and eat more milk for a few more years!"

The sturdy monk had an iron chain around his neck and leaned against the gang of the punt, "Hehe" sneered and looked at Tang Zhen.

Obviously, up to now, he still has not yielded, or is unwilling.

He clearly had a huge advantage, but in the end he ran into Tang Zhen and ended up where he is now.

The hatred that piled up in my heart was indescribable in words.

Tang Gen stood not far away, always expressionless, quietly acting as a bystander.

He will not participate in the interrogation, otherwise the effect will only be counterproductive, which is one of the reasons why he let the old man do it for him.

If the cultivator is determined, he can really not be afraid of death, and he cannot use this method to threaten at all.

The old man said nothing, looked at the strong monk silently, and suddenly showed a smile.

"I'm going to prepare some tools. It won't take long for you to be so hard-mouthed."

When monks enter the purple light world, they cannot fly and use storage equipment, and their belongings will disappear.

One's cultivation base is restricted, not like a cultivator but more like a warrior.

It is for this reason that the monks are trapped in small flat-bottomed wooden boats, helpless when faced with sea monsters.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he was already busy.

He waved the bronze oar, cut a piece from the flat-bottomed wooden boat, and then split it into wooden sticks more than a foot long.

With a light stroke on the bronze oar,

The original hard sticks became wooden needles.

After making thirteen wooden needles in a row, the old man rubbed it with his hands and inserted the wooden needle into the seawater below.

It can be seen with the naked eye that after the wooden needle is contaminated with sea water, it immediately turns a faint green color, as if it has been quenched with a highly poisonous.

Taking it out to check it out, and smelling it with his nose, the old man nodded in satisfaction.

I saw him holding a wooden needle, looking up and down at the strong cultivator, and said softly without turning his head: "Before I became a cultivator, I was a small official who managed books in the mortal world, and my favorite thing to do on weekdays, Just read all kinds of ancient books.

It is this idle position that no one cares about, so that the old man has the opportunity to step into the path of cultivation, and obtain the longevity and happiness that the emperor can't expect.

In the process of reading the book, the old man deliberately recorded many partial methods out of curiosity.

Although these methods are strange and unusual, they are only effective on mortals. If they are used on monks, they will not be of much use at all.

But now in the purple light world, the cultivator has turned into flesh and blood again, and the means that the old man mastered in the past finally have the opportunity to come in handy. "

When the old man said this, he held four wooden needles in each hand, and pierced into the body of the strong cultivator like lightning.

The speed was fast and urgent, and the wooden needle that was more than a foot long was less than an inch in length.

The sturdy cultivator's eyes widened and he wanted to move to avoid it, but his mutilated body was completely numb.

Seeing that the old man continued to hold the needle and stabbed the strong cultivator's head and back, all thirteen wooden needles were stabbed in it in an instant.

Ignoring the sturdy cultivator with wide eyes but unable to make a sound, the old man smiled and said to Tang Zhen, "My acupuncture technique, called Thirteen Needles for Chasing the Soul and Killing Your Life, sounds very bluffing, but the effect is really good. Quite extraordinary.

It is rumored that this was a secret method used in interrogation of repeat offenders in the Heavenly Prison.

Of course, the opponent uses a special rune needle, and it must be soaked in special poison, and then it must be matched with the soul chasing bell.

The conditions here are poor, so I used local materials, using wooden needles instead of rune needles, and sea water instead of highly poisonous.

Although it looks simple, the actual effect may be better. "

Tang Zhen stood beside him and nodded lightly when he heard the words.

The material of the wooden boat is indeed special, it is definitely not ordinary wood, otherwise it will not be able to float on the ocean.

As for this strange seawater, it must be highly poisonous.

If you try to devour sea water to satisfy your hunger after running out of food, you will definitely end up being poisoned to death.

Since there are restrictions on food, it cannot be easily cracked. Even eating corpses is more reliable than drinking sea water.

The old man was in high spirits, looking at the sturdy cultivator whose expression was distorted and his skin turned purple, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Since it has taken effect, I will ask now to see if he is satisfied with this punishment?"

He stretched out his hand to grab the wooden needle in his throat and gently pulled it out, and then he heard the sturdy cultivator let out a beast-like roar.

That is the sound that is made in extreme pain, and it makes people shudder to hear it.

"How about it, have you made up your mind not to answer my question?"

The sturdy cultivator couldn't speak normally at all, but squeezed his voice out of his throat, with a monstrous hatred that was as real as it was.

"If I get a chance, it will definitely make you, an old dog, unable to survive or die!"

Facing this threat, the old man just smiled lightly.

He was scrambling in the cultivation world, what kind of battles he had never seen before, no matter how vicious the verbal threats were, it was better to do it directly.

Besides, he was interrogating him at this moment, and the robust cultivator would never have the chance to take revenge again. Even if Tang Zhen didn't agree, he would still find a way to kill this guy.

"It seems that it is not yet time, so you can experience it for a while, after all, this is just the beginning."

While the old man spoke, he reached out and grabbed the green wooden needle, and stabbed it back fiercely.

The sturdy cultivator's eyes bulged, but in the blink of an eye, it had already turned blood red.

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