Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Fang Chen looked at Qin Wuzhuo in the hall with indifferent eyes:

"Who is in the hall? Tell me your name."

Qin Wuzhuo laughed in anger. He was sure that the cultivation level of the person in front of him was far higher than his.

But so what?

How could the other party not know who he was?

It was obviously just teasing on purpose.

"I'm your father."

Qin Wuzhuo sneered.

Without saying a word, Fang Chen picked up the bamboo tube and shook out ten red-headed sticks.

The red-headed lottery ticket fell in front of Qin Wuzhuo. He was startled at first, thinking it was some kind of trick. But seeing that it didn't hurt him, Qin Wuzhuo couldn't help but laugh:

"What? You caught me here just to scare me? Do you know who I am?

The blood of God is flowing in my body. "

But he didn't see that Li Wudao and the Red Flame Saint already had torture sticks in their hands.

The two stepped forward and stepped on Qin Wuzhuo's back, then waved the torture sticks in their hands expressionlessly.

boom--

In just one moment, Qin Wuzhuo's skin and flesh were torn apart.

The pain originating from the deepest part of his soul was like a flood of water, instantly occupying his whole body.

Qin Wuzhuo's eyes were protruding, his eyes were distracted, and his mouth was slightly open.

Before he could recover, another blow landed on his butt.

boom--

boom--

boom--

After more than a dozen blows in succession, Qin Wuzhuo began to howl in pain, with tears and runny nose flowing down his face.

He has never suffered this kind of pain since he was a child.

Even if he had fought with others and been beaten half to death, he had never been in pain like this.

Before I knew it, the hundred strokes were over.

Qin Wuzhuo hummed unconsciously, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Who is in the hall?"

This voice seemed to come from a very far away place.

It took Qin Wuzhuo a few breaths to react, and he raised his head sharply:

"I am Qin Wuzhuo, I am Qin Wuzhuo..."

Fang Chen frowned slightly and picked up the bamboo tube again, looking like he was going to pour out all the red-headed tokens inside.

Qin Wuzhuo was so blessed that he blurted out:

"I am your grandson, I am your grandson!"

Fang Chen nodded gently, put down the bamboo tube in his hand, and said calmly:

"Do you know why I imprisoned you here today?"

Qin Wuzhuo's eyes flashed with confusion, but when he saw that the other party was trying to pick up the bamboo tube again, when he thought of the pain just now, he wanted to die on the spot rather than endure it again, so he spoke very quickly:

"I know, I must have done something wrong..."

He tentatively told the shady things one by one.

Fang Chen showed a hint of impatience in his eyes:

"At the end of the day, we didn't get to the point. Let me ask you, what happened to Qin Hucheng?"

Qin Hucheng?

Qin Wuzhuo was stunned for a while, then took a breath and looked at Fang Chen in disbelief:

"You, you are a soul clan..."

Li Wudao and the Red Flame Sage looked at each other, both showing a hint of joking.

"Answer my question."

Fang Chen said calmly.

Qin Wuzhuo said quickly:

"My lord, I am wronged. This matter has nothing to do with the villain. It is, it is..."

There was a look of struggle in his eyes.

At this moment, two more red-headed lottery tickets fell in front of him.

Qin Wuzhuo let out a scream of terror. After being beaten twenty times, he sobbed and said:

"Sir, this matter was not done by a villain, but by Patriarch Huo Sui.

Qin Hucheng was a monk in the ant nest. After his death, he was taken to the underworld by the soul seducer.

It was Patriarch Huosui who gave the Mingluo clan benefits and allowed them to be reincarnated in the Huosui lineage. "

A faint coldness flashed in Fang Chen's eyes.

He had never noticed Qin Hucheng's existence before.

I always thought that he was still a member of the Fallen Angels, leading his Fallen Angels to practice outside the Nine Realms.

It wasn't until just now that there was movement in his cause and effect curtain, and Qin Hucheng's figure emerged.

Qin Hucheng's appearance here shows...

The entire Fallen Angel clan may have been wiped out.

Patriarch Huosui used the same method as the old man and others to make all the fallen angels become disciples of the Huosui lineage...

Fang Chen's memory couldn't help but go back to the time when he let Qin Hucheng seize Sheshe's people.

At this moment, Qin Wuzhuo had determined that the other party was a big boss of the Soul Clan, and wanted to arrest him here specifically to interrogate Patriarch Huo Sui about bribing the Ming Luo Clan.

He was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. Although he didn't want to expose Patriarch Huosui, he didn't dare to face such horrific punishment again.

"Tell me more carefully, you Huo Sui Pulse made such a big fuss just to make the monks from the Ant Nest reincarnate as children of your Qin family?

Don't try to fool me as a fool. "

Fang Chen said calmly.

Qin Wuzhuo quickly explained:

"Sir, you have misunderstood. Although they are from the land of ant nests, Patriarch Huo Sui suspected that he was related to the lineage of the Immortal Hong, the remnant of the human race, so he specially brought the Qin family back, hoping to draw out the real remnant of the Immortal Hong. …”

"You human race are fighting among themselves and dare to break the rules of my soul race?"

Fang Chen suddenly sneered and threw out the remaining eight red-headed lottery tickets:

"I'll punish you a little this time, but it won't be that simple next time."

Looking at the eight red-headed lottery tickets, Qin Wuzhuo almost urinated on the spot.

There was another dull sound of hitting the board and wailing.

After the fight, Li Wudao and the Red Flame Saint stepped aside.

Qin Wuzhuo's face was dull, as if his soul was about to be shattered, and the thoughts in his head became a mess.

"Send him back."

Fang Chen said.

"Here."

Li Wudao and the other two looked at each other, grabbed Qin Wuzhuo, who was like a dead dog, and fled into the white mist.

Danling Academy, Human Race Academy.

Before everyone left, several guards and a group of teachers were still looking for traces everywhere.

Qin Hucheng and others saw this and had to stand still and wait.

Suddenly, the white mist appeared again.

Someone immediately said:

"It's this white mist!"

Several guards showed a solemn look in an instant and stared at the white mist coldly.

The next second, Li Wudao and the Red Flame Saint took Qin Wuzhuo, who was like a dead dog, and threw him on the ground, then glanced at everyone and left.

The guards were shocked and angry when they saw Qin Wuzhuo like this.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, they subconsciously tried to stop them, but found that their methods were silently eliminated.

Li Wudao and the Red Flame Saint disappeared in the white mist.

As if they had never been there.

If it weren't for...

Everyone's eyes fell on Qin Wuzhuo, and they saw that Qin Wuzhuo's lower body was already torn apart, and he looked very embarrassed.

Qin Hucheng and others took a breath of cold air, staring at this scene blankly, and suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies.

"Where am I?"

Qin Wuzhuo took a few breaths before he raised his head blankly.

What came into view were familiar faces.

"Qin Wuzhuo, where were you taken just now? Who took you away?"

A guardian asked in a deep voice.

Qin Wuzhuo's memories surged back like a tide.

He couldn't help shivering, and when he was about to blurt out something, he changed the subject:

"I, I don't know..." (End of this chapter)